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

Song Lingge said she gave him two choices, but these choices were completely forced upon him, and Song Jianping could not choose either of them.

Not only can't she choose, but she also has to stop Song Lingge from going.

Song Jianping couldn't guarantee what kind of trouble Zhou Songmei and Nie Ergou would cause if they were pushed to the limit.

He couldn't afford to gamble.

"Lingge, stop making a scene. Can't this matter just be left like this?" Song Jianping was in the wrong, but he still wanted to put on the airs of a father.

Song Lingge met Song Jianping's angry glare head-on and said firmly, "No."

Song Jianping's lips twitched uncontrollably with anger. He wondered who Song Lingge took after for her stubborn and opinionated nature.

“Dad, that’s our house. I’ve never even lived there for a single day. I’m not happy that they’ve been living there for so long for nothing.”

“Nie Ergou is my childhood friend. Although Zhou Songmei has nothing to do with us, she is your mother’s goddaughter. They are having financial difficulties, so it is only right to help them.”

How could Song Jianping have the nerve to say such a thing? His shamelessness was beyond Song Lingge's comprehension.

Song Lingge pointed at herself, her eyes sparkling, and said to Song Jianping, word by word, "Me, go help them? Do you know how many things Zhou Songmei has done to hurt me? I must be crazy to help them."

"Dad, I don't understand you anymore. My mom recognized her as her goddaughter and not only that, she's been supporting her for over ten years. But all that kindness has resulted in such an ungrateful wretch. What? Does she expect me to continue supporting that ungrateful wretch even after my mom dies?"

"Dad, this isn't like you! I remember you used to be very vengeful, so why are you so tolerant of them? Or is there some secret between you and them, or did you do something shady together?"

"Snapped--"

By the end, Song Lingge was practically screaming at the top of her lungs.

Then he received a resounding slap.

Song Lingge's cheeks immediately turned red, and four bright red finger marks were clearly imprinted on them.

The room fell silent instantly.

There was no sound at all.

That slap really hit hard! And it really hurt!

Song Lingge felt at ease, though Song Jianping had severed her last vestige of fatherly affection for him.

When Song Jianping appeared at school last Monday, Song Lingge was touched, thinking that he had come over after receiving a call from Yu Shaofen.

From this, it seems that Song Jianping still cares about her to some extent.

But they were quickly proven wrong, because Yu Dezhi had also made a phone call.

Song Lingge clearly remembers the bitter smile that appeared on her face at that time.

Even though she was Song Jianping's biological daughter and his only daughter, she still amounted to nothing and couldn't even compare to Song Jianping's empty reputation.

Later, even after Song Jianping learned about what Zhou Songmei had done, he was still able to dismiss it without any real concern.

So what about Song Lingge, who was innocently implicated countless times because of their grudges?

What about Zhao Jueyu, who lost his life because of this?

A single tear slid down Song Lingge's cheek, washing away the last vestige of her illusions about Song Jianping.

Seeing Song Lingge's tears, Song Jianping realized he had gone too far.

But he had no other choice.

If Song Lingge continues to do as she pleases, it will have too much of an impact on him; he can only take precautions.

Song Jianping reached out to rub Song Lingge's hands, but Song Lingge stepped back to avoid it.

His hand hung in mid-air, and he had no choice but to awkwardly withdraw it.

After thinking for a moment, Song Jianping decided to appease Song Lingge in order to prevent the situation from escalating further.

"Lingge, Dad didn't mean it. He didn't hit you on purpose. There are some things I didn't want to say, but it seems I can't hide them anymore, so I'll tell you everything!"

Song Jianping pointed to the sofa, indicating that Song Lingge should sit down, and then found a seat for himself.

Not knowing what Song Jianping was going to say, Song Lingge naturally couldn't estimate the duration. To make herself more comfortable, she chose to accept Song Jianping's suggestion, but opted to sit on the sofa furthest away from him.

How far can it be from inside a room?

Seeing that her attitude had softened, Song Jianping decided not to pursue the matter further.

"More than ten years ago, you fell seriously ill, covered in red rashes that wouldn't heal no matter what treatment you received. You were completely listless, and it felt like you were about to die..."

"So your mother and I followed the advice of a master and sponsored a little girl your age to do good deeds for you."

Song Jianping had mentioned this matter when they were in school, but Song Lingge didn't take it seriously at the time, thinking it was just a plausible excuse Song Jianping used to protect his reputation.

It's just unclear what his purpose is in bringing this up again now.

Song Lingge, please continue listening.

“After we started sponsoring her, miraculously, your condition gradually improved. Your mother and I both felt that the girl had transferred your illness; she was your lucky star. So we continued to sponsor her.”

......

Song Lingge was speechless, her forehead etched with an ellipsis.

She finally understood Song Jianping's deeper meaning.

It seems that neither force nor reasoning worked, so they resorted to metaphysics.

Did Song Jianping intend to portray Zhou Songmei as Song Lingge's lucky star, saving her life?

Thank you so much! Song Lingge couldn't help but mentally complain a thousand times.

It's quite remarkable that Song Jianping could come up with such a solution.

“You may not remember things from your childhood, but you can think about it: from junior high to high school to college, you’ve always grown up smoothly.”

......

Judging from Song Jianping's words, Song Lingge should thank Zhou Songmei, who protected her and helped her grow up smoothly.

It's truly unbelievable that Song Jianping, an atheist, could fabricate such a joke.

Song Lingge was no longer angry; she really wasn't angry anymore.

Instead, I was amused.

Seeing Song Lingge's smile, Song Jianping felt it was an eyesore. He pretended to be angry and said, "You don't understand the hearts of parents. When medicine can't solve the problem, they will believe in metaphysics. Whether you believe it or not, it's true. It is because of this that your illness was cured, and you were able to grow up healthily and peacefully for the next ten years."

Is this another attempt to manipulate Song Lingge using family ties?

Song Lingge laughed for a while, until she saw Song Jianping's face turn red and he was about to get angry before she spoke.

"Dad, have you forgotten that I grew up almost entirely at my maternal grandparents' house? Instead of attributing my healthy and safe upbringing to some mystical force, why don't you consider that my maternal grandparents are the real heroes?"

"As for Zhou Songmei, is she my lucky star? She's more like my jinx. If I weren't so lucky, she would have killed me every time she messed with me."