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

The next morning, before Song Lingge had even gotten out of bed, she heard a noise downstairs.

I lay motionless on the bed and listened for a while, and unexpectedly heard a familiar voice.

Song Lingge slipped on her slippers and ran downstairs without even thinking to change out of her nightgown.

Who else could it be but Qiao Nansheng, the person sitting on the living room sofa in the glimpse from the stairs?

Why is he here?

Song Lingge carefully recalled what they had said before they parted ways last night. Could this person really be here to change the medicine?

Not so!

"Lingge, you child, you came downstairs without even changing your clothes. We have guests at home, go and change your clothes before coming down."

Lin Xiuzhi was carrying washed fruit from the kitchen when she spoke, and everyone in the living room turned to look at her.

Song Lingge stared at Qiao Nansheng with a probing gaze, but the man ignored her.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be just Qiao Nansheng.

Song Lingge's nightgown was not revealing; in fact, it was more conservative than some ordinary dresses. She ran to the living room, pointed at Qiao Nansheng, and asked him a question.

"Why are you here?"

Zhao Zhangguo and Lin Xiuzhi looked at them suspiciously.

"You two know each other?"

Qiao Nansheng smiled and answered shyly, "Grandpa Zhao, Song Lingge and I are classmates."

Grandpa Zhao? This unfamiliar yet familiar title... Could it be that Qiao Nansheng knows Zhao Zhangguo and the others?

That's strange. I've lived here for over ten years and never heard of it.

Since we're already here, and I can change the dressing at home, I don't need to go to the Qin family's house anymore.

"Grandma, do you have iodine at home? And medical gauze?"

Lin Xiuzhi looked her over from head to toe: "What's wrong? Where are you hurt?"

Song Lingge pointed at Qiao Nansheng: "It was him. When we went to Songjiawu, he and a few classmates went to help us, and he got injured as a result."

Zhao Zhangguo suddenly realized: "So the classmate you were talking about who got injured saving you is Nansheng? Xiuzhi, go get the medicine quickly."

Qiao Nansheng felt a sense of accomplishment, but he pretended to be innocent and said, "I can change the dressing when I get home. My grandma made shumai and asked me to bring it over while it's hot so you can eat it for breakfast."

Lin Xiuzhi brought over the iodine solution and said, "I just cooked some porridge and some shumai, so you can eat at our house."

"Okay, I'll call home later."

After Qiao Nansheng finished his call, Song Lingge took the medicine and folded up Qiao Nansheng's sleeve.

Several days have passed, and although it has improved a lot, the wound is still long, and the cool weather is making it heal slowly.

When Zhao Zhangguo and Lin Xiuzhi saw such a large wound, their affection for Qiao Nansheng deepened. If it weren't for him, the wound would be on their granddaughter's body.

Song Lingge always reports good news and avoids bad news, simply giving a brief explanation of the situation each time.

Now that they have seen the wounds with their own eyes, they realize just how dangerous the situation was.

At the same time, she felt a sense of感慨 (gan3kai3, a complex feeling of mixed emotions, including admiration and awe) that Song Lingge had truly grown up. Although they hadn't spoiled her excessively, Song Lingge had never faced these dark sides of life before.

It's quite good that she was able to prepare in advance this time.

But the person we should thank the most is Qiao Nansheng.

Song Lingge carefully applied the medicine to his wound. In fact, the wound had really healed a lot now; it was truly shocking at the beginning.

Looking at the two young people, Zhao Zhangguo and Lin Xiuzhi also had other ideas in their minds.

After the medicine was applied, Lin Xiuzhi's porridge was also ready.

Four people went to a restaurant for a meal.

A plate of shumai, a plate of pickled vegetables, a plate of cold seaweed salad, plus some boiled white porridge—a simple breakfast.

With Song Lingge and Qiao Nansheng joining them, everyone enjoyed their simple breakfast.

"Did your grandmother make these shumai by hand? She's so skillful." Lin Xiuzhi picked up a shumai.

The glutinous rice and cured meat inside complement each other perfectly, making it truly delicious.

"Yes, I just made it this morning. My aunt is from Guangzhou, and my maternal grandmother taught it to me."

"Your aunt is here too?" Song Lingge blurted out abruptly.

Qiao Nansheng smiled and said, "No, it's something I taught her before. Grandma made some food again today. There are only the three of us at home."

This explanation was crystal clear, and Zhao Zhangguo and Lin Xiuzhi exchanged a glance.

Seeing that Qiao Nansheng had picked up another piece of pickled vegetables with her chopsticks, Lin Xiuzhi smiled and said, "Nansheng really likes these pickled vegetables? I'll pack some for you to take back later."

"No need, Grandma Lin. Song Lingge hasn't finished the ones she brought last time. I'll ask you for more when I'm done."

What did Song Lingge bring last time?

Zhao Zhangguo and Lin Xiuzhi looked at Song Lingge, who didn't dare to raise her head and just kept drinking her porridge.

What exactly is Qiao Nansheng trying to do?

Is he flirting with her?

Not only Zhao Jueyu, but now even Zhao Zhangguo and Lin Xiuzhi probably think in their hearts that the two of them have a somewhat unusual relationship.

However, even Song Lingge herself probably didn't realize that she didn't try to explain why this happened, and instead tacitly accepted it.

After dinner, Qiao Nansheng diligently went to wash the dishes, and Lin Xiuzhi couldn't refuse no matter how she tried.

Watching his nimble movements, in contrast to Song Lingge, who sat on the sofa eating jujubes after finishing her meal.

For the first time, Lin Xiuzhi had the idea of ​​quickly marrying Song Lingge off.

"You child, you've already finished eating, hurry up and go upstairs to change your clothes."

Song Lingge spat out the date pit from her mouth: "Okay, I'll go right away."

As she went upstairs, she glanced into the kitchen and thought how handsome the man doing housework was.

In her eyes, Qiao Nansheng's actions were as obvious as day.

He didn't admit he liked her that time, but everything he did was genuinely for her benefit.

She didn't believe he didn't like her.

Psychologically speaking, she was no longer a naive young woman in her early twenties.

But after so much time, she seems to have forgotten how to date, and it takes a lot of courage for her to accept a new relationship.

In this life, because she did not choose Fang Guanghua from the very beginning, she prevented the tragedy of her previous life from happening again.

But can those painful past events, those unjust cases that have not been redressed, really be wiped away with a single stroke?

And what about her Fang Xingxing, her angelic daughter who thought of her until her death? Can her revenge finally be settled?

Song Lingge was consumed by deep self-blame.

Having been given a new lease on life, she wants to live it well.

However, the guilt she felt towards her daughter in her past life, and the hatred she felt towards Fang Guanghua, would seep out from every nook and cranny and erode her soul.

If this issue cannot be resolved, she will never be able to truly let go or truly accept it.

What is the meaning of her rebirth?

Seize the opportunity, become a female millionaire, and start your amazing life!

What about Fang Xingxing? In her past life, her choices ruined her promising future, and in this life, she didn't even have the chance to be born into this world because of her choices.

For her own sake or for Fang Xingxing's, this became a difficult dilemma that imprisoned Song Lingge.