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

Not long after Song Lingge and the others returned to the Zhao family, Song Jianping called.

"Lingge, I didn't wait for you to wake up at the hospital, you won't blame me, will you? You know my relationship with your grandparents, I really..."

Song Jianping was telling the truth.

Zhao Zhangguo and Lin Xiuzhi never liked him, and after Zhao Jueyu's death, their feelings towards him became even more distant.

The last time we met was at Zhao Jueyu's funeral.

The two elderly people were able to tolerate being in the same place as him entirely out of consideration for the deceased, wanting their only daughter to pass away peacefully.

However, the two sides have had no contact since then.

Song Lingge knew he was afraid to see his parents, but she wouldn't sympathize with him.

It was all Song Jianping's own fault.

However, Song Lingge still managed to smooth things over on the surface: "Dad, I understand, you don't need to say anything. And today, thank you for taking me to the hospital."

"You silly child, it's what I should do, no need to thank me. By the way, about our chat..."

"Dad, my head hurts a lot, and I can't remember anything right now. The doctor also told me to rest. I argued with you for a long time today, and it was my fault. Please don't be angry."

"Okay, you should rest first, we can talk about it later."

After hanging up the phone, Song Lingge felt that Song Jianping's call wasn't out of concern for her, but rather to gather information.

Even the timing of the call seemed to suggest that Song Jianping knew when they would be home, which was why he called specifically.

Could it be that Song Jianping didn't go home, but watched them leave from the hospital?

Song Lingge wouldn't be so narcissistic as to think that Song Jianping's actions were a sign of their deep father-daughter affection.

All of this suggests that there was a problem with the conversation.

Under Song Lingge's provocation, Song Jianping said something he shouldn't have, which is why Song Lingge kept asking him about it afterwards.

Of all his previous statements, the one about accidentally pushing someone down was the most explosive.

Could this really be the truth?

If Zhao Jueyu was really pushed by Song Jianping, what should Song Lingge do?

Once this idea took root in Song Lingge's mind like a seed, she found that everything seemed to make sense.

Song Jianping's indulgence and compromise with Zhou Songmei must be because Zhou Songmei had some leverage over him.

If this incriminating evidence is that Zhou Songmei witnessed the entire process of him pushing the person...

Is that really the case?

Judging from Song Jianping's current reaction, he doesn't seem like someone who will have a change of heart and voluntarily turn himself in.

As for Zhou Songmei, Song Lingge subconsciously felt that she couldn't possibly be completely innocent.

In fact, Song Lingge would rather Zhou Songmei be the murderer than Song Jianping.

At this moment, she truly felt the aversion she felt towards the fact that Song Jianping was the real culprit.

That was her biological father. Could she really put aside her own family and avenge Zhao Jueyu herself when the facts were right in front of her?

Song Lingge had no way of knowing; perhaps only when that moment truly arrived would she know her choice.

Song Lingge did not intend to tell the two elders these speculations.

Although I promised them that I would not hide anything from them, no matter how small, when things actually happened, there were always too many things I could not do.

Song Lingge used the excuse of needing to rush back to school to leave without staying at home for long.

The following week was also not easy.

Besides preparing for the final exams, there was also Chen Sangde's funeral.

Chen Bingfeng must have already returned to Nanzhou.

In Song Lingge's memory from her previous life, Chen Bingfeng was a complete replica of Chen Sangde, an ignorant and incompetent hoodlum.

But this time, because of her involvement, Chen Bingfeng, this piece of rotten wood, was able to be sent to the army and handed over to the country for refinement before he ultimately became rotten wood.

I wonder what it will look like after almost a year.

I just hope Chen Bingfeng doesn't act too outrageously and cause trouble for Song Jianmei.

After dropping off her things at the school's teachers' apartment, Song Lingge immediately went to "Ailedi" (a karaoke bar).

From afar, one could see a group of people gathered at the entrance of "Ailedi" again, and faintly hear Zhang Xiuxiu arguing with someone.

Song Lingge frowned and hurried over.

Did they not consult the feng shui beforehand? I always felt that the location of this shop was a bit prone to attracting trouble.

"This is a legitimate place for singing and entertainment, don't talk nonsense," Zhang Xiuxiu said, her face flushed, to the group of blond-haired teenagers.

Song Lingge glanced around and saw that only Zhang Xiuxiu and Xiao Jiang were there, the two of them holding hands and confronting a few thugs.

“We’re here to have some fun, you know. We’re asking you to give us a demonstration and sing a song together. What’s so inappropriate about that?” A blond-haired guy grinned crookedly.

Song Lingge finally understood that these people were here to cause trouble.

When she first opened the karaoke bar, she wondered if it would attract some shady characters, but she figured it wouldn't be a problem since it was near a school.

"You can sing yourselves, we don't have any backup singers here. You've come to the wrong place." Facing the group of thugs, Zhang Xiuxiu's momentum weakened considerably, but she still boldly shielded Xiao Jiang behind her.

"You say we've come to the wrong place? Then tell me, where should we go? That's the right place!" one of the blond-haired men said, reaching out to touch Zhang Xiuxiu's face.

Seeing this, Song Lingge was about to step forward to stop her.

Before I even got close, I heard the blond-haired guy crying and begging for mercy.

A tall man blocked Zhang Xiuxiu's path, grabbed the blond-haired man's wrist, and twisted it backward, causing him to cry out in pain.

“If you cause any more trouble, you should go to the police station,” the man said calmly.

"No...no more fuss, please...let go!" The blond-haired man was in great pain and begged for mercy repeatedly. It seemed he had met a tough opponent.

The man didn't bully the weak; he let go of her hand and said, "Don't come here to cause trouble again."

The blond-haired boy was released and quickly ran away.

"Thank you, thank you so much!" Zhang Xiuxiu thanked the man, and Song Lingge noticed that her face turned even redder.

"You're welcome, we're just late." Song Jianmei walked over with her luggage. The man took the luggage without saying a word, but he kept smiling.

Zhang Xiuxiu and Xiao Jiang were both surprised, but Song Lingge seemed to remember something and stepped forward: "Cousin Feng!"

The man was Song Jianmei's son, Chen Bingfeng.

This is so different from the hoodlum in Song Lingge's memories of her previous life.

"Lingge?" Chen Bingfeng grinned and called out tentatively.

Song Jianmei showed him a photo of Song Lingge, but the photo didn't do her justice; she looked better in person, so he wasn't sure.

Song Lingge nodded: "I didn't expect you to arrive today. My aunt didn't tell me. I should have gone with her to pick you up!"

Song Jianmei laughed and said, "He's a grown man, why would we need to make such a fuss to pick him up?"

Even so, she arrived at the station early and waited anxiously for a long time.