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

"Hmm, Jiang Yunhai told you?"

"You know him too?" As soon as Song Lingge said this, she realized it was a pointless question.

If Qiao Nansheng hadn't told her, she wouldn't have known about the Photography Enthusiasts Association. Qiao Nansheng must have investigated it.

"It's quite a coincidence. If I hadn't run into Zhou Songmei yesterday and been talking to her, Jiang Yunhai wouldn't have recognized her. You know what? She's not a member of the Photography Enthusiasts Association, so we couldn't find her in the membership records. She just did odd jobs there for a while."

Qiao Nansheng fell silent. So that's how it is. No wonder he couldn't find any clues back then.

“If she took the nude photos, it’s very likely she was after you. But since you said she was a student sponsored by your parents, it’s also possible she was after Fang Guanghua.”

Song Lingge nodded, then frowned: "My mother and I both think she's not simple, but so far, apart from discovering that she lied, we haven't found any other direct evidence. We can't rule out the possibility that she's targeting Fang Guanghua."

"But do you know what? When she was at my house, she was intentionally or unintentionally trying to sow discord between me and my parents, so yesterday when she suddenly acted very intimately, I felt so disgusted."

As Song Lingge chattered away her analysis, a slight smile appeared on Qiao Nansheng's face.

She could chat with him so openly and without any guile, and their relationship gradually grew closer without them even realizing it.

"Should we still investigate?" Qiao Nansheng asked.

Meeting his earnest gaze, Song Lingge felt a little flustered. She clearly only regarded Qiao Nansheng as an ordinary classmate, but she found that Qiao Nansheng had already permeated her life through their daily interactions.

Many times, like in Songjiawu's case, she needed his help.

He knew her far better than Zhang Xiuxiu and Yu Shaofen.

Can she really accept all his help so readily?

Song Lingge still had no answer in her heart, so Qiao Nansheng asked again.

"Investigate, I want to know the truth."

"Then let's investigate, but don't neglect your studies. I'd like to go on exchange with you. We'll be in a completely unfamiliar place, so it'll be better to have someone you know well. Besides, don't try to handle everything alone. Having someone else offer advice is always better than you doing it alone."

"And you said you could cover my meals... If we were going to those culinary wastelands like the UK or the UK, then you'd have to really show your skills."

As they got to know each other better, Song Lingge discovered that Qiao Nansheng always liked to make ambiguous jokes, unlike the aloof and low-key academic genius that others perceived him to be.

Having figured out his temperament, she sometimes automatically ignores questions she doesn't know how to answer.

The two of them could look after each other, and he was a top student who would be a great help to her. Since Qiao Nansheng didn't think it was a bad idea, Song Lingge naturally had no reason not to agree.

"Don't worry, being an exchange student is my goal, and I will plan my time well."

~

Friday arrived quickly, and Song Lingge and Qiao Nansheng took a car home together.

Are you going home or to your grandparents' house?

"I'll go home first to see my mom, and then I'll see how my aunt is settled."

"Is it tomorrow or the day after tomorrow when we go to my maternal grandparents' house?"

"I'll go back tonight and check things out. I'll call you back once I'm sure."

Song Lingge was actually very worried about Zhao Jueyu and Song Jianmei. After finishing her business that day, she went back to school and wondered how Zhao Jueyu and Song Jianmei had been doing these past few days.

Even before I reached home, I could hear laughter coming from inside the room from a great distance down the corridor.

When Song Lingge opened the door, she saw Zhao Jueyu chopping filling, Song Jianmei kneading dough, and even Song Jianping, unusually, peeling garlic. The three of them were chatting and laughing.

To be honest, this scene was quite a shock to Song Lingge. This warm and harmonious family atmosphere hadn't appeared in this home for a long time.

Song Lingge has complicated feelings towards Song Jianping. On one hand, she is burdened by family ties, and on the other hand, she hates his infidelity.

Song Lingge herself had also experienced infidelity, so in her rebirth, she naturally stood on the opposite side of Song Jianping.

Some time ago, when Zhao Jueyu analyzed her emotional journey, it actually triggered her reflection.

Just then, Song Jianmei noticed her: "Lingge is back?"

"Mom, Dad, Aunt, what are you doing?" Song Lingge quickly calmed herself down.

“Your aunt has set up a breakfast stall selling steamed buns, and we’re getting ready for tomorrow.”

Zhao Jueyu's face was beaming with smiles, and it was clear that she was genuinely happy. Perhaps she had been dreaming of this kind of scene ever since she married Song Jianping.

Song Lingge was also happy for Song Jianmei's recovery. She originally thought that Song Jianmei would need some time to recover after her divorce, but she didn't expect her to be ready to leave so quickly.

"How's your aunt's business?"

Song Jianmei's face was beaming with joy: "There are many people near the school, so business is pretty good. After deducting costs, the net profit is about twenty yuan a day."

"So many? Auntie, you're amazing!"

Zhao Jueyu is a veteran teacher, but his monthly salary is only a little over a thousand yuan.

Song Lingge thought for a moment: "Setting up a stall is not a long-term solution. If things continue like this, Auntie will soon be able to open a shop. She can mainly sell breakfast, but lunch is also an option. We can't let Auntie's good skills go to waste."

"No, no, no, I can't possibly manage all that. I rely on my sister-in-law and brother for help every day!" Song Jianmei shook her head vigorously.

"If you're too busy, just hire some people. Then your aunt will be a small business owner, and maybe she can even open a branch if the business thrives..."

He does not mean that.

Song Lingge's words ignited Song Jianmei's expectations for a better life.

In the few days since her divorce, she earned money on her own for the first time and felt like a human being again.

Therefore, she believed Song Lingge's words!

If things continue like this, becoming a boss won't be a pipe dream. Maybe she won't need to rely on anyone else; she can save up for Chen Bingfeng's betrothal gifts and buy him a house all by herself.

"Okay, then Auntie will do her best."

After chopping the filling, Zhao Jueyu washed his hands and nudged Song Lingge, saying, "You always have so many ideas. Are you hungry?"

Song Lingge shook her head: "I'm coming back to get some clothes to take to Grandpa's house."

Upon hearing Song Lingge's words, Song Jianmei felt embarrassed, as it was all because of her: "I'll sleep on the floor, so Lingge can stay at home!"

As Song Lingge tidied up, she said, "Aunt, didn't we already agree on this? Don't be so formal."

Song Jianping was quite happy for Song Lingge to return to the Zhao family, as this would strengthen his connection with his father-in-law's family.

"The house in Hele Manor is almost finished being renovated. After it's been empty for a while, we can move in during the Chinese New Year. It won't be so crowded then. We're all family, so let's overcome the difficulties together."

He was speaking with the air of a head of the household, but none of the three women took him seriously.

Through the events in Songjiawu, they became closely connected.

I don't need men. After all, when I need them, even my husband, brother, or father can't be relied on.