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

“My stomach was hurting a bit at that time, so I went to the toilet. Then my stomach kept feeling uncomfortable, so I thought of calling home. When I heard my mom’s voice, I cried. Lingge, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

Very good, using excrement as an excuse is a very appealing and unquestionable reason!

After all, this cannot be verified.

Song Lingge cursed inwardly, "You're something else!" Her friendship with Li Meimei was over.

But on the surface, she still had to put on a worried face: "Did you eat something bad? Should we go to the hospital? We're good friends, why are you apologizing?"

Seeing that she had escaped a disaster, Li Meimei quickly grabbed Song Lingge's arm and rested her head on her shoulder.

She has a sweet smile.

"I'm fine now. Lingge is the best."

Song Lingge felt disgusted, but she couldn't show it on her face.

And so, wearing masks, half-real and half-fake, they welcomed the weekend.

Unexpectedly, Qiao Nansheng was waiting for Song Lingge at the platform.

I had just greeted them when a 429 bus arrived.

After the two were seated, Qiao Nansheng handed Song Lingge a few ten-yuan bills.

After the celebration that day, Song Lingge quietly put the money into Qiao Nansheng's desk drawer.

"Take it. I said it was my treat, how could I let you pay?"

Qiao Nansheng took her bag and stuffed the money inside.

"We won the championship together, and we shared the prize money, so I'm treating everyone to a meal too."

That's true, but why give all the money back to her?

Song Lingge was about to say that even if they split the bill, she shouldn't have to pay back so much money.

"That meal was on the two of us, but you can treat me to another meal separately."

Uh... what's going on here? Qiao Nansheng's thoughts were a bit hard to understand.

Qiao Nansheng handed her another box, but it was impossible to tell what it contained.

Song Lingge looked at him hesitantly, and opened the box at his prompting.

It turned out to be a camera.

This was in the 1990s, and cameras were very expensive!

From the moment she made up her mind to catch her husband's mistress in the act, Song Lingge considered buying a camera to preserve evidence.

However, it was too expensive, so she made making money her top priority, and she already had a preliminary plan to do so.

Unexpectedly, a camera was placed in front of me at that moment.

What does Qiao Nansheng mean by this?

Song Lingge's big eyes were filled with doubt, but Qiao Nansheng said casually, "You definitely need it now, so take this and use it!"

Song Lingge, as if she had received a hot potato, quickly returned the camera to Qiao Nansheng.

She shouldn't accept gifts without having done anything in return; how could she accept gifts from other men for no reason?

Ignoring her objections, Qiao Nansheng put the camera into her bag.

"What are you thinking about? I'll lend it to you, but don't worry about returning it. This is an old one; I have another one at home."

What kind of family is this? They have several cameras.

Since that's the case, Song Lingge saw no need to refuse any longer: "Thanks!"

Qiao Nansheng's eyes curved slightly, as if he were smiling again.

"There's film inside. I also have a spare roll. Be careful not to expose it when using it."

Song Lingge simply took out the camera: "Then teach me how to use it!"

One teaches diligently, the other studies attentively.

Song Lingge raised her camera and nudged Qiao Nansheng with her elbow: "Come on, cheese!"

"Crack!"

“I have no intention of invading your privacy, but what you are about to do may be dangerous. If necessary, you can call me to join you.”

Song Lingge could sense that Qiao Nansheng was sincere.

Catching the mistress, or even your father's mistress, certainly carries unknown dangers, so there's no need to reject someone's good intentions.

However, innocent people should not be dragged into this mess.

Song Lingge smiled slightly at him: "Okay!"

Such a curt answer clearly showed a lack of genuine thought. Qiao Nansheng wanted to say something, but held back, deciding to put more effort into it himself.

When he got home, Song Jianping wasn't there.

Song Lingge gave the 500 yuan prize money she won in the recitation competition to Zhao Jueyu.

Where did you get so much money?

Song Lingge told Zhao Jueyu about participating in the recitation competition.

"You can keep your money as you see fit. I'll take you to open a savings account tomorrow."

Song Jianping and Zhao Jueyu were both teachers. Their salaries were not high, but their benefits were very good. In addition, Zhao Zhangguo often subsidized them, so they lived a pretty good life.

However, these were all just appearances. Not long after the marriage, Song Jianping said that Zhao Jueyu was bad at managing the accounts, so he was in charge of all the money in the house, including collecting Zhao Jueyu's salary.

So, after so many years of marriage, Zhao Jueyu had no idea how much money his family had.

Song Lingge stuffed the money into her hand: "Mom, here's some money for you. Just keep it. Don't worry, I can earn money. Just one thing: don't give it to Dad. Don't let him find out."

Zhao Jueyu gave her a reproachful look: "Mom was silly before, but does she think she'll be silly forever?"

"Has my dad acted strangely this week?"

Zhao Jueyu shook his head. Usually, Song Jianping was either at school or at home.

His only hobby was fishing. Zhao Jueyu followed him a few times and found that he was indeed a genuine fishing enthusiast, so he stopped following him.

So it seems the only one who's not right is that girl at school.

Although it's the same school, they are different grades and departments, so it's really hard to find them.

That night, Song Lingge tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

The next morning, Song Jianping took his fishing rod and went out.

Zhao Jueyu took Song Lingge to the Post Office Bank to open a savings account.

"Mom, you can keep the money. I can open a savings account later. I haven't graduated yet and I don't have any income right now."

But Zhao Jueyu disagreed: "Listen to your mother, I don't need the money. It will all be yours in the future. I might as well start saving it for you now. Every month, I will collect my salary and save it for you."

What if Dad finds out?

Zhao Jueyu smiled smugly: "Last month I had a fight with him. I said I wanted to manage my own money, and of course he refused. Then I said if he didn't agree, I would go to the school and make a scene. Finally, he relented and agreed to manage his own salary."

"He agreed so easily?"

Song Lingge could hardly believe it.

"How could that be? He tried to sweet-talk me again last night. I pretended too, and I cried, saying that I'd given him all my money over the years, and that I even had to ask him for money to buy your grandma a dress when we went shopping, and that your grandparents knew about it. Once I brought up your grandparents, your dad would be quiet. Actually, it was all your mom's fault for being stupid and listening to him in everything. Lingge, when you get married in the future, no matter when, remember this: whoever has the money has the power."

It seems that Zhao Jueyu has truly come to his senses.

Song Lingge only understood this principle after paying with her life.

After they had talked it out, the mother and daughter happily went to the post office bank.

However, I didn't expect to run into an old acquaintance as soon as I stepped out.

It's really a narrow road.