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

Song Jianmei also saw Zhao Jueyu and Song Lingge, her expression evasive, as if she didn't want to see them.

In the past, although Song Jianmei didn't like Zhao Jueyu, she was always the one who made Zhao Jueyu suffer, so she wasn't timid or hesitant. Instead, she was arrogant and wanted to be superior to Zhao Jueyu.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

Zhao Jueyu originally wanted to avoid it, but unexpectedly, Song Lingge, contrary to her usual behavior, greeted her with a big smile.

"Aunt, what brings you here?"

Song Lingge affectionately took Song Jianmei's arm.

To be honest, Song Jianmei was somewhat flattered.

You see, this niece used to be just like her mother, looking down on country folk. Every time she saw her, she would find fault with her, even more so than her mother.

But these two times, Song Lingge seemed to have changed her personality.

"Hehe, I need to talk to your dad about something. Why is Lingge home too?"

"Auntie, are you overwhelmed with work? It's Saturday today, where else can I go if I don't go home?"

Song Jianmei doesn't go to work and doesn't keep track of the days at all.

"It's already Saturday? I'll come back tomorrow then."

"No, Auntie, you've come all this way, you must stay and have a meal here."

Zhao Jueyu couldn't help but give her a meaningful look, but Song Lingge ignored him and kept trying to persuade Song Jianmei.

Song Jianmei wasn't oblivious to Zhao Jueyu's expression; she immediately became displeased. What, did she have to be subservient to someone when she came to her brother's house? Especially since it was her niece who had insisted on inviting her.

Song Jianmei raised an eyebrow: "Alright then, Auntie will stay here for a meal. I'm doing this because of you, Lingge."

"Auntie, perfect timing, let's go grocery shopping together now."

Song Lingge, with one arm around Zhao Jueyu and the other around Song Jianmei, happily walked towards the farmers' market.

Along the way, they attracted quite a few curious glances.

After all, Song Jianmei was a rough person with a loud voice, and the rumors about her discord with Zhao Jueyu had been circulating for a long time.

They're actually holding hands now, even though Song Lingge is in between them.

However, this scene is still a once-in-a-century event.

"Auntie, how about buying some braised food? I remember you like pig's ears, right?"

Song Lingge had no idea what Song Jianmei liked to eat, but if she bought something expensive, Song Jianmei would definitely like it.

"Yes, yes, I love braised pig's ears. My niece is so thoughtful."

Song Jianmei's face beamed with joy.

"Auntie, I remember you love fish. How about I show off my skills and make you sweet and sour fish today?"

"Wow, this is incredible! Lingge can cook too!"

"I don't usually like to cook, but my aunt came to visit!"

"Haha, Auntie likes anything Lingge makes."

......

Zhao Jueyu stood to the side, her face twitching, utterly speechless. She had no idea when her daughter had become so eloquent.

After finally buying the groceries, Song Lingge chatted with Song Jianmei on the way home.

He made Song Jianmei beam with joy.

"Auntie, my dad went fishing and I don't know if he'll be back for lunch. What do you need him for?"

"It's nothing major, but I heard that they're building new apartments in the city center, and I heard it'll be some kind of upscale residential complex. I wonder if your dad would be interested in buying one."

Song Jianmei was very happy and blurted it all out.

Don't think she's innocent; she actually has her own little schemes. In the past, Zhao Jueyu and Song Lingge were in cahoots and couldn't stand her for anything. But now that the girl has grown up and knows she's her aunt, she's become more sensible and affectionate.

If they could bring Song Lingge and Chen Bingfeng together, they would never have to worry about food and drink for the rest of their lives.

Originally, she came today to persuade Song Jianping that if he bought the house, it would be perfect for Song Lingge and Chen Bingfeng to get married in the future.

Even if this happy event doesn't happen, if Song Lingge gets married, would Song Jianping still give the house to his daughter?

They don't have a son, so maybe they can give the house to Chen Bingfeng in the future.

So, they were planning to exploit the descendants of the deceased!

Zhao Jueyu then realized that Song Lingge was trying to get information out of him.

I never expected that Song Jianmei had this intention.

“Great! Buying a house is definitely a good thing. Aunt, you have excellent taste.”

Looking ahead to the next twenty years, buying a house is definitely a good thing, and Song Lingge certainly knows that.

She understood everything Song Jianmei was thinking.

However, now that she doesn't need to step in, it's a good thing that Song Jianmei can get Song Jianping to pay for the house.

They currently live in school-allocated housing, which is rent-free and they can stay as long as they want, but the lack of a property certificate is the most practical thing.

Moreover, Zhao Jueyu and Song Lingge had no idea how much money Song Jianping had actually saved over the years, so they might as well take this opportunity to find out.

"Lingge, you also think this is a good thing?"

Song Jianmei's eyes lit up; it would be even better if someone recognized her.

In those days, commercial housing was not yet fashionable, and Song Jianmei was actually unsure of the situation, but she just wanted to acquire some assets for Chen Bingfeng.

Now that she has actually gained Song Lingge's approval, she feels there's hope.

Song Lingge nodded, but a look of worry appeared on her face.

"What's wrong? My dear niece."

“Aunt, I think your idea is excellent. But I don’t know if my dad will agree. You know, my dad manages all the money in our family.”

Song Lingge looked so aggrieved, it was heartbreaking.

"Is that all? You don't need to worry about it. Your aunt will definitely persuade your dad."

Song Jianmei, on the other hand, seemed quite confident.

She was absolutely confident in persuading Song Jianping; she had made him bleed a lot over the years, and she believed this time would be no different.

Song Lingge happily took Song Jianmei's arm and went home.

This time, Zhao Jueyu wasn't pulled away, but Zhao Jueyu, who was following behind, wasn't angry at all.

That mischievous girl even turned around and winked at her; she really had no manners.

Song Lingge has really grown up in the blink of an eye. She's more opinionated and has more ideas than me. That's great!

Back home, Song Lingge made a sweet and sour fish dish, and then Song Jianmei cooked the rest of the dishes.

She insisted on showing off her skills to Song Lingge no matter what.

She even let Song Lingge and Zhao Jueyu come inside to watch TV, which was unprecedented for her, while she cooked outside.

To prevent any accidents, Song Lingge told Zhao Jueyu to watch TV while she stood aside with Song Jianmei.

He even peeled an orange himself and fed Song Jianmei a segment every now and then.

What a thoughtful daughter! No wonder Zhao Jueyu was determined not to have any more children after giving birth to one, without ever considering leaving an heir for the Song family.

But that's not bad either. If this niece could become her daughter-in-law, that would be even better.

The oranges were a bit sour, but Song Jianmei found them sweet to her heart.