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

"Meimei, Lingge has come to see you."

Li Meimei lay on her side on the hospital bed, with her back to the door of the ward.

As soon as Fang Guanghua entered the room, he quickly went around to the opposite side to call Li Meimei.

With Fang Guanghua's help, Li Meimei turned around and lay half-reclined on the hospital bed.

His face was pale, even his lips were bloodless, and he had no energy or spirit at all, looking just like a walking corpse.

Although Li Meimei is very young, the fact that she suffered two miscarriages in such a short period of time has caused indelible damage to her mental and physical health.

Song Lingge felt a pang of pity, and her eyes instantly reddened.

Seeing the grief on Song Lingge's face, Li Meimei's eyes flickered slightly, adding a touch of life to them.

She reached out her trembling hand to Song Lingge.

Song Lingge quickly stepped forward and took her hand.

"Meimei." His voice choked with emotion, and he could only murmur her name.

Two former best friends, at this moment, put aside their past grievances and experience a unique resonance between kindred spirits.

The atmosphere in the ward was desolate, with only faint sobs.

Although Song Jianping was not a good person, he was exceptional at handling affairs.

Even in this environment, he was able to maintain a sorrowful expression, leaving no room for criticism.

In contrast, there was Fang Guanghua.

This person is truly beyond words. Li Meimei is, after all, his wife, but when he saw this scene, he couldn't even muster the slightest bit of empathy, let alone show any grief.

Song Jianping couldn't stand it anymore and patted Song Lingge on the shoulder.

"Don't let your classmate keep crying, she just... it's not good for her health to keep crying."

Upon hearing this, Song Lingge took out a tissue and handed it to Li Meimei.

Li Meimei took it, blew her nose, glanced at Song Jianping apologetically, and then looked at Song Lingge and asked, "I'm sorry you had to see this."

Song Lingge's heart skipped a beat, and she regained her composure.

She subtly retreated to a position next to Song Jianping, becoming polite yet distant without making a sound.

"I came with my dad to get medicine and ran into Fang Guanghua. That's how I heard about you, so I came to visit. I'm sorry I didn't bring any gift!"

Song Jianping took out a ten-yuan note from his pocket and quietly handed it to Song Lingge.

This is a custom in Nanzhou City; people also prepare some money as a gift when visiting someone in the sick.

Song Lingge knew about this custom, but she didn't intend to give it to Fang Guanghua in the first place. She knew that Fang Guanghua would never be able to get a single penny from her in any way in his life.

But now, Song Jianping has already handed the money over.

So she stuffed the money into Li Meimei's hand.

"Meimei, take good care of yourself. We'll be leaving now; we need to go back and brew medicine for my dad."

This is a hospital ward; it doesn't seem right to leave people here.

Li Meimei suddenly sat up straight, as if drawn from some unknown source of strength.

His gaze was sincere and direct: "Lingge, after I'm discharged from the hospital, come to my house to play, okay?"

Song Lingge wasn't sure what she was thinking, so she could only say perfunctorily, "We'll talk about it later, see if we have time."

He neither agreed nor refused.

Li Meimei didn't know what else to say, so she said goodbye to the Song family father and daughter.

After descending to the second floor, Song Lingge suddenly smiled and said, "You're really strange. Just now upstairs you kept telling me not to associate too much with those two classmates, but then you offered them money. Now you're not saying anything at all."

Song Jianping smiled and shook his head. This daughter of his was really simple-minded and didn't understand anything.

So he became unusually interested and patiently explained, "Judging from your attitude towards them in the ward just now, you can tell they are just ordinary classmates, or even a bit colder. Would it be superfluous for me to remind you of anything? As for the gift money, it's basic courtesy, and we can't be impolite."

Song Lingge nodded, pretending to be enlightened.

Song Jianping added, "Don't think I'm being long-winded. I'll say it again: if you can avoid contact, then don't. Neither of them is easy to deal with."

Song Lingge nodded; this was genuine, and the father and daughter had reached a rare consensus.

Song Jianping glanced at his watch, and his expression suddenly turned cold again.

This speed of changing face is truly amazing.

Song Lingge felt a little uneasy, but pretended not to know anything.

Song Jianping asked coldly, "You didn't come to the hospital for them, so what are you doing here?"

He's a shrewd and calculating person who's spent half his life scheming; he noticed something was wrong so quickly.

However, Song Lingge was several years older than her father in both her previous lives, so she was more than capable of handling such a small situation.

She stuck out her tongue shyly, trying her best to look cute.

"You found out?"

These words immediately changed Song Jianping's expression.

Song Lingge felt a chill run down her spine. She paused briefly before continuing, "Of course I didn't come to the hospital to visit them."

These words really piqued Song Jianping's interest.

His face was so gloomy that it looked as if he wanted to strangle Song Lingge, just waiting for her to finish explaining everything.

Song Lingge stomped her foot and said in a coquettish tone, "Fine, I'll tell you the truth. It's Zhang Xiuxiu, you know, my roommate!"

Song Jianping patiently listened to her continue. He had seen Zhang Xiuxiu before, but he couldn't remember what she looked like. However, he had a vague impression of her.

"Her toothache flared up, so I took her to the hospital. I saw you while registering, so I went to look for you. Who knew we'd run into those two people by chance? Of course, I wasn't going to miss out on a chance to watch the show, so..."

It turned out he wanted to see gossip, which eased Song Jianping's expression considerably.

"Zhang Xiuxiu, right? It's really wrong of you to leave everyone else behind and go watch the commotion. I'm free now, so I'll go with you to explain things!"

Song Jianping wasn't being that kind; he just still had some reservations.

Song Lingge inwardly sneered.

"Lingge!"

At this moment, Yu Shaofen saw Song Lingge from a distance and waved to her.

"Dad, that's my other roommate, Yu Shaofen. You've met her before!"

After saying that, Song Lingge pulled Song Jianping toward Yu Shaofen.

Upon seeing Song Lingge, Yu Shaofen couldn't help but berate her, "Where have you been? Xiuxiu is in so much pain, and I can't leave her alone. I can only come to the lobby every now and then to check if you're there. If you don't show up soon, I'm going to call the police."

Song Lingge took her hand and begged for forgiveness: "Shaofen, I was wrong. I just saw my dad and went to find him. But you're exaggerating. You haven't been missing for more than 24 hours. The police won't take your case."

Yu Shaofen gave her a reproachful glare; this was how good friends should interact.

"Hello, Uncle Song." Yu Shaofen greeted him politely.

It seems that the situation is indeed as Song Lingge said; this child is not cunning at all.

Song Jianping lowered his guard and took out two more ten-yuan bills from his pocket, handing them to Song Lingge.

"I'm going home now. You can treat your roommates to dinner tonight, as if it's your dad treating you."