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

Perhaps the biggest progress I've made so far is owning two properties at such a young age.

This start is better than the previous life.

With this in mind, Song Lingge's confidence was rekindled.

"What are you thinking about? You look so serious." Qiao Nansheng asked when he saw that she looked relaxed.

Song Lingge leaned back in her chair and adjusted to a more comfortable position.

"It's nothing, I'm just worried about the future! I want to make money quickly and become a rich woman. Otherwise, I feel like I have no purpose in life!"

"A rich woman? Does she want to keep me as her mistress?"

Qiao Nansheng made a casual joke.

Song Lingge rolled her eyes at him. Was this joke going to never be forgotten?

Qiao Nansheng made a pleading gesture: "Who told you to be so serious just now? You scared me to death. I had to ease the tension, didn't I?"

Before long, they arrived at Zhao Zhang's country.

Qiao Nansheng looked around: "Your maternal grandfather lives here? Song Lingge, so you knew last time that my maternal grandfather's house was very close?"

"So what if you know? What's so special about living in the same neighborhood?"

"What's your grandfather's name? I'll go back and ask him to see if they recognize him."

Song Lingge opened the car door, bent down and said with a smile, "I'll ask my grandpa when I get back. You should go back soon too! Did you bring the medicine back? Remember to have your grandma change your dressing tomorrow morning."

"Why don't you come and help me change?"

Qiao Nansheng looked sincere, but his suggestion was clearly ill-intentioned.

"Why don't you come to my house and I'll change it for you?" Song Lingge guessed that Qiao Nansheng wouldn't dare to come, so she boldly encouraged him.

As expected, Qiao Nansheng shook his head. People of their age are not many willing to deal with the elderly.

"Okay, you can go back now. I'm going in too."

"Okay, I'll leave after you go in."

Qiao Nansheng turned on his high beams, which shone very far. Song Lingge didn't dare to look back and strode forward using the light.

Zhao Zhangguo and Lin Xiuzhi have not yet rested.

Song Lingge had a key. When she went in, she saw Zhao Zhangguo still reading a book, while Lin Xiuzhi was knitting.

This scene is warm and beautiful.

In their past lives, she and Zhao Jueyu both longed for this kind of love, but some beautiful things cannot be replicated.

"Grandpa, Grandma," Song Lingge called softly.

"Lingge, why did you suddenly come back?" Lin Xiuzhi put down her work and walked over.

Song Lingge put down her luggage, quickly went over to her, and helped her sit down again.

"I've come to you for refuge; there's no place for me in your homes!"

Zhao Zhangguo closed the book, which was still the complete collection of Andersen's fairy tales, but his eyes were looking expectantly outside.

"You came alone? Didn't they see you off?"

"My mom was supposed to take me home, but I ran into a friend on the way and he gave me a ride back instead. Oh, I should call my mom first."

Song Lingge let Zhao Jueyu know she was safe, and the person on the other end of the phone finally felt relieved.

After Zhao Jueyu got home, she stayed by the phone, estimating the time, and it actually happened a little faster than she expected.

After finishing her phone call, Song Lingge sat back down next to her parents and gave them a brief account of what had happened at home recently.

“It’s good to move back. I didn’t agree with you moving back before, but you’re older now, and Grandpa respects your wishes. Now that we have this opportunity, let’s just move back instead of going there.”

Lin Xiuzhi also said with a smile, "After you moved there, your grandfather kept talking to me about it every day. We've finally been waiting for you to come back."

Actually, when Song Lingge first entered the house, she noticed that although it was warm and cozy, it also exuded a sense of desolation.

Looking at the two elderly people who loved her most in the world, Song Lingge smiled and said, "As long as you don't kick me out, I'll stay here. If you ask me, there's no need to renovate the house in Hele Manor. Anyway, you won't be going to live there, so there's no need for me to go either."

We can just keep that house to increase its value. Besides, it's in the same neighborhood as Song Jianping and his family, so there's no need to renovate it.

After she graduates, we'll see where she gets a job, and then we'll buy a small house.

Once you've made money, besides Nanzhou, it would be best to buy several houses in Beijing and Hong Kong. That way, you'll be close to becoming rich overnight.

Upon hearing Song Lingge's words, Zhao Zhangguo's eyes lit up: "That would be best."

Song Lingge was brought back to reality and said with a smile, "I'll go upstairs and tidy up first. Grandpa, don't read tonight, your eyesight isn't good to begin with, and neither are yours, Grandma. I'll come down in a bit, and we can watch TV together, or I can play chess with you."

"Okay, okay, I'll do whatever you say, go on!"

The house became much livelier after Song Lingge returned.

Zhao Zhangguo turned on the light in the room, and the whole room, along with his heart, became bright.

Song Lingge returned to her room and took out the clothes she wanted to wear from her luggage. She would pack the rest tomorrow; now she wanted to take a good shower.

In a true sense, this room is the bedroom she has lived in since she was a child.

Everything in the room was familiar, and even though they had moved back so long ago, Lin Xiuzhi and the others still cleaned the room every day, as if she had never left.

Song Lingge felt a warmth in her heart; she wanted to make up for the debt she owed them in her past life.

With that in mind, she quickly finished her shower and went downstairs.

Lin Xiuzhi actually cooked her a bowl of noodles while she was taking a bath.

It was her favorite chive leaf noodles, with a generous amount of broth, glistening with oil, and topped with a generous amount of chopped scallions, giving it a wonderfully fragrant aroma.

She hadn't eaten when she arrived, but she didn't want to trouble the two elderly people, so she decided not to eat and consider it a way to lose weight.

Who knew that this kind and lovely old woman, following the custom of "dumplings before leaving home and noodles upon returning," had already prepared noodles and was waiting for her.

A lump formed in her throat, and Song Lingge almost burst into tears.

"What are you standing there for? You must be hungry, right? Come and eat some noodles." Lin Xiuzhi patted her when she saw her standing there in a daze.

Like Zhao Jueyu, Song Lingge pays attention to details. She cherishes even the smallest kindness shown to her.

I don't know whether such a sentimental nature is a blessing or a curse.

Song Lingge stirred the noodles, and there was a fried egg in the bowl.

Afraid of losing her composure again and disappointing her grandmother, she quickly ate heartily, finishing the bowl of noodles in no time.

Song Lingge patted her belly and said with a smile, "Grandma, don't cook so much in the future. If you keep eating like this, I'll definitely become as fat as a pig before long when we get home."

Lin Xiuzhi laughed so hard she bent over: "Okay, okay, Grandma will remember. You can't be too fat. Young girls these days all love to be beautiful, but you're still too thin."

Well, it seems like Grandma always thinks I'm too thin.

There is no grandmother in this world who thinks her granddaughter is fat.

"Lingge, come over after you've finished eating and play chess with Grandpa." Over at the tea room, Zhao Zhangguo had already set up the chessboard.

As Song Lingge was clearing away the dishes, she loudly replied, "Okay, Grandpa, wait for me a moment, I'll be right there after I finish washing the dishes."

The first night back at the Zhao family home passed by pleasantly.

This is the home Song Lingge dreamed of.