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

Zizai cried even louder.

Although children may not understand what adults are arguing about, they can already read facial expressions.

For a moment, the small room was filled with the sounds of men and women arguing, as well as the fussy crying of a child.

The house felt even more cramped.

"Bang—" Song Jianping slammed the thermos bottle onto the ground with a loud thud.

Immediately, Zhou Songmei fell silent, and Zizai was so frightened that he forgot to cry.

Song Jianping sighed: "Is this why you came here today? Did you have to cause such a commotion?"

Zhou Songmei glanced at him sideways and muttered, "It's not like I'm the one causing trouble."

"What did you say?" Song Jianping didn't hear clearly, but judging from her expression, he knew it wasn't anything nice.

Zhou Songmei remained silent, after all, she had come to ask for money.

When Song Jianping saw that she was not speaking, his attitude softened.

The two people are mutually restraining each other. Once they've vented their anger, that's enough. Neither of them needs to push their luck any further.

“Zizai and I are starving to death. Your family’s grudges have nothing to do with me. Please help me out for a while longer, just consider it as a real donation to me, okay?” Zhou Songmei said bluntly.

Song Jianping looked her over carefully, wondering how she could say such things.

Although the donation is not intended to be reciprocated, why should someone like her be given such a donation?

His money didn't grow on trees, and he's willing to support his daughter and grandson. But why should he make sacrifices for someone he's not related to?

"The grudges of the previous generation have nothing to do with you, but don't tell me you didn't know. You and Nie Ergou have been lying to me for so many years, and you still expect me to contribute money and effort. Humph, you're just like your mother!"

Mentioning Zhou Yuhong, Zhou Songmei's eyes instantly welled up with tears.

From the day she learned about her origins, her heart was filled with contradictions.

On the one hand, she complained that Zhou Yuhong should not have given birth to her, since her biological father was such a despicable person, and she should have aborted her earlier.

But after all, it was she who brought him into this world and ensured that he grew up without lacking food or clothing.

She grew up in Qianxing Village and knows how devastating poverty can be.

Zhou Yuhong never made her suffer those hardships, so she had deep feelings for her.

She can complain about her, even scold her when she's angry, but others can't.

Zhou Songmei looked at Song Jianping and said calmly, "What's wrong with my mother? Don't you enjoy her gentleness, care, and obedience? What gives you the right to criticize her now? Isn't Nie Ergou your friend? Did you bring him to Qianxing Village? What do you expect my mother, such a timid woman, to do?"

Zhou Songmei understood Song Jianping's resentment, but she also felt sorry for Zhou Yuhong.

Faced with such a situation, what could an orphan girl like her do?

Ultimately, it was all the men's fault, so why should a weak woman take the blame?

Zhou Songmei's words made sense, but Song Jianping wouldn't listen.

Are you expecting him to reminisce about a woman who cheated on him? And also take care of her daughter, grandchildren, and her lover?

The thought of being deceived by these people for over twenty years filled Song Jianping with rage.

"Forget it, I don't want to bring up the past. But if you want money from me again, that's definitely not going to happen. Didn't you say last time that Zizai's dad took you in? How come you're starving?"

Because Song Jianping had also experienced hardship since childhood, he deeply understood that money was a person's most important source of confidence.

From now on, he will keep all the money firmly in his own hands, and no one, whether biological or wild, will be able to take a single coin from him.

Zhou Songmei wasn't in a hurry; she and Song Jianping had been living under the same roof for quite some time.

She knew very well how stingy this person was.

She glanced at the old house indifferently and smiled: "Godmother is such a good woman. With such a good family background, she was actually willing to live with you in a place like this for so many years."

Song Jianping shot a cold glare at Zhou Songmei.

For the two of them, Zhao Jueyu was a taboo.

Zhou Songmei's mention of her at this moment disrupted the balance they had maintained.

Once the balance is broken, it's either a fight to the death or mutual destruction.

Zhou Songmei met his gaze directly, showing no fear whatsoever.

He even laughed out loud, though the laughter didn't reach his eyes.

"Don't look at me like that. Am I not telling the truth? With such a wonderful woman as your godmother, you still went and messed with my mother. I wonder if she knew all this in the afterlife, would she send a message to her precious daughter? Song Lingge is no pushover; she completely inherited your traits, Uncle Song. If she knew how her mother died, what do you think she would do? I can't wait to find out..."

If Song Jianping's eyes could shoot knives, Zhou Songmei would have been torn to pieces.

Zhou Songmei glared back defiantly.

Song Jianping snorted coldly: "Trying to threaten me? You don't even know your own strengths. Pushing her downstairs was a complete accident. To be honest, you were pushing and shoving each other the whole time. It's hard to say whether you pushed her down or I did."

“It’s clearly you…” Zhou Songmei said anxiously.

However, Song Jianping accidentally pushed Zhao Jueyu, and she was the only witness.

If Song Jianping insists on denying it, and given that she hasn't called the police for so long, things could get really complicated later.

So it turns out that Song Jianping had been suppressing this matter with this very intention; he's a real old fox.

Looking at the somewhat flustered Zhou Songmei, Song Jianping thought to himself that she was just too young and inexperienced.

However, now is not the time for him to relax; he must shift the blame elsewhere.

"What do you mean, 'me'? Wasn't it you and her who started the fight that day? I was in another room the whole time. You two started pushing and shoving each other, and that's when I went over to break it up. Does that mean what I said isn't true?"

What Song Jianping said was indeed true, but he didn't tell the whole story.

Zhou Songmei was completely helpless against this shameless attitude.

“You’re the principal, you have status and position, while I’m just an unemployed bum with a child. If I report you, even if I go to jail, you won’t get away with it. Anyway, I have nothing left to lose. But Uncle Song, you’re different.”

When a person is in a vulnerable position, even their threats lack power.

However, Zhou Songmei's desperate gamble paid off.

Song Jianping, a man who is so profit-driven and ruthless, cares most about the status and position he has painstakingly acquired.

However, Zhou Songmei was trapped in her predicament and couldn't see all of this clearly.

"What makes me different? You've caused my daughter to fall out with me, and I'm all alone. What am I afraid of? On the other hand, you have a child, a man, and you're still young. If things really fall apart, I won't lose out no matter how you look at it."