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

It wasn't completely dark yet, and the streets were full of people coming out to cool off.

"Lingge's mom, going for a walk?"

Zhao Jueyu happily greeted acquaintances and occasionally asked Song Lingge to greet people as well.

“Lingge’s mother, I’ve forgotten the crochet technique you taught me last time.”

This is Wang Qiufeng. Song Lingge remembers her. Her husband was Song Lingge's former junior high school homeroom teacher.

"Aunt Wang," Song Lingge greeted her.

Wang Qiufeng put down her crochet hook and looked closely: "Oh my, isn't this Lingge? I was just wondering who your mother was holding hands with. My eyesight isn't good anymore, it's hard to see clearly at night."

"Aunt Wang, then don't crochet tonight, do it during the day!"

Zhao Jueyu gave Song Lingge a reproachful look, "Do you think adults have nothing to do during the day? They can only do this when they have free time at night."

After saying that, he said to Wang Qiufeng, "I'll teach you another day."

Wang Qiufeng smiled knowingly: "I know, Lingge has come back for a long time, I won't bother you two mothers."

"Is Aunt Wang crocheting a vest? This little duck is so cute."

"That's right, I crocheted it for my little grandson." Wang Qiufeng was clearly very happy to be praised.

"Mom, why don't you teach her now? We have nothing to do anyway. Aunt Wang must be very anxious to help her little grandson with the hook."

Wang Qiufeng waved her hand hastily, embarrassed: "No, how can I delay you and your daughter?"

"No problem, it's so beautifully crocheted, I'd like to learn how too. Aunt Wang, please don't be shy!"

Seeing that Song Lingge was sincere, Zhao Jueyu sat down and began to instruct Wang Qiufeng.

Wang Qiufeng glanced at Song Lingge again, and said to Zhao Jueyu in a low voice that Song Lingge could hear, "I really envy you. Lingge is so beautiful and sensible. You are so lucky!"

Zhao Jueyu's lips remained curved tonight: "She's grown up now. Her grandparents taught her well, and she is indeed very well-behaved."

Song Lingge pretended not to hear, but she was quite surprised. Zhao Jueyu didn't refute her at all, and just went along with what others said to praise her.

It didn't take Wang Qiufeng long to learn it.

Song Lingge and Zhao Jueyu continued their stroll, but they hadn't gone more than a few steps.

"Lingge's mom, do you want more shrimp tomorrow?"

"Yes, yes, yes! Haven't you seen my daughter is back?"

Zhao Jueyu responded warmly to the neighbors. Song Lingge, however, felt a little sad.

In her childhood memories, Zhao Jueyu was always a very fashionable person and also very beautiful.

Her maternal grandfather even gave her such an artistic name.

But at some point, her name changed to Lingge's mother.

In her past life, she herself had unknowingly become Xingxing's mother.

It seems that after having children, women gradually lose themselves.

Although Song Lingge never regretted having children, she regretted becoming like that.

Now that she has a new opportunity, she will never repeat the same mistakes, and she will take Zhao Jueyu with her.

Seeing that Song Lingge hadn't said anything, Zhao Jueyu started a conversation.

"Why are you being so sweet-talking today? Look how happy you've made your Aunt Wang."

"Who doesn't like to be praised? Saying a few nice words makes everyone happy, isn't that a win-win situation!"

"Why are you talking so mercenaryly? Mom knows you young people don't like going out with adults, you'd rather stay at home, right?"

"No, I like coming out with you. I'll go home every week from now on, okay?"

Song Lingge's eyes sparkled, and seeing that she didn't seem to be lying, Zhao Jueyu nodded happily.

But I still asked a question in return.

"Are you really willing? Or were you forced?"

Song Lingge took her hand, rested her head on her shoulder, and said coquettishly, "Mom~ of course I'm not forcing you. Who can force me? I'm willing, absolutely certain, and definitely want to be with you."

Zhao Jueyu gently rested his head on Song Lingge's head and chuckled, "Why are you such a different person since you came back this time?"

Song Lingge gave a slightly awkward smile.

Zhao Jueyu didn't seem to mind and said, "Although we're all relatives, you should still be careful in front of your aunt to avoid causing any unnecessary trouble."

Seemingly worried that Song Lingge might get impatient, he added, "But today, you handled it better than Mom. My daughter is so smart, she'll definitely understand it right away."

Song Lingge felt that everyone said she was like a different person, but she also felt that many people were like different people after being reborn.

Perhaps she was just too carefree in her past life and didn't notice anything.

In the past, Zhao Jueyu was concerned about his image and liked to flatter outsiders, while suppressing his family members, especially Song Lingge.

Gradually, she became insecure and sensitive, and liked to use a cool and quiet demeanor to hide her vulnerability.

Over time, outsiders came to perceive Song Lingge as arrogant, aloof, and difficult to approach.

After getting married, especially after having a daughter, Song Lingge suddenly began to understand Zhao Jueyu.

Zhao Jueyu simply needs a sense of validation. The man in her family has left her feeling deprived of so much, and she hasn't received any positive feedback from her only daughter either.

Therefore, she unconsciously tries to please others in order to gain recognition and soothe her already wounded heart, which she is unaware of.

Song Lingge took Zhao Jueyu's hand and they intertwined their fingers.

"Okay, I'll listen to Mom. You and I were both raised by your maternal grandparents, so our genes must be excellent."

She mentioned her maternal grandparents in an attempt to ease the tension between Zhao Jueyu and them.

In her past life, Zhao Jueyu married Song Jianping, breaking the hearts of her parents.

In fact, Zhao Jueyu cared about them a lot. Even though he would be scolded every time he went back, he still went back to visit them often.

Until one time, a heated argument angered Zhao Zhangguo so much that he was taken to the hospital.

From then on, in order to avoid this situation, Zhao Jueyu reduced the number of times he went back to visit.

However, Zhao Zhangguo and his wife felt that their daughter was beyond saving.

If both sides could sit down and communicate properly, things wouldn't have escalated to this point.

But people in that era always liked to keep things to themselves and were unwilling to reveal their true feelings.

Until their grandparents passed away, neither side was able to express their feelings, and they left with regrets.

Song Lingge felt Zhao Jueyu's palms were slightly sweaty, and said with a smile, "Next time I'll go to Grandpa's house with you. We can have a good chat like today."

Unexpectedly, Zhao Jueyu did not refute, but nodded heavily.

Unconsciously, she arrived at the intersection ahead—Baoyu Road. Song Lingge thought of someone.

She wanted to go inside and take a look, but she didn't expect to run into him.

"But we can't go over there now, it's getting late, we should head back!"

Song Lingge nodded and happily took Zhao Jueyu home.

After chatting tonight, she felt closer to Zhao Jueyu, a feeling she hadn't had in many years.

Upon reaching the door, they heard voices inside. The mother and daughter stopped simultaneously and listened intently.