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

Song Jianping, seemingly lost in thought, finished his meal with Song Lingge, his every move being observed by her.

Once the seeds of doubt are sown, Song Lingge will no longer need to intervene in many matters.

After finishing their meal, Song Lingge said goodbye to Song Jianping.

"Dad, I won't go back with you. I need to hurry back and pack my things. I have to get back to school this afternoon. Director Yu has something to tell me."

Song Jianping was initially worried about what to do after finishing his meal.

It now seems that Song Lingge really just came back to see him and have a meal with him.

Song Jianping felt a mix of emotions.

It seems that I have always been the one who is wary of them, mother and daughter.

However, Song Lingge always respected and was filial to him.

Looking at Song Lingge, Song Jianping took out a few ten-yuan bills from his pocket and gave them to her.

This is how he expresses his fatherly love.

Song Lingge pretended to decline for a while, but eventually couldn't resist Song Jianping's insistence and accepted the money.

“You’re all grown up now, and you’ll need money more often. It’s probably not easy for you to ask your grandparents for help. Just tell Dad if you need anything in the future.”

Song Lingge was always well-behaved, and apart from the time she asked for a computer, she never asked him for anything on her own initiative.

Song Jianping owes her a lot, and he can only make up for it slowly with material things.

He had never felt he owed Song Lingge anything before, but now that he had compared her to Zhou Songmei, he realized that his two daughters were worlds apart.

Zhou Songmei grew up in Qianxing Village, one of the poorest villages in the country, so he always felt guilty towards her.

In terms of material things, she was never treated poorly.

Furthermore, because Song Lingge was raised by Zhao Zhangguo and others, he gave most of his fatherly love to Zhou Songmei.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Songmei's repeated dissatisfaction disappointed him time and time again.

Today, Song Lingge's words suddenly stirred up strange thoughts in his mind.

Song Lingge embarked on her journey home, in an exceptionally good mood.

The main reason she rushed home was to talk to Qiao Nansheng on the phone.

He calls me twice every weekend, without fail.

Yesterday, the two of them were only focused on expressing their feelings.

Today, she wants to tell him everything that has happened during this time.

As usual, Song Lingge nestled on the sofa and talked on the phone with Qiao Nansheng, her face beaming with excitement.

Zhao Zhangguo and Lin Xiuzhi knew without asking that Song Lingge's troubles were resolved.

They are old, and their ability to help her is now limited.

If they could find her a life partner before she passed away, the two of them would have done their duty to Zhao Jueyu.

Judging from the current situation, their wish has been largely fulfilled.

Song Lingge told Qiao Nansheng all about her plans and today's scheme.

Of course, none of this was kept from Zhao Zhangguo and Lin Xiuzhi.

Song Lingge knew clearly that many families' troubles stemmed from a lack of honesty.

Under the guise of doing what's best for you, they actually did many hurtful things.

Now, the most precious thing is that their family, including Qiao Nansheng, can be honest with each other.

Besides the secret that Song Lingge hides deep in her heart.

She had mentioned it to Qiao Nansheng in a dream last time, which could be considered as preparing him mentally.

I just hope that when I have to be honest about it in the future, it won't be so hard to accept.

But that's all hindsight. Song Lingge is happy now, so there's no need for her to worry unnecessarily.

......

The days passed quietly in this calm and peaceful atmosphere.

Song Lingge focused most of her life on writing, but things did not go as smoothly as she had hoped.

The first novel was adapted from the most popular TV series of her previous life, and Song Lingge always thought that by seizing the initiative, she could make a big splash.

However, reality often falls short of expectations, and the first novel failed to find a publisher for a long time.

However, Song Lingge was not discouraged and still spent most of her evenings writing.

When I don't have classes during the day, I go to the publishing house.

Despite her many efforts, she still managed to sell some short stories, essays, and other miscellaneous writings.

This made Song Lingge even more certain that there was nothing wrong with her writing skills and that her writing could be sold for money.

She believes that her temporary lack of recognition is simply because she hasn't found the right approach yet.

With this confidence, Song Lingge forged ahead without hesitation.

Unlike her writing career, "Delicious Songxiang" has completely established itself in the snack street.

Among the popular shops on the snack street, "Delicious Songxiang" has always held a place.

This also made Song Lingge a fortune.

Although making money is a very happy thing, she couldn't help but feel a little pretentious, always feeling that this wasn't her true career.

When a person's economic needs are met, their psychological deficiencies become apparent.

Song Lingge feels that she now sees writing not just as a job, but as a career.

She needs to fill the void in her mind with success in her career.

While the instructor on the podium was still giving a passionate lecture, Song Lingge's thoughts had already wandered far away, and her notebook was filled with tangled messes of lines.

Back then, she resolutely gave up her exchange student spot and chose a brand new path.

If she hadn't made a difference here, her vanity would have made it difficult for her to face Qiao Nansheng.

Even though Qiao Nansheng knew nothing about all of this.

At this moment, Yu Shaofen passed over a folded piece of paper.

Song Lingge's thoughts were interrupted, and she pointed to herself. Yu Shaofen nodded.

So Song Lingge opened it and saw that it read, "Song Lingge, I have something to tell you after class, please don't leave the classroom."

The handwriting on the note was very familiar; Song Lingge had seen it for many years, and it was more familiar to her than her own handwriting.

But why would this person pass her a note?

If there's anything else to say to her, what else could they possibly have to say to each other?

Could it be that Fang Guanghua and Zhou Songmei have rekindled their lingering connection and are plotting something again?

Song Lingge tore up the note with a calm expression, since it wasn't signed anyway.

Yu Shaofen watched as she tore up the note, her eyes questioning what had happened.

Song Lingge smiled faintly and shook her head, not even glancing in Fang Guanghua's direction out of the corner of her eye.

Should we seek retribution for the evil deeds we committed in our past lives?

Song Lingge doesn't have a definite answer yet.

But she believed that Fang Guanghua and Zhou Songmei would not let her off so easily, so she would just watch and see what they would do next!

This note is definitely just a stepping stone.

After sorting out her thoughts, Song Lingge waited until get out of class ended.

Yu Shaofen leaned closer and asked in a low voice, "Who wrote the note? Someone handed it to me, so I passed it on. Are you alright?"

While tidying up the books, Song Lingge replied with a smile, "I don't know either. There's no signature, so it might be a prank!"

Yu Shaofen was relieved. Just now, watching Song Lingge tear the paper strips, she had a strange feeling that Song Lingge was tearing more than just paper strips.

"Have you two finished packing?" Zhang Xiuxiu asked.

The three people were about to leave when someone blocked their way.