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

During dinner that evening, Song Lingge was somewhat absent-minded, constantly thinking about these things.

I couldn't fall asleep for a long time after I got back to my dorm, and finally drifted off to sleep late at night.

The next morning, before the wake-up bell even rang, Song Lingge got up early.

Although she moved very quietly, she still disturbed the shallow-sleeping Yu Shaofen.

"Lingge? Why are you up so early?" She was quite surprised to see that it was Song Lingge, after all, Song Lingge loved to sleep in.

"I need to change Qiao Nansheng's dressing. So I'll get up early, you can sleep a little longer!"

Song Lingge tiptoed to the bathroom to wash up, only daring to turn on a small stream of water from the tap.

That's how relationships are between people; we have to learn to be understanding and tolerant.

In her past life, she only had one good friend, Li Meimei, so she neglected many things.

In this life, she truly felt the friendship between Zhang Xiuxiu and Yu Shaofen, so she would cherish them even more.

The weather was already quite cold this time of year. As soon as Song Lingge stepped out of the dormitory, she was hit by a gust of wind from the corridor. She gritted her teeth and shook her head, which made her much more awake.

When Qiao Nansheng opened the door and saw Song Lingge, he was still a little surprised.

He knew Song Lingge's personality; she would definitely come to change his dressing. So when Jing Chu asked him last night if he needed help changing his dressing, he refused.

However, he did not expect Song Lingge to arrive so early, carrying breakfast in her hand, which was hot and steaming.

"Come in quickly." Qiao Nansheng pulled Song Lingge into the room.

The room was much warmer, and he went to take Song Lingge's things, but she gently scolded him.

"Don't move, I'll do it myself."

Even after being yelled at, Qiao Nansheng wasn't angry. Instead, he found the moment quite heartwarming and sat down on the small sofa to watch Song Lingge's every move.

Song Lingge first placed the breakfast on the coffee table, then went to the bathroom to get a basin, filled it with some cold water, picked up the thermos, shook it, added hot water, gently tested the temperature with her finger, and then carried the water over.

She wrung out a towel to wash Qiao Nansheng's face. In fact, Qiao Nansheng had already washed up after getting up in the morning, but faced with this rare attentiveness, he pursed his lips and ultimately said nothing.

The room was quiet except for the sounds of movement; neither of them spoke.

Song Lingge changed the water and carefully unwrapped Qiao Nansheng's bandages to change his dressing.

She carefully wiped the area with a cotton swab while pouting and gently exhaling.

"Does it hurt?"

Qiao Nansheng shook his head.

When Song Lingge blew air into Qiao Nansheng's arm, it was very close to his arm, causing a tingling sensation that relieved most of the pain.

She lowered her head slightly, and from Qiao Nansheng's angle, all he could see were her long, thick eyelashes. Thinking of the two bright, lively eyes beneath those eyelashes, Qiao Nansheng's heart skipped a beat.

I'm so sorry I haven't thanked you yet!

Song Lingge did not look up at him, her hands still in the motion of applying medicine, but her voice trembled slightly.

Qiao Nansheng chuckled and teased, "So, are you going to say thank you or sorry?"

"Say thank you, and say sorry."

"But I don't want to hear either of those. How about you tell me something else I'd like to hear?"

Song Lingge looked up and met Qiao Nansheng's burning gaze. Her heart pounded wildly for no reason, as if the little deer inside her was about to jump out.

The allure of older men is too strong.

She took a deep breath and lowered her head again.

This is the downside of having few romantic relationships. Based on past experience with TV dramas and novels, this kind of scene should involve a passionate French kiss.

But when it happened to her, Song Lingge suddenly lost her courage.

While inwardly cursing herself for being a coward, she applied medicine to Qiao Nansheng, and before she knew it, she had lost her sense of proportion.

"hiss--"

Qiao Nansheng gritted his teeth; this was real pain.

"I'm so sorry! I..."

At this moment, Song Lingge was completely at a loss and could only keep apologizing incoherently.

How could she tell people about her beastly thoughts? They were injured saving her, and all she could think about was conquering men, being a pervert...

"Song Lingge, what were you thinking just now?"

"N-nothing!"

Could it be that her covetous gaze was too eager and obvious, and Qiao Nansheng noticed? Song Lingge felt extremely uneasy.

While she was still thinking about how to respond, Qiao Nansheng changed the subject.

"This weekend, could you spare a day to come with me to my maternal grandfather's house?"

Although it was a question, it carried an unwavering determination that left no room for refusal.

"Professor Qin's house? I... I don't want to go."

She was treated like a granddaughter-in-law after just one visit; who knows what the rumors would be like after two visits?

And just thinking about those two little devils gives me a headache.

"I will call ahead and ask them to send Zihan and Zichen home."

"No, no need." That's absurd. Who is she? To ask someone to send away their own grandson after just one visit? That's just too unreasonable.

"Oh, so it's okay for the little one to stay at home?"

Qiao Nansheng looked at her with a mocking expression, deliberately trying to tease her.

"That's their grandparents' house, of course they can stay there however they want!"

"So even if they're here, you're okay with it?"

This was a linguistic trap, but Song Lingge was alert and didn't fall into Qiao Nansheng's trap.

"Why did I go to Professor Qin's house? I went yesterday to return the car. And if you had explained it clearly, I wouldn't have gone; it was just an accident."

"You want to apply for an exchange program? Don't you want to hear the opinions of professionals?"

Professor Qin is a diplomat, so it's quite a good thing to get his advice.

It must be said that Qiao Nansheng is also very good at negotiating; his words always have a strong appeal to Song Lingge.

"Since we're talking about serious matters, it would be better to send those two little ones back."

"There's one more thing I want to tell you. I'm also applying for an exchange program, and I hope that this time we can both get our wish."

Song Lingge was not surprised that Qiao Nansheng wanted to apply for an exchange student position.

Given his family background and his own excellence, this was to be expected.

"Don't worry, with our swords combined, we will be invincible."

"Yes, a perfect match, invincible!"

With Qiao Nansheng by her side, Song Lingge felt more confident.

In her heart, she did not see Qiao Nansheng as a competitor; he was more like a fellow traveler.

"Yesterday, I didn't get a chance to ask you, do you know that girl?"

Song Lingge knew who he was talking about, and nodded indignantly: "It's a poor student that my parents sponsor. He came to my house last week, and it was the first time I met him."

"But that doesn't clear her name, does it?"

Qiao Nansheng was indeed very meticulous. He deduced a general idea just from Song Lingge's attitude yesterday and now.

"Yes, and I've also discovered that she might be involved in nude photos."