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

Song Lingge always felt that Song Jianping's initiative to find Song Jianmei was definitely not just because he had overheard someone else mention it.

If we start counting from when Song Jianmei left Nanzhou Middle School, it has been more than half a year since the two siblings last saw each other.

If Song Jianping really wanted to find Song Jianmei, and they were in the same city, why would it have taken so long?

Even with Nie Ergou urging him at the time, Song Jianping didn't approach her. Now, his visit to Song Jianmei couldn't be just for casual conversation.

Song Jianping was also there to gather information, but what was his purpose in doing so?

The last conversation between the father and daughter ended unhappily; to be precise, they didn't finish talking.

Song Jianping's last words left a lingering unease in Song Lingge's heart.

And she herself has been trying to convince herself all this time.

However, she is just an ordinary person who is burdened by family ties and has emotions and desires.

She didn't know how to face the truth that her father had killed her mother.

Perhaps, as long as the truth never comes out, she can avoid facing it forever.

Self-deception, the most desperate choice, is a haven for cowards.

Song Lingge stayed at "Song Food Diary" until sunset.

Only after watching the guests file in did Song Lingge leave with satisfaction.

She's not one to dwell on things internally; if she hasn't figured some things out, she'll just wait a few days.

She believes that time will tell.

On her way home, Song Lingge paid special attention and noticed that there were indeed a few blond-haired thugs appearing.

It seems I was too careless before.

If Chen Dengming hadn't reminded her, she wouldn't have noticed it at all.

Although it is now the late 1990s, surveillance systems are not widely used.

If something really goes wrong, you'll always be the one who suffers.

For the next period of time, Song Lingge stayed home unless absolutely necessary, focusing on writing her manuscript in her room.

Zhao Zhangguo and Lin Xiuzhi weren't the kind of elders who lacked tact; after learning about the rift between her and Qiao Nansheng, they weren't in a hurry to get involved.

To put it bluntly, the granddaughter is her own, and no matter how good Qiao Nansheng is, he belongs to someone else.

Whatever way she chooses to live, as long as she feels comfortable, then they, as her elders, should unconditionally support her.

They had reflected on Zhao Jueyu's situation, realizing that they might have interfered too much in the past, which triggered Zhao Jueyu's rebellious tendencies.

Raising children is a science, and it requires constant reflection and improvement.

Song Lingge noticed the change in the two elders and felt somewhat guilty.

In fact, you don't need to pretend in front of family members who truly care about you. Just speak your mind and discuss how to adjust things together. This will help you avoid a lot of trouble caused by blind concern.

This period was when she was most productive at writing.

If I had been honest with them earlier, I wouldn't have had to struggle with this for so long for no reason.

"Lingge, the phone!" Lin Xiuzhi shouted from the stairwell.

Song Lingge ran down the stairs barefoot, the wooden floorboards echoing with dull thuds.

In the summer, walking barefoot on the cool, refreshing floor was Song Lingge's favorite feeling.

"You silly child, how many times have I told you to put on your shoes, put on your shoes, be careful not to catch a cold," Lin Xiuzhi nagged.

"Okay, grandma."

He answers quickly with his mouth, but his actions are extremely slow.

After Song Lingge finished the phone call, she immediately ran upstairs to change her clothes and prepare to go out.

"Are you going out?" Lin Xiuzhi had already gotten used to her granddaughter staying at home.

While changing her shoes, Song Lingge said, "Aunt Lu called and said there seems to be a problem with the line. I'll go check it out. Oh, and Grandma, could you pack me a few jars of pickled vegetables? I'll take some to Xiuxiu."

Since we're going back to "Ailedi," we'll definitely have to go back to the teachers' apartment first.

After lending the house to Zhang Xiuxiu, Song Lingge never returned to the teachers' apartment.

I haven't had time to pick up the documents I left there, so I'll take this opportunity to go and get them while I'm at it.

Lin Xiuzhi deftly packed the pickled vegetables and handed the bag to Song Lingge.

Are you coming back for dinner?

"Come back! Xiuxiu has class today, and Aunt Lu and Xiao Jiang need to watch the shop."

"Ailedi" has been doing very well because it currently does not offer meal replacements.

Before the holiday, Song Lingge often stayed there. But now that she's on holiday, she's become lax.

After all, they haven't graduated yet, and no student wants to go back to school often during holidays.

"Aunt Lu, what's going on?"

Seeing Song Lingge, Aunt Lu said somewhat apologetically, "The people from the power company just came to check, and it's fixed now. I'm so sorry, Lingge, for making you come all this way in this heat."

Song Lingge handed her the fruit she had bought on the way and said with a smile, "It's good that you're alright. Look at what you're saying, it's only right that I come over! It's so hot that I've been too lazy to go out and haven't come over in a long time."

"Little boss, you're here! Oh, these are my favorite grapes." At this moment, Xiao Jiang came in from outside, still habitually calling Song Lingge "little boss".

"Go wash them and eat them. I bought them especially for you guys; they're very fresh!"

"Okay, I'm going to wash my hands now."

Song Lingge then noticed that Xiao Jiang's hands were covered in dust and were filthy: "How did you get that? Why are they so dirty?"

Xiao Jiang pouted and said, "It's that meter box of ours, isn't it in the back? The people from the power company just finished fixing it, and I was thinking of cleaning it up, so I got my hands all dusty."

"Then go wash up quickly." Song Lingge turned to Aunt Lu, "What exactly is the problem? Is it the meter box?"

"The power company said the wire in the meter box was broken."

"Why would the thread break for no reason?" Song Lingge found it strange.

"Who knows! The meter box is located behind there, and nobody usually goes there. The power company said it might have been done by someone, but who do you think would do something like that?"

It seems necessary to install surveillance cameras.

Song Lingge glanced around and, seeing that everything else was fine and that Aunt Lu and Xiao Jiang had handled things well, left "Ailedi".

Next, I need to go back to the teachers' apartment.

To be honest, there weren't many people on campus after the holidays, and the teachers' apartments area was even more secluded, so walking alone made me a little uneasy.

Even though it was broad daylight, Song Lingge was still terrified and broke out in a cold sweat. She only breathed a sigh of relief after quickly returning to her apartment.

She placed the pickled vegetables on the small coffee table in front of the sofa so that Zhang Xiuxiu could see them as soon as she returned.

I casually wrote a note and put it under the pickle jar.

After packing her things, Song Lingge quickly left the apartment.

The thought of having to walk that secluded path again made her feel scared.

But if we wait any longer, it will be even more terrifying when it gets dark.

So Song Lingge braced herself and went out, not knowing how Zhang Xiuxiu could be so bold.

It was too quiet all around, with only the faint chirping of insects.

Suddenly, Song Lingge felt that the voice was a bit strange, and then she was blocked in her way.