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

Song Lingge and Zhao Zhangguo discussed it all morning, but still couldn't reach a final decision.

Lin Xiuzhi's main goal was to make Song Jianping suffer, to annoy him for as long as possible.

Zhao Zhangguo insisted on holding back for the time being, first gathering clues and then delivering a final blow to ensure that Song Jianping would never be able to recover.

"If even the police can't find out, what if you let a young girl like Lingge investigate? What if she gets into danger? Although we agreed beforehand that she could investigate if she wanted to, we should at least be realistic about her abilities!"

"I didn't know Zhou Songmei before. But now it seems she's a cunning and scheming person. This kind of villain is not to be trifled with."

Lin Xiuzhi agreed to the investigation because of Song Lingge's insistence, but she was not optimistic about the outcome.

She had already lost her daughter and didn't want anything to happen to her granddaughter.

Zhao Zhangguo, however, was completely different from what she had imagined.

He cares about both his daughter and granddaughter.

But they must walk their own path in life.

It was Song Lingge's choice to find out the cause of Zhao Jueyu's death.

Now that she has made her choice, he will help her complete it step by step, no matter what troubles or dangers they encounter.

However, faced with his wife's questioning, the white-haired old man finally lowered his head and remained silent.

Song Lingge sighed softly and stood up to clear the dishes.

She is too weak right now, which is why her grandparents are so worried.

It seems that I can't tell them everything in detail anymore.

Moreover, they need to see that she has grown up and can stand on her own.

After thinking it through, Song Lingge hummed a song while washing the dishes.

Only by appearing relaxed can I help the two elderly people relax as well.

“Lingge, don’t listen to your grandfather. Men like him are used to making their way in the world, and their sense of heroism is deeply ingrained. You haven’t experienced those sordid things growing up, so you don’t know how dark some people’s hearts can be. Your grandmother is getting old, and she doesn’t ask for anything else but for you to be well.”

While Song Lingge was washing the dishes, Lin Xiuzhi stood beside her wiping the dishes and trying to instill her own views in her.

"Grandma, I understand. Don't worry, I won't do anything dangerous."

Not wanting to cause these two elderly people any more worry, Song Lingge pretended to be obedient and agreed.

With her appearance flawless, Lin Xiuzhi gradually felt relieved.

"By the way, it's been a long time since I visited my aunt. I'm going back to see her today."

Although Song Lingge kept saying that Song Jianmei had changed for the better, Lin Xiuzhi never gave the Song family a kind look.

However, it won't be too obvious on the surface.

Lin Xiuzhi didn't speak, and Song Lingge immediately guessed that she was unhappy.

“I went to the bank a couple of days ago and found that my aunt had transferred money to me, twice as much as before.”

"So what? Haven't we spent a lot of money on them over the years?"

Although Lin Xiuzhi's words were harsh, her tone softened considerably.

Song Lingge wiped her hands clean and helped Lin Xiuzhi walk towards the living room.

As she walked, she said, "I guess my aunt gave me the share of the profits from the steamed bun shop that was supposed to go to my mom."

Lin Xiuzhi was momentarily speechless.

“My aunt has really changed a lot. People say that old habits die hard, and I’m not sure if she will ever go back to her old ways. But when I helped her, I never thought about getting anything in return, and I think my mother must have thought the same way. Now that my aunt appreciates our kindness, I don’t want to categorize her as the same kind of person as my father.”

Zhao Zhangguo nodded thoughtfully: "Yes, there are many ungrateful people in reality. At your mother's funeral last time, I saw your aunt busy with everything. She is a kind-hearted person. We should help her as much as we can. We don't want anything from her. If she comes back to us, we can just cut ties with her."

Lin Xiuzhi had no grounds for complaint and let the grandmother and grandson do as they pleased.

Actually, she is a kind-hearted person.

When Song Lingge left, she specially packed some tonics and other supplements for Song Jianmei to take with her.

It's winter break, so business probably isn't as good as it was during the school year. Going now won't bother Song Jianmei.

Walking onto this familiar Baoyu Road, Song Lingge felt as if she had been transported to another world.

The days of rebirth passed by too quickly, yet also seemed too slow.

People would greet her from time to time on the street, but she didn't really know many of them.

Those people were all acquaintances of Song Jianping and Zhao Jueyu.

If Song Jianmei stops opening her shop here after a while, Song Lingge may really have to say goodbye to this place.

I spotted Song Jianmei's steamed bun shop from afar, and was surprised to find it was thriving.

Song Lingge originally thought that there wouldn't be much business at this time, so she could have lunch with Song Jianmei.

The result was completely unexpected.

Song Lingge was extremely busy, and the guests were urging her to hurry up.

"The shredded pork with garlic sauce is ready. Which table is this? Please help yourself! Sorry."

Song Jianmei poured more oil into the pan and started cooking the next dish.

A pair of clean, white hands reached out and took away the shredded pork with garlic sauce.

Which table?

Hearing the voice, Song Jianmei looked up happily: "Lingge, why are you back? Table number three, table number three."

Song Lingge raised the plate and gestured, "I'll serve the dishes first, and we can talk about it later when you're done with your work."

Then one noon, Song Jianmei cooked, while Song Lingge served the dishes and did odd jobs, keeping them busy until almost one o'clock.

As new guests arrived, Song Lingge was about to invite them to sit down.

Song Jianmei laughed and said loudly, "Sorry, I need to rest today. Come again tomorrow!"

After the guests left, only the aunt and niece remained.

Song Lingge said, "Aunt, how can you send guests away when they arrive?"

Song Jianmei replied with a smile, "It's alright, we're all old acquaintances. You're back and have been helping me for so long, so I have to cook a couple more dishes so we can have a proper meal."

"Don't cook so much. There are only two of us. Too much will be a waste."

"Go sit over there and rest for a while. I'll cook one more dish and come right back. Hurry up, there's too much smoke here, it'll bother you."

Song Jianmei tossed the ladle with one hand and waved to Song Lingge with the other, signaling her to sit down.

Fearing that Song Jianmei might accidentally burn herself, Song Lingge stopped arguing with her and sat down at the table.

A short while later, Song Jianmei finished cooking, and Song Lingge went over to serve the dishes.

"Auntie, isn't this a steamed bun shop? How come you're selling stir-fries now?"

"I sell steamed buns in the morning, and stir-fries for lunch and dinner. You said my aunt's stir-fries are delicious, so I tried it, and I didn't expect the business to be so good."

Song Jianmei smiled smugly.

Song Lingge, however, was not happy. Her face was full of worry: "You must be so tired from working from morning till night! You should take care of your health."

Song Jianmei piled Song Lingge's bowl full of food: "I know, I'm perfectly healthy! People only get sick when they're idle. My business is doing so well right now, I'm too happy to be sick. You eat up, don't worry about me."