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

Late at night, in Song Lingge's boudoir.

Under the dim light of the desk lamp, Song Lingge listed out her money-making plan.

First, buying lottery tickets. Her rebirth was too rushed; she hadn't even memorized the winning numbers. (Crossed out.) Those who know, know.

Second point, buying stocks, cross that out. In my previous life, I was just an ordinary housewife, completely ignorant of stocks and finance.

The third option, finding a respectable job after graduation and living a routine life? That's way too far from getting rich. Crossed out.

Fourthly, doing business? It's not entirely impossible; after all, seizing the initiative already puts you ahead of the game. But... cross that out, no, cross out half of it.

Fifth item, cross it out.

......

Song Lingge has her own pursuits in life.

What is the purpose of being reborn?

Avenging his daughter is definitely the top priority. And now, there's also the matter of revenge against Zhao Jueyu.

Song Lingge no longer lives for herself; those who gave birth to her and those she gave birth to are still struggling in a sea of ​​suffering.

If even she gives up on revenge, then their lives will become a complete joke.

But is life just about revenge?

When she was first reborn, Song Lingge was very grateful that she had not been reborn at a time when she was facing a difficult decision.

Therefore, she studied hard and made a life plan for herself. She wanted to become a diplomat and truly have her own career.

This was also her original intention in choosing Nanzhou University of Foreign Languages; becoming a diplomat was her dream.

In my past life, I neglected my studies because I was dating Fang Guanghua.

In this life, she is determined to realize this dream.

Therefore, she actively participated in school activities, bravely applied for exchange programs, and was determined to salvage her reputation at school despite rumors and gossip—all in pursuit of her dream.

The fifth item crossed out was Song Lingge's dream, but now she has to kill that dream once again.

Zhao Jueyu's unexpected death forced her to make a choice between family and future.

She could have had many opportunities and connections to succeed, but as for her family, all she had left were the elderly Zhao Zhangguo and Lin Xiuzhi.

She can't be so selfish.

Before the winter break, Yu Dezhi visited her once and told her some good news: she was one of the exchange students selected.

She didn't tell anyone or discuss it with her family, and directly rejected this rare opportunity.

For others, it might just be a chance to broaden their horizons, but for Song Lingge, it meant giving up her dream.

However, she has no regrets.

If she gives up this dream, she can choose other things.

But the time she could spend with her family would only decrease day by day, and she couldn't afford to have any more regrets.

Moreover, she has decades of life experience and knows the great significance of a material foundation for life. To abandon a material foundation to pursue unrealistic dreams is to be a fanciful dreamer.

Therefore, she believed in herself and believed that she could thrive even if she switched careers.

Considering both her past lives and her personal abilities, after several nights of careful thought, she concluded that there was only one path most suitable for her: to become a writer.

Grateful for her love of reading since childhood, she can now refer to the writing styles of many romance novelists. Since she reads a lot, she is quite confident in her writing skills.

If I publish a physical book and can sell the film and television rights, I'll be close to becoming rich.

You can also write documentary literature; once you become famous, you can join the Writers' Association.

Out of the corner of her eye, Song Lingge caught sight of the complete collection of Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales on the desk. She thought about how children's picture books had become popular after the turn of the 21st century, and how she had bought many of them for Fang Xingxing.

These are not just wealth, but also a career.

A great literary empire was born in Song Lingge's mind.

She scribbled and drew in her notebook for half the night, becoming increasingly excited, thinking that she might one day join the ranks of the greatest writers of this century.

Once a person has a goal, they are like they've been injected with adrenaline.

However, she has now encountered her first pressing problem: buying a computer.

The prize money from the recitation competition and the accompanying translation was almost all used up. At this point, she regretted her extravagance, realizing she had wasted a lot of money.

For example, the Hongtashan cigarettes I bought today—one pack would have been enough, but I insisted on buying two at once.

Regret, oh regret!

After her aunt opened the shop, she would receive a monthly dividend, but there wasn't much money in it; the last time she checked, it was only a little over two thousand.

Computers were a luxury item back then; a decent one would cost close to ten thousand yuan.

Where is she going to get such a large sum of money?

The next morning, Song Lingge, unusually, did not sleep in.

After breakfast, while Zhao Zhangguo and Lin Xiuzhi were still at the table, Song Lingge spoke frankly: "Grandma and Grandpa, I have something I'd like to ask you two to generously donate some money to help me out."

After Song Lingge went to university, she rarely talked to her family, so her directness surprised the elderly couple.

"Lingge, what happened?" Lin Xiuzhi asked worriedly.

Zhao Zhangguo reached out to stop his wife from asking any more questions and asked directly, "How much do you want?"

The child is older now, and besides, Song Lingge isn't the type to spend money recklessly, so there's no need to ask too many questions when needed.

Seeing her grandfather's generosity, Song Lingge felt incredibly guilty and tremblingly raised one finger: "Ten thousand!"

The elderly couple were shocked by their son's outrageous demands. What was he up to? Why did he need such a large sum of money?

"Lingge, what trouble have you gotten into? Don't be afraid, just tell Grandma."

Lin Xiuzhi was scared. She even stared at Song Lingge's belly, wondering what would happen if the girl followed in her mother's footsteps.

Song Lingge smiled awkwardly: "Grandma, don't make wild guesses. To be honest, I want to buy a computer, but I don't have enough money. But I promise, I'll borrow it from you and pay you back in six months at the latest."

Song Lingge's confidence inspired Zhao Zhangguo and Lin Xiuzhi, and Zhao Zhangguo gave Lin Xiuzhi a wink.

Lin Xiuzhi then went upstairs.

Ten thousand yuan is neither a lot nor a little. Song Lingge asked Zhao Zhangguo and the others for it because she was sure they could come up with the money.

However, in an era when a house cost only tens of thousands of yuan, spending ten thousand yuan to buy a computer was an inconceivable thing.

However, this is Song Lingge's grand plan to make money, and making her write it down word by word on paper would be a waste of her precious time.

As Bill Gates said, he wouldn't hesitate to pick up a hundred dollars that fell on the ground, because the time spent picking it up couldn't compare to the value he created.

Song Lingge felt that writing word by word couldn't compare to the creative wellspring of her mind.

Therefore, buying a computer is the most urgent matter.

Sharpening the axe won't delay the work of chopping wood, and the computer is her axe right now.

After thinking for a moment, Song Lingge decided she still needed to persuade Zhao Zhangguo and the others, so she spoke again: "Grandpa, I really need a computer..."

Zhao Zhangguo waved his hand, stopping her from saying what she was about to say.