Reborn in the 90s, tearing apart scumbag men for the sake of women.

Only then did Song Lingge understand why Qiao Nansheng had asked her those questions in the car.

All she wanted to tell him was that some things could be said directly, without needing to be so subtle.

After the children's enthusiastic explanation, the adults in the family came downstairs.

It was him.

"Grandpa!"

"Professor Qin." Song Lingge's eyes widened like saucers.

Qiao Nansheng's maternal grandfather was actually Professor Qin Sihai!

"Nansheng, what happened to your hand?" The woman who was with Qin Sihai rushed over and took the little cutie down with her.

"Grandma, it's nothing, just a minor injury."

"I remember you, Song Lingge, come and sit down." Qin Sihai greeted him warmly, surprised that he still remembered Song Lingge's name.

Qin Sihai's wife, Hu Lixia, also shifted her attention from her grandson to Song Lingge.

Actually, she saw Song Lingge from the beginning and was going to say hello, but by sheer coincidence, she saw Qiao Nansheng's injury instead.

"Grandpa and Grandma, this is my classmate Song Lingge." Then he introduced Song Lingge: "This is my grandpa, you know him, uh... this is my grandma, why don't you call her the same way I do?"

Qiao Nansheng started by giving a serious introduction, but gradually things started to feel off.

Song Lingge secretly glared at him, then greeted him generously: "Hello, Professor Qin, hello, Grandma."

"Why does my sister-in-law call me 'Grandma' just like me?" Qin Zichen's childish voice echoed in the room.

Song Lingge's face flushed red to the roots of her ears.

"You little rascal, stop shouting! Call me 'sister,' you hear me?" Hu Lixia scolded them sternly.

"These are my uncle's two children, twins, three years old. The quieter one is called Zihan, and the more mischievous one is called Zichen."

Song Lingge glanced at the two children, Cuihua and Xiaomei, who were born in the 2000s, with pity.

Qin Zichen ran over, climbed into Qiao Nansheng's arms, and asked in a sweet, childlike voice, "Brother, where did I misbehave?"

Children like to move around a lot, and Song Lingge was worried about touching Qiao Nansheng's wound, so she smiled and said, "Zichen is so cute, where are you being naughty? Can I give you a hug?"

Qin Zichen opened his arms, and Song Lingge took the opportunity to hug him.

Qin Sihai and Hu Lixia exchanged a glance; this girl was both thoughtful and considerate.

However, Qin Zihan in Hu Lixia's arms was unhappy and twisted her little body, saying, "I also want my sister-in-law to hold me, and I won't be naughty."

"Why are you still calling her sister-in-law? You should call her older sister. It's so rude of you."

For some reason, the two children wouldn't listen to anything I did today, which made Hu Lixia quite embarrassed; it was so rude of them.

"It's my sister-in-law, brother..."

Qiao Nansheng suddenly covered Qin Zihan's mouth: "We can only hug you next time, your older brother and sister have to go back to school!"

As he spoke, he stood up. Seeing him stand up, Song Lingge quickly stood up as well.

It was still early, so there was no need to rush back. However, she was happy to go with the flow, as she felt rather uncomfortable staying there.

"So soon? Can't you stay home for dinner before going back?" Hu Lixia was a little unhappy.

"I came back to return the car, and I have to go back to school tonight because I have to study."

Qiao Nansheng is such a liar, he doesn't even need a draft to lie.

"Then sit a little longer. I'll have Lao Zhang drive you around later. It's Lingge's first time visiting our home, how can she only stay for a short while?"

That's how old people are; they can find any excuse to keep their grandchildren around a little longer.

"I want my sister-in-law to play with me a little longer, she hasn't even held me yet," Qin Zihan complained.

What a reckless little devil.

"Zhang Ma, take Zihan and Zichen upstairs to play," Qin Sihai suddenly called out.

Then, out of nowhere, an aunt appeared and coaxed the twins to play in the garden outside.

"They're both spoiled, don't mind them."

Looking at Hu Lixia's smiling face, Song Lingge thought to herself, "I do mind, but what can I say? Should I argue with a child? Should I cause trouble at the professor's house?"

So she remained as obedient as ever: "It's okay, kids are all like that."

"We really have to go now. It'll be late, and we won't have time to go back to school for dinner."

Hu Lixia wanted to persuade them to stay, but Qin Sihai spoke up: "Then I won't keep you today. Those two little rascals at home are too much of a nuisance. Come over to play another day, Song Lingge?"

Song Lingge looked at Qiao Nansheng for help, but Qiao Nansheng looked away.

This is a specially invited professor at the university; I can't afford to offend him, I dare not offend him, but I really don't want to come. What excuse should I come up with?

Song Lingge felt a little resentful of herself, realizing that even after living to such an old age, she was still lacking in social skills and interpersonal relationships.

After thinking for a while, I couldn't come up with an excuse, so I could only give an awkward reply.

"Okay, Professor Qin."

Qin Sihai and Hu Lixia escorted them all the way to the gate, insisting that Uncle Zhang drive them back to school.

The old lady doted on her grandson, so Song Lingge was happy to avoid taking the crowded bus.

However, on the way, he also had to deal with this gossipy Uncle Zhang. It seems that life is full of tests.

Qiao Nansheng and Song Lingge sat in the back seat, and Uncle Zhang would occasionally glance at them through the rearview mirror.

Even a glance at Qiao Nansheng's arm would become the subject of his teasing.

Fortunately, Nanzhou University of Foreign Languages ​​is not far from here; if the journey were any longer, Song Lingge would have collapsed.

When they were still some distance from the school, Qiao Nansheng asked to drop them off and walk back to the school.

Song Lingge looked at Qiao Nansheng. Although he liked to tease her, he paid close attention to many details.

If the two of them showed up at school together in such nice cars, I wonder what kind of sensation it would cause.

However, Qiao Nansheng was quite different from the rest of his family. It was unexpected that everyone in his family, from professors to toddlers as young as two or three, and even the driver, were enthusiastic gossips.

He seemed uninterested in many things. If he had been as prominent as he is now, how could Song Lingge not have noticed him?

In his past life, he was so low-key that Song Lingge never discovered him.

"It's almost time. Don't make them wait. If we go last and it causes any rumors, don't blame me again!"

Qiao Nansheng's words interrupted Song Lingge's thoughts. She glanced at her watch; it was almost time, and he was only reminding her now.

I have a feeling this man is doing it on purpose.

He mentioned that out of the blue in the car; who would have guessed that his family was in such a situation?

Now they're only talking about it now that it's time. Even a fool could imagine the expressions on the faces of those people in Jingchu, watching the drama unfold.

Song Lingge sighed and resigned herself to her fate.

She was rumored to be dating Qiao Nansheng, which was better than dating anyone else.