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

Song Jianmei shook her head: "I don't take anything he says to heart now. But now that I'm making money and I'm no longer taking advantage of him, he wasn't very happy, and his words were tinged with sourness."

Song Lingge laughed and said, "Of course! He's jealous of you, seeing how much you act like a big boss!"

Song Jianmei laughed along.

To stand up to Song Jianping was something she never dared to dream of before.

She had to admit she felt a little pleased.

However, thinking about yesterday's conversation, Song Jianmei frowned again, looking at Song Lingge with a worried expression.

"He said you're close to me, but he's very cold to him, your father. Lingge, you mustn't quarrel with him because of me."

It seems that Song Jianping did not tell Song Jianmei the truth.

Otherwise, Song Jianmei wouldn't still believe that Song Lingge broke up with Song Jianping because of her.

If Song Jianmei knew that Zhao Jueyu's death might be related to Song Jianping, it's hard to imagine what choice she would make.

Song Lingge glanced at Song Jianmei, but dared not take the gamble.

Her eyes held a probing look, which made Song Jianmei feel a little uneasy.

Song Jianmei stammered, "Lingge, I'm not trying to defend him, I just don't want you to be unhappy. Your sister-in-law is gone, and he was your closest relative. If I cause you trouble..."

“Aunt, Grandpa and Grandma are my closest relatives,” Song Lingge interrupted Song Jianmei.

This statement is both a reminder and a warning.

Even the most carefree Song Jianmei understood at this moment that there was a bottomless rift between Song Lingge and Song Jianping.

But she couldn't understand why she was so important to Song Lingge, even more so than Song Jianping.

Although Song Jianping did indeed do inhuman things, she wasn't narcissistic enough to think she was that important.

Something must have happened between Song Lingge and Song Jianping that she doesn't know about.

Torn between her brother and niece, Song Jianmei looked at Song Lingge and fell into deep thought.

Everyone has their own considerations, and Song Lingge doesn't completely trust Song Jianmei.

Therefore, Song Jianmei will accept whatever choice Song Jianping makes regarding Song Jianping's matter.

Even earlier, when she decided to open the shop, she told herself that helping her was also making money for herself, so she treated her as a business partner.

Only by preparing for the worst can we strive for the best outcome.

"What else did he say to you?" Song Lingge interrupted Song Jianmei's thoughts.

Song Jianmei thought for a moment before replying, "They didn't say much, just casual conversation. They said they felt bad for me before, that they shouldn't have tried to match me up with Nie Ergou, and they asked about how you've been lately."

"You asked about my situation? What did you tell him?"

"I knew you were doing great, busy with the shop every day and still having to attend classes. Don't worry, I didn't tell you about your novel writing, and I didn't tell you that the shop over there is now a KTV."

Song Jianmei could tell that Song Lingge cared a lot about the topic, so she tried her best to explain it in detail.

Seeing Song Lingge nod slightly, she finally felt relieved.

He said you're his pride, and that his wife would be at ease if she saw this...

"Did you say that or did he say that? When he mentioned my mother." Song Lingge asked urgently.

Song Jianmei was confused, but still answered honestly, "Your dad! He said you were closer to your maternal grandparents when you were little, and not so close to him or your sister-in-law. But now that you're grown up, you're closer to your mother than your father. He said you and your sister-in-law went to Songjiawu to help me without consulting him, and he also said..."

"What else did you say?"

Seeing Song Lingge's eager eyes, Song Jianmei nervously swallowed, afraid of missing any details.

"He's just envious of your sister-in-law. He said he doesn't know why you're closer to her than to him. I think he's just jealous that you're so successful now and that you're close to us."

Song Lingge nodded perfunctorily: "Did they say anything else?"

"He didn't say much, just that his sister-in-law left in a hurry and he felt sorry for you and your daughter. He also asked me if you had asked me anything."

Song Lingge grabbed Song Jianmei's hand, startling her.

"What did you ask?"

Song Jianmei tried to pull her hand back, but Song Lingge held on too tightly.

She carefully recalled her conversation with Song Jianping, but it was all too varied and she didn't find anything particularly special about it.

The main reason is that she harbors resentment towards Song Jianping, so she was in a bad mood when talking to him. She couldn't possibly think of anything specific right now.

Now that Song Lingge is paying attention, she is trying her best to recall.

"He didn't ask anything, just that you'd looked for him several times, seemingly blaming him for not taking good care of your sister-in-law, and kept asking him how she died. He asked if I remembered the day she passed away, and if I'd asked him anything else. I really can't remember anything else."

Song Jianmei pulled her hand back forcefully, and Song Lingge realized that she was holding her and immediately let go.

I'm still too impatient.

"Then how did you answer?"

Looking at Song Lingge, Song Jianmei suddenly said calmly and resolutely, "Lingge, your father is my own brother, and he took good care of me in the past. However, it was you and your sister-in-law who helped me time and time again when I was in the most difficult time, allowing me to live like a human being again. I could never betray you for him."

Song Lingge knew that this was Song Jianmei making a statement.

“He came suddenly yesterday, which surprised me. But his attitude has changed a lot. No matter how bad my attitude was, he kept talking to me patiently, and I just gave him half-hearted answers. If you ask me what we talked about, I really don’t remember very clearly. But I swear, I definitely didn’t talk about you.”

Song Jianmei's words were earnest, and Song Lingge realized that she had been too abrupt.

From Song Jianmei's perspective, there are many things she doesn't know.

Song Lingge took a deep breath, calmed herself down, and held Song Jianmei's hand again.

"Aunt, I'm sorry. I don't know how to describe my father. He's done so many things I don't understand. I feel so much for him..."

"I understand, I get it. It's just that he doesn't act like a decent person, so we should just ignore him."

The Song Lingge she knew now was the Song Lingge she knew; the one from just now was so unfamiliar and terrifying.

In Song Jianmei's mind, Song Lingge was a very simple, upright, and kind person, so someone like her, who saw through Song Jianping's true colors, could not possibly tolerate him.

Just like Song Jianmei, although she can't be said to be particularly kind or upright, she still looks down on Song Jianping's character.

Don't think she didn't see it; Song Jianping was just jealous. This huge family business has nothing to do with him.

Song Lingge would rather do business with her, who was barely literate, than go to him, which made him very envious.

Song Jianping loves money more than anyone else in the world, like Song Jianmei.