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

Song Jianping glanced at Song Lingge with disgust. Wasn't this just a rhetorical question?

Is she genuinely naive or just pretending to be innocent while secretly plotting something?

“If you insist on buying it, then as your father, I’ll have to go around raising the money for you. We had a fixed deposit, but now we have no choice but to withdraw it.”

Whether it's a loan or a fixed deposit, Song Lingge just needs to take the money.

"Dad, I'll come over tomorrow morning when the bank opens, and we'll go get the money together."

"No need, I'll go get it myself. You can come and pick it up later."

"Then I'll come earlier tomorrow morning."

Song Jianping rolled his eyes at her, annoyed: "Is there any need to be in such a hurry?"

Song Lingge didn't mind his attitude and said firmly, "Of course I'm in a hurry! I need a computer!"

Speechless, Song Jianping went to pay the bill in a sullen mood.

After leaving the restaurant, Song Jianping said, "It's getting late, you should go home now!"

Song Lingge glanced at the sky: "It's still early, let me go home and stay with you a little longer?"

Song Jianping's lips twitched, and his tone softened: "It's too late for a girl like you to go home. We parents are worried about you. Go home now, you'll be coming back tomorrow!"

Song Lingge knew perfectly well why Song Jianping wouldn't let her go home.

Since her father had made it clear that he was putting on an act, and now was not the time to expose him, she would play along and indulge in his acting, as a way of fulfilling her filial duty.

"Dad, I'll head back now! I'll come over tomorrow morning."

The poignant farewell between father and daughter was so touching that anyone who witnessed it couldn't help but marvel at the deep bond between them.

The next morning, Song Lingge took a car to Hele Manor.

That's why they say no one knows a father better than his daughter!

Song Jianping left early in the morning; if Song Lingge hadn't left even earlier, the two of them wouldn't have met at the gate.

Seeing Song Lingge standing smiling at the door, Song Jianping's expression changed in a variety of ways, which was quite interesting.

Facing the God of Wealth, Song Lingge was the first to greet him: "Dad, why are you here so early? I was afraid I would be late."

Song Jianping chuckled awkwardly, "I was just afraid of delaying your business. If you go early in the morning, you won't have to wait in line."

Song Lingge smiled sweetly at him: "Thank you, Dad. I knew you loved me the most."

After saying that, he looked Song Jianping up and down again, and asked suspiciously, "Dad, where did you put your bankbook? You didn't forget to bring it, did you?"

Song Jianping patted his purse: "I brought it, I brought it, don't worry!"

Song Lingge spread her hands: "Give it to me."

Song Jianping nervously clutched his pocket: "What are you doing?"

Seeing his defensiveness, Song Lingge chuckled: "I brought a bag, it's safe to put it in the bag."

Song Jianping was a little embarrassed, but he quickly declined, saying, "No need, this wallet is deep and safe."

Song Lingge didn't press the matter, and said with a smile, "Then you should cover yourself up. I'll also put on some glasses for you."

They escaped another disaster.

Song Jianping felt bitter. He knew he had to be careful to hide his bankbook from now on, as there were people all around him who coveted his wealth.

Most importantly, he must not let them see the amount in his bank account; this is a top secret.

When I arrived at the bank, it was just opening.

Song Jianping stopped Song Lingge at the door: "You can wait outside!"

"Dad, why?"

"Why are you asking so many questions, kid? We're already at the bank. Are you worried that Dad won't let you withdraw the money?"

Unable to find an excuse, Song Jianping resorted to acting like a parent.

Before Song Lingge could speak, Song Jianping took her bag and said, "Give me your bag. I'll put the money in there after I withdraw it. Is ten thousand enough?"

Song Lingge thought for a moment and pretended to be hesitant, saying, "It might be barely enough."

Song Jianping said, "Then I'll give you 12,000 yuan. You just wait here."

Song Lingge quickly nodded with a smile: "Okay, then I'll wait for you here, Dad, you go ahead!"

Song Jianping wouldn't let Song Lingge in for one reason only: he didn't want her to see how much money was in his bank account.

Actually, the exact amount is not important.

The important thing is that Song Lingge learned that even if she took 12,000 yuan, Song Jianping would still have some money left.

Don't rush, take your time.

Even a rabbit will bite when cornered, let alone a person?

She will slowly erode and reclaim Zhao Jueyu and everything that is rightfully hers.

Now, with the 12,000 yuan given by Song Jianping, she has a total of about 35,000 yuan in her hands.

It's still a full 10,000 yuan short of the price for that shop near Nanjing University of Foreign Languages.

It's unclear how much money Song Jianmei can raise.

However, a quick calculation reveals that Song Jianmei only has the profits from selling steamed buns over the past few months, so she probably doesn't have much money left.

If Song Lingge can raise the money herself, she doesn't plan to take Song Jianmei's money.

There are two reasons: if two people contribute money to buy it, it will be difficult to determine ownership later.

Another reason is that you need to have some working capital after opening a shop.

But how can we make up the huge shortfall of 10,000 yuan?

"Lingge!" Song Jianping came out and handed the bag to Song Lingge.

"Count it yourself, I took out 12,000."

Song Lingge opened the bag and glanced inside; it was a thick wad of cash.

She laughed and said, "No need to count, Dad, would you really trick me?"

Song Jianping said thoughtfully, "Lingge, next time you come over, call home first. If I'm not home, then your trip will be in vain."

Grandpa Sun had told Song Lingge that Zhou Songmei and her illegitimate child had moved in.

Song Jianping kept emphasizing this matter, hoping that Song Lingge could give them some preparation before she arrived.

I'm in a good mood today, so Song Lingge will do a good job!

"Okay, I know. Sometimes I just happen to be passing by and forget to call. I'll remember next time!"

Relieved to receive her affirmative answer, Song Jianping breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't waste so much money."

Song Lingge nodded: "Dad, you're out so early, have you had breakfast? Why don't we go back and I'll cook you some noodles?"

"No need, you go ahead with your work. It's not safe to carry so much money around. You should go and buy the computer sooner rather than later so you can have peace of mind."

"Should I go now? Or should I take you home? It's still early!"

Song Jianping waved his hand: "No need, I'll wander around a bit more, you can go now!"

Song Lingge found it amusing; Song Jianping's intention to get rid of her was too obvious.

Alright, I really have a lot to do today, so I won't tease him anymore.

Song Lingge went home first to get her bankbook and deposited the money.

No more, no less, exactly thirty-five thousand yuan.

After calling Song Jianmei, I learned that she only had three thousand yuan to spare.

Song Lingge comforted Song Jianmei and made up her mind to find a solution herself.

Zhao Zhangguo and his group definitely have money, but Song Lingge simply couldn't bring herself to ask.

Of all the people she knows, the only one who might have money and be able to lend it to her is probably Qiao Nansheng.

But, ten thousand yuan is such a large sum of money, can Qiao Nansheng lend it?

Whether or not you can lend it out, you'll only know after you lend it out.

Song Lingge steeled her resolve and headed towards Qin Sihai's house.