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

“You’ve changed. You suddenly changed last year.”

Song Lingge raised her eyes, trying to figure out Song Jianping's intention in saying that.

Yes, she has indeed changed; even Song Jianping has timed things perfectly.

She was reborn last year.

If things weren't developing in such a favorable direction, Song Lingge would have even suspected that Song Jianping had also been reborn.

"What have I changed? Where have I changed?" Song Lingge followed his words.

I want to see what other surprising things Song Jianping can say.

While Song Lingge was sizing up Song Jianping, Song Jianping was also sizing her up.

"I can't quite put my finger on it, but you give off a different vibe. You weren't this aggressive before."

Song Lingge chuckled and said disdainfully, "Dad, you say I'm aggressive, but have you seen how Zhou Songmei treats me?"

“Let’s not mention her. She’s someone we have no connection with.” Song Jianping didn’t want to bring up Zhou Songmei, because it would remind him of the years he was made a fool of.

Song Jianping doesn't trust Song Lingge, but that doesn't mean he'll change his attitude towards Zhou Songmei.

Neither of these two people are good people; he doesn't trust either of them.

But how could Song Lingge possibly comply with his wishes? Moreover, their conversation could not possibly avoid mentioning Zhou Songmei.

Their lives have been intertwined with her, so how could they expect the conversations to avoid mentioning her?

"Can we really pretend it's nothing?" After saying this, Song Lingge stopped looking at Song Jianping and turned to look out the window.

She didn't care whether Song Jianping really thought that way.

But she couldn't possibly think that way, because between Zhou Songmei and her, there was still Zhao Jueyu's life hanging in the balance.

Until the truth comes to light, Zhou Songmei is her eternal enemy.

For a long time, neither the father nor the daughter spoke.

Song Lingge looked away from Song Jianping, who was still in a daze, and suddenly asked, "Dad, how exactly did Mom fall down?"

Song Jianping had been lost in thought, and when he heard the question, he panicked for a moment.

However, he quickly calmed down and said in a deep voice, "Didn't I say your mother's death was an accident? Why are you bringing it up again?"

Song Lingge got up and walked to the front of the study. Looking at the bay window there, she said, "I just can't figure it out. Look how high that railing is. My mom is such a careful and meticulous person. How could she fall down so carelessly while cleaning the window?"

Song Jianping clearly didn't want to dwell on this topic any longer.

He ran to the kitchen, poured himself a glass of water, and then took out a teacup and washed it again and again.

Song Lingge thought of a saying that goes, "When people feel guilty, they tend to be unusually busy." It perfectly described Song Jianping's current state.

"Dad, were you and Mom the only ones cleaning that day?" Song Lingge asked again.

The sound of cups clinking came from the kitchen, but Song Jianping remained silent.

Song Lingge simply walked to the kitchen door and asked again; Song Jianping could no longer pretend not to hear her.

Song Jianping slammed his teacup down heavily: "Your mother's passing was sudden. It's not just you who are saddened; I'm also deeply grieved. But the deceased is gone. Why keep dwelling on the past?"

"I was afraid my mother wouldn't be able to rest easy after her passing," Song Lingge said.

"What is your mother worried about? Don't be so conspiratorial. It was just an accident. Nobody wanted it to happen."

"Was Zhou Songmei there that day too?" Song Lingge didn't want to listen to Song Jianping's sophistry anymore, so she simply asked the question that had been on her mind for a long time.

Upon hearing this, Song Jianping's lips trembled slightly as he stared at Song Lingge in disbelief.

Now he truly believes that Song Lingge is indeed as Zhou Songmei said; she is not a naive and innocent girl, and she may know much more than he expected.

At this moment, he began to blame himself for underestimating his daughter and letting her down.

He didn't know how to respond in a way that would seem reasonable.

He wasn't sure how much Song Lingge knew, and giving random answers might lead to her being tricked into revealing information, or he might appear like a clown to others.

“When you were working in the countryside in Yuning County, Zhou Songmei thought she was your illegitimate daughter. I guess you thought so too back then, right? You just didn’t expect that her mother and Nie Ergou had gotten together at some point and had Zhou Songmei.”

"..." Song Jianping returned to the living room, sat down on the sofa, wanted to say something but ultimately remained silent.

Song Lingge sat down on the separate sofa.

"When you were little, you probably used the same excuses you used at school to trick my mom into agreeing to sponsor Zhou Songmei, right? You thought Zhou Songmei was really your daughter, so you used this method to support her, didn't you?"

"Where did you hear all this from?"

“You don’t care where I know this from, just tell me if it’s true or not,” Song Lingge said, looking directly at Song Jianping.

It must be said that the daughter resembles her father; the two are very similar.

Song Jianping stopped replying. What Song Lingge said was true, and he didn't know how to explain it to her.

Rather than caring about Song Lingge's feelings, he felt like a clown once again.

It turns out that not only Zhou Yuhong, Nie Ergou, and Zhou Songmei were making a fool of him, but also his own daughter, whom he had always thought was innocent and naive.

Perhaps his deceased wife, Zhao Jueyu, also knew about this; otherwise, how would Song Lingge have found out?

So, everyone knew, but no one told him.

He crawls through the world like a large, green-haired tortoise.

They thought they were so proud of themselves, but it turned out to be a complete joke.

Song Jianping's silence was deafening; his silence at this moment meant he tacitly agreed with everything Song Lingge had said.

"Actually, I've always found it strange. You know Zhou Songmei has been deceiving you for so long. I always thought that, given your personality, you would never let her and Nie Ergou off the hook. But this time, why did you choose to move into the school dormitory yourself rather than kick them out?"

Song Jianping's eyes twitched slightly.

Song Lingge continued, "Like this time, even though they've already had a falling out at school and I've kicked them out, Zhou Songmei still came to you for help when Nie Ergou got into trouble. What is she relying on? If she were your illegitimate daughter before, it would be understandable for you to help her, but the facts are clear: she isn't. In fact, both her mother and father betrayed you. How can she have the nerve to come back to you for help?"

After Song Lingge finished speaking, she kept staring at Song Jianping.

This was her question, and only Song Jianping could answer it.

She was gambling, using her status as Song Jianping's only daughter to plead for the truth from him.

Song Jianping lowered his eyes and pondered for a long time before raising his head to meet Song Lingge's gaze.

His voice was hoarse and cold: "What do you want to know? Do you want me to say that your mother was pushed down by Zhou Songmei? Well, I can tell you for sure now, your mother was not pushed down by her."