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

"No, it has nothing to do with my grandparents, it's me." Song Lingge stammered, unable to get to the point for a long time.

She is creating anxiety in this way.

The more she hesitated, the more Song Jianping frowned.

Song Lingge lowered her head and kept twisting her clothes with her fingers.

She looked like she had encountered something embarrassing, but in reality, she was silently counting down the seconds.

"35, 36, 37..."

"What exactly happened? Just tell me." He couldn't hold back any longer.

Thirty-seven seconds—that's Song Jianping's patience.

"Dad, I need some money." Having teased him enough, Song Lingge spoke directly.

Song Jianping's face immediately turned extremely ugly.

Although he wasn't very old, his face was full of calculation, and the wrinkles that came with age made him seem even more calculating.

Unlike Zhao Zhangguo, whose face, though lined with wrinkles, conveyed an air of erudition, compassion, and kindness...

It is born by heart.

Song Lingge thought of this word, and it made a lot of sense.

Perhaps it was because Song Lingge had always acted detached from worldly affairs, or perhaps it was because Song Jianping had never taken on the responsibility of raising a daughter.

So when Song Lingge opened her mouth, his first reaction was confusion.

"Why are you asking me for money?" That was his first thought.

However, when he met Song Lingge's eyes, his rationality returned. She was his biological daughter, and if it was a reasonable request, it was only right for her to ask him for money.

"What do you need the money for?"

"I want to buy a computer."

"A computer?" Song Jianping shouted.

The commotion was so loud that it even alerted the owner who was cooking inside.

Song Jianping lowered his voice, but his tone became even more sharp: "You want to buy a computer? Do you know how much that costs? It's simply not something you can afford."

Song Jianping practically had "Song Lingge, you don't deserve it!" written all over her forehead.

Song Lingge really wanted to tell him that the person he couldn't afford to use had been used for a long time.

However, now is not the time to act impulsively.

Song Lingge lowered her eyes, and after a long time, she still couldn't squeeze out a tear.

Out of desperation, I did what they taught in TV dramas and pinched my thigh.

At that moment, tears welled up in her eyes.

She slowly raised her head, her large eyes brimming with tears, sparkling and filled with clear innocence.

"But I need a computer. Before Mom passed away, I mentioned it to her, and she said she would buy me one after we moved to our new house. Now, now..."

I'm sorry, Mom, I used you as an excuse. Please forgive me.

Song Lingge silently apologized in her heart, willing to do anything to make this old Bi Deng bleed.

When Zhao Jueyu was mentioned, a hint of something obscure flashed in Song Jianping's eyes.

"Computers are too expensive, what are you going to do with them?"

Song Jianping was still unwilling to buy, but his tone had softened considerably.

If he agreed so easily, he wouldn't be Song Jianping.

Song Lingge had already prepared herself mentally before she came.

"Dad, I'll be doing an internship next year, and I really need a computer."

"After buying the house, I don't have much money left. Can't you ask your grandparents for some?"

Song Lingge sneered inwardly.

How could this man have the nerve to ask?

“My meals, schooling, clothing, food, and shelter are all paid for by my grandparents. I’m too embarrassed to ask them for money again. Why don’t you go and talk to them?”

Let's take him down first.

Song Jianping rolled his eyes at her. Knowing full well that his relationship with the two elders was strained, wasn't it ridiculous to ask him to speak up?

"What do we do then? This is such a large sum of money,"

She slowly took a jewelry box out of her bag and pushed it towards Song Jianping.

"I was so touched when you bought me this gold necklace last time. But it's expensive and not very practical. Can I return it to you and get the money back?"

Song Jianping's face twitched involuntarily.

He knew better than anyone what this longevity lock was all about.

Song Lingge bringing this up now is practically a slap in his face.

Moreover, he was very unwilling when he bought it; he was forced to buy it by Zhou Songmei.

Now, Song Lingge told him to take it back and exchange it for money to buy a computer.

Why are all these people only interested in scheming to take his money?

None of them is easy to deal with.

“Take what I give you, but I really don’t have that much money to buy a computer. You know, after buying the house and then renovating it, I’ve almost used up all my savings from all these years.”

Song Jianping's thinking was simple: Song Lingge, like her mother, would definitely be too embarrassed to admit it.

If he insists he has no money, Song Lingge will probably stop bothering him.

Sure enough, after the spicy blood curd was served, neither the father nor the daughter spoke again, and they focused on eating.

Song Lingge gained a deeper understanding of Song Jianping's shamelessness.

But she was his daughter, so how could she not have inherited his essence?

Song Lingge put down her chopsticks and stared at Song Jianping, who was still picking vegetables from the basin, without saying a word.

Perhaps because his gaze was too focused, Song Jianping had no choice but to meet that gaze directly.

"Lingge, why are you looking at me like that?"

"Dad, I've thought about it, and I think I'll move back home!"

How did we end up back here after all this time?

Song Jianping put down his chopsticks, looking displeased, and said, "Why bring this up again? Didn't we agree on this last time?"

“Grandpa’s villa is too far from the street, so it’s inconvenient for me to go out to go online. I just came over and saw that there’s an internet cafe right outside this neighborhood. Once we move back, we can go to the internet cafe every day.”

Now, Song Jianping finally realized that Song Lingge was determined to achieve her goal and was fixated on the computer.

"Lingge, are you threatening me because I didn't agree to buy you a computer?"

Song Lingge's eyes widened in disbelief. "Dad, how can you describe me as a threat? You said you didn't have money, but I didn't force you! There are no internet cafes near Grandma's house; you can go see for yourself if you don't believe me. I just moved back to my own home because it's closer to an internet cafe. Besides, how is moving back to my own home a threat to you?"

"I used the wrong words. Keep your voice down, everyone's watching..."

Song Lingge's voice grew louder, and Song Jianping had already noticed that someone was looking in their direction.

He's just too vain and cares too much about what others think.

Song Lingge persisted, her voice rising even louder: "Dad, I haven't cost you much money growing up, have I? All I want is a computer. You wouldn't let me, so I figured it out myself. Now that I've found a way, you're criticizing me. Does Mom's gone and you don't care about me anymore? No wonder you always make excuses when I want to move back..."

Now they're no longer just secretly peeking; they've become the source of gossip.

Song Jianping hurriedly reassured him, "Okay, okay, I'll buy it for you, alright? Please stop talking."

Song Lingge rubbed her eyes and asked innocently, "Dad, didn't you say you didn't have any money?"