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

With the matter of the downtown shop settled, Song Lingge finally had a weight lifted from her mind.

In her previous life, she only learned about the large sum of money in the will after Zhao Zhangguo and Lin Xiuzhi passed away, but Song Jianping and Fang Guanghua had already squandered it all.

Neither she nor Zhao Jueyu actually received any benefits.

In this second life, because of her transformation, Zhao Zhangguo and Lin Xiuzhi willingly handed over their assets to her ahead of time, so that she could strive and make her own way.

Song Lingge felt indebted, whether in her past life or this one.

I'd rather be a little more tired myself so I can go home and spend more time with my parents.

"Aunt, I'll have to trouble you and Lao Zhang with the renovations from now on. I have something to do and need to go back first." Song Lingge did what she thought of.

She used to be a serious procrastinator, but now that she realizes how quickly time flies, she doesn't want to waste a single second.

"Okay, let's stay here a little longer and go look at the house later. You can go now if you need to. Call me if it's urgent."

She rushed as fast as she could, keeping track of the time, so Song Lingge didn't get home too late.

"Grandma, has Nansheng called?" Song Lingge shouted as she was still changing her shoes in the entryway.

Zhao Zhangguo and Lin Xiuzhi were playing Ludo in the tea room.

Zhao Zhangguo's hobby is Go, but Lin Xiuzhi doesn't like it. She says she's used her brain all her life and now that she's old, she wants to relax and doesn't like games that require too much brainpower.

So when Zhao Zhangguo had no chess partners, he could only play against himself with both hands, while Lin Xiuzhi could only watch TV to pass the time.

Song Lingge then gave them a set of Ludo.

Although it requires some brainpower, it's very fun, which is why Lin Xiuzhi likes it so much.

Zhao Zhangguo then complied with his beloved wife's wishes and agreed to play these little games with her.

“I called him. I called him at noon. I told him you had to go out, but you would be back today. He said he would call back later.”

Lin Xiuzhi, wearing her reading glasses, was pondering her next step.

Song Lingge walked over, leaned against the back of the chair, and helped her take a step.

Zhao Zhangguo immediately shouted, "Two people against one, that won't do!"

Lin Xiuzhi retorted indignantly, "You old geezer, my granddaughter couldn't stand you bullying me, so she stepped in to help me, and you start whining?"

"When did I bully you? Lin Xiuzhi, ask yourself honestly, how many times have I given in to you in just this short time?"

Lin Xiuzhi suddenly wiped the chessboard with her hand and said angrily, "Oh, you're so petty. I'm not playing anymore."

This is her usual tactic; she does it whenever she's about to lose.

Zhao Zhangguo shook his head helplessly and silently repeated three times in his heart, "My wife is my own."

Song Lingge found it amusing, feeling that even the bickering between an old married couple was lively and interesting.

"Wash your hands when you're done playing. I bought you some delicious chestnut cake from that shop."

"The one on East Street?"

Song Lingge nodded: "I saw you buy it several times, and since I knew you liked it, I brought it back today since I happened to be passing by there."

It's because I care about them that I always think about what they like to eat.

“Your grandfather especially loves that place’s. It’s not too sweet, but it’s delicate and melts in your mouth.” After washing her hands, Lin Xiuzhi went to the kitchen, took a small plate, filled it with a few pieces of chestnut cake, and brought it to the tea room.

"Don't eat too much, chestnut cake is still hard to swallow."

Because older people often have poor digestion, Song Lingge now pays extra attention to their health.

“Speaking of chestnuts, when you went back to school, bring Jianmei a box too. I saw that she especially liked the chestnuts in the chestnut stewed chicken during the Chinese New Year,” Lin Xiuzhi said.

Although Song Jianmei felt uncomfortable in the Zhao family, the two elders of the Zhao family were always very kind to her.

This is something Song Jianping couldn't possibly obtain even if he begged for it.

Speaking of Song Jianping, Song Lingge realized that she had been too busy lately and had no time to pay attention to him at all, not even making a phone call.

However, her father didn't seem to remember her either.

"I don't know what my dad has been up to lately. I've been too busy to visit Hele Manor."

Upon hearing this, Lin Xiuzhi paused for a moment, feeling as if she had forgotten something.

"Grandma, what's wrong?" Song Lingge asked.

Lin Xiuzhi waved her hand and said apologetically, "I'm getting old and my memory isn't what it used to be. I always feel like something's wrong, but I can't remember what it is."

Song Lingge poured her a cup of hot water and said with a smile, "I'm not often forgetful, but it's like looking for something. When you're looking for it, it hides, but when you stop looking for it, it comes out on its own."

Song Lingge's words of comfort did not ease Lin Xiuzhi's emotions; she instinctively felt that she had forgotten something very important.

So he called out towards the tea room, "Old man, did I mention anything to you?"

Zhao Zhangguo was holding a piece of chestnut cake and studying a chess game. He stopped when he heard Lin Xiuzhi calling him.

"What did you mention?"

Lin Xiuzhi pursed her lips, walked over, and messed up the chess pieces he had just set up.

"Lingge finally came back, and all you do is play this game of chess."

Zhao Zhangguo wasn't angry. He figured he could just fix it later; appeasing his wife was the most important thing right now.

He chuckled and said, "Okay, okay, I was wrong. What did you just ask?"

You can't hit someone who's smiling, so even Lin Xiuzhi's temper had calmed down by half. She patiently said, "Lingge just said she hasn't been back to Hele Manor for a long time. My mind skipped a beat, and I felt like I'd forgotten something. Did I mention anything to you?"

Zhao Zhangguo pulled a small notebook from the bookshelf and flipped through it: "Oh, it should be this. Grandpa Sun called once and said that Zhou Songmei went to Hele Manor again."

Lin Xiuzhi slapped her thigh: "That's right, that's the thing. Look at my memory."

Song Lingge also became interested. She thought that after kicking Zhou Songmei and the others out, there would be no more news about Hele Manor.

Unexpectedly, there was a follow-up.

"When was the call made?" Song Lingge moved closer to Zhao Zhangguo, wanting to see that magical little book.

"Thursday." Zhao Zhangguo glanced at the note, noticed Song Lingge peeking, and quickly closed the notebook.

This was his little secret; what he feared most was Lin Xiuzhi suddenly asking him something. A bad memory is worse than a good pen, and he was afraid of forgetting, so it was better to write it down.

Last Thursday, around the time Chen Sangde's case was closed.

Why did Zhou Songmei go to see Song Jianping? Did she still expect Song Jianping to help Nie Ergou?

Song Jianping was just a middle school principal, but Zhou Songmei really treated him like an omnipotent big shot?

"Looks like I'll have to make a trip to Hele Manor tomorrow to visit my father."

Zhao Zhangguo and Lin Xiuzhi's expressions turned serious. Their good mood vanished instantly at the mere mention of Song Jianping.

“Even though he’s your father, you still can’t let your guard down,” Lin Xiuzhi advised.