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

No one made a sound, including Vic Chou.

Even if he didn't understand the tension between adults, he could still sense that it was different from usual.

Zhou Songmei followed behind Song Jianping, feeling a sense of relief.

She had leverage over Song Jianping, so she wasn't worried that he wouldn't agree to her request.

Similarly, she knew very well where Song Jianping's bottom line was.

As long as one doesn't cross that line, one can do whatever one wants and take whatever one desires.

Song Jianping did not take them to the principal's office, but instead took them to the teachers' dormitory.

It's class time now, and the teachers' dormitory is quieter than the teaching building, making it a good place for conversation.

Song Jianping put Zizai on the sofa and gave him a bag of Sachima, but did not open it for him as usual.

Seeing this, Zhou Songmei knew that Song Jianping still harbored resentment, so she came over and peeled one for Zizai, and then took one for herself and opened it to eat.

To save money, the mother and son didn't eat breakfast that morning.

Let alone the children, she herself was extremely hungry.

Song Jianping closed the door and came over to see Zhou Songmei and Zizai wolfing down their food. He felt a sense of reaping what he sowed.

He had treated them both with utmost sincerity and care.

But reality is always heartbreaking; the damage they caused him can never be made up for.

Song Jianping walked to a single seat and sat down, glancing at Zhou Songmei: "What are you doing here again?"

Zhou Songmei quickly stuffed the last bite of sachima into her mouth, then wiped her mouth and swallowed it forcefully.

"dad--"

Upon hearing this address, Song Jianping's sharp gaze swept over her, and Zhou Songmei immediately fell silent, only speaking after a long while.

“We’re truly at our wits’ end. He’s in jail, there’s no one to help with the kids, and I can’t go to work. We have absolutely no money left. Could you… could you…”

Zhou Songmei now realizes the difficulty of asking for money.

It was at this moment that she realized how tolerant Song Jianping had been of her in the past.

But she was also innocent. If she had a choice, she would also wish to be Song Jianping's daughter, not Nie Ergou's daughter.

Song Jianping was speechless. How could she have the nerve to ask him for money?

But considering that the two of them shared the same secret, she refrained from speaking: "You don't ask the child's father for money, you don't try to earn money yourself, but you come to me and keep saying you're desperate. What? Am I Guanyin, obligated to save all sentient beings?"

The sarcastic remarks made Zhou Songmei feel very embarrassed, but also relieved.

Song Jianping's attitude is better than ignoring the mother and son.

After finishing one, Zizai picked up another, but didn't tear open the packaging for a long time.

So Zhou Songmei took it and said as she opened it, "For me and Zizai, you are..."

This compliment came out of nowhere.

Looking at Zizai's eating habits, Song Jianping asked, "Didn't you eat breakfast?"

Zhou Songmei nodded and said with a wry smile, "During this period, we've been saving money wherever we can, sometimes we don't even have a proper meal."

Zhou Songmei attempted to evoke Song Jianping's pity by appearing pitiful.

But for some reason, seeing her like this, Song Jianping felt not sympathy for her plight, but rather a sense of relief.

I'm so glad she's not my biological daughter, and so glad my daughter is Song Lingge.

Zhou Songmei used to be a good student with excellent character and academic performance, so he had high hopes for her.

After all, no parent doesn't hope their daughter will succeed.

He doted on Zhou Songmei more than his two daughters.

The reason was that he felt Zhou Songmei, like him, came from a poor family, unlike Song Lingge who grew up in a highly educated family like her maternal grandparents.

There is still a difference between the palm and the back of the hand.

After the truth came out, he suddenly realized that Zhou Songmei was actually the child of a rat, so she didn't have those excellent genes.

Without his protection, they couldn't even make a living.

On the contrary, Song Lingge can still live a very dazzling life even without him.

Even his school colleagues and former neighbors privately praised him for raising such a wonderful daughter.

Song Lingge inherited his excellence.

Thinking of this, Song Jianping felt a surge of pride.

Perhaps his only regret is that he has also made mistakes, but he doesn't think it's his fault; he only blames the swindler.

Song Jianping's brows furrowed involuntarily, because of Zhou Songmei, Song Lingge no longer respected him as her father.

When Zhou Songmei told him last time that Song Lingge was scheming, he didn't disbelieve her.

He just felt that being cunning wasn't necessarily a bad thing, as long as his daughter didn't use those thoughts on him.

Later, when Song Lingge came over, he realized that she regarded him and Zhou Songmei as the same kind of people. He felt guilty and disheartened, and thought about taking action to end it all.

However, now, a cold sweat broke out on his back, and he was glad that he hadn't done that.

Ultimately, Song Lingge and he share an indelible bond of kinship that Zhou Songmei cannot replace.

This woman, for her own benefit, is willing to repeatedly sow discord between her biological father and daughter.

If it weren't for Zhou Songmei, he wouldn't have ignored Song Lingge so much.

Since Song Lingge is so sentimental, she naturally wouldn't distance herself from him.

With this realization, Song Jianping suddenly became alert, realizing that Zhou Songmei was still using him even now.

He felt extremely sick.

At this moment, Zhou Songmei also noticed that Song Jianping's reaction was not quite right.

Logically speaking, one shouldn't show such disgust upon hearing about someone else's tragic experience.

Zhou Songmei didn't know what she had said wrong, but she wisely kept quiet.

Song Jianping picked up his thermos without answering and began drinking tea.

Just then, Zizai came over and said in his childish voice, "Grandpa, I want to drink water too."

Song Jianping didn't even glance at him and continued blowing bubbles.

Ignored, Zizai assumed Song Jianping hadn't heard him and reached out to tug at his sleeve again.

Song Jianping was suddenly pulled, causing him to sway and spill the tea in his cup.

This tea was brewed not long ago and is very hot.

Scalded by the tea, Song Jianping couldn't help but yell, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Zizai was close by and got scalded by the splashed tea. Song Jianping's shouting frightened him, so he burst into tears.

Zhou Songmei panicked and quickly came over to hug the child.

She had been watching Song Jianping and Zizai closely, hoping that her son would gain Song Jianping's sympathy.

Who knew this man would turn on you so easily?

"Cry, cry, cry! All you do is cry! It's so annoying! If you want to cry, go outside and cry!" Song Jianping's hand was scalded red. He got up and yelled as he ran to the tap to rinse it with cold water.

Even a grown man like him can't stand the pain, let alone a little kid like Zizai.

Zhou Songmei finally showed some motherly demeanor and couldn't help but yell, "He's so young, what does he know? Why are you yelling at him?"