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

When Song Lingge returned to the ward, Song Jianping and Qiao Nansheng had already finished their conversation, even earlier than she had expected.

Song Jianping resumed his state of resting with his eyes closed, while Qiao Nansheng gazed out the window, his eyes distant, seemingly lost in thought.

Hearing her footsteps, Qiao Nansheng turned around and smiled tenderly at her.

"Look, this pear looks juicy. Would you like me to peel one for you right now?" Song Lingge took out a pear and waved it in front of Song Jianping.

Song Jianping felt helpless, but at the same time, Song Lingge's actions gave him a different feeling; at this moment, they seemed more like father and daughter.

The sense of alienation from before is gone.

If Song Lingge knew what he was thinking right now, she would definitely scoff at it.

Some people are just despicable; if you treat them well, they'll treat you like dirt.

No hardship, no suffering.

"It's been a long time since I've had this. Peel it for me, and I'll eat it." Song Jianping looked directly at Song Lingge and stated his request.

Through this car accident, he began to realize the importance of having a loved one by his side.

No matter how good he was to others in the past, when he was really in trouble, the person who would always be by his side was Song Lingge.

He wanted to get closer to Song Lingge.

Song Lingge sat by the hospital bed and peeled a pear for Song Jianping. Her ten fingers were slender and flexible, and the peel was intact without being broken at all.

She lowered her eyes and looked very serious; Song Jianping could only see her long, fluttering eyelashes.

This scene is very heartwarming.

It is said that daughters resemble their fathers, but Song Lingge's appearance at this moment is quite similar to Zhao Jueyu.

"Do you want to eat the whole thing, or should I cut it into smaller pieces for you?" Song Lingge asked.

When she looked up, she noticed Song Jianping's gaze fixed on her, and her heart skipped a beat.

That gaze was all too familiar to her.

Zhao Jueyu often gazed at her with pride and affection, as if she were the most precious treasure in the world.

"Just give me the whole thing!" Song Jianping said, both embarrassed and pleased.

The problem is that he really doesn't like pears.

What's delightful is that this is the first time his daughter has peeled a pear for him.

Song Lingge picked up another pear and started peeling it.

"Do you want some too? If you do, you can cut this in half and we can each have one half," Song Jianping said.

Song Lingge raised her eyes in surprise and said, "Pears shouldn't be shared. I peeled this for Nansheng."

Song Jianping doesn't like pears, but Qiao Nansheng does!

Qiao Nansheng had already come over and sat down next to Song Lingge. He originally wanted to take the knife he had cut himself, but when he heard Song Lingge say that it was for him, he withdrew his hand.

Pears are juicy, but have a bland taste, which Song Jianping doesn't like.

His family rarely buys pears, but a long time ago, he vaguely remembered someone telling him that pears shouldn't be shared.

Why are the pears today not bland, but with a hint of bitterness?

"You're so sharp-eyed and quick-witted, how could you be so careless as to get bumped into?" Song Lingge asked without looking up.

Song Jianping is a very cautious person, so it was indeed a bit unexpected that this happened.

"Isn't there a gap outside the residential area facing the bus stop? It's almost half the way shorter that way. I was lazy and tried to squeeze through it, and then I got hit by a car..."

Song Jianping suddenly fell silent as he was speaking.

“I’ve told you so many times, although that place is a bit like the area around Nanzhou Middle School, the road conditions are different. There’s too much traffic near the neighborhood. But you wouldn’t listen, and now look what happened. Don’t go there anymore, it’s too dangerous,” Song Lingge said without looking up.

“No…no…” Song Jianping muttered to himself.

Song Lingge then raised her head: "What's wrong? What isn't it?"

Song Jianping seemed to think for a moment before analyzing, "There weren't many cars this morning. I noticed when I squeezed through, and Ma Xiaodong suddenly accelerated and crashed into me."

"Impossible! You must be mistaken. So many cars and so many people squeeze through there; there are inherent risks there."

“Why is it impossible? I fired his father back then, and his whole family must be holding a grudge against me. They’re coming back on purpose to get revenge.” Song Jianping’s tone was very agitated.

Song Lingge wasn't going to let him get away with it and continued to explain, "It's been so many years. Why did others choose to take revenge now of all times? Besides, Ma Xiaodong said he stepped on the brakes back then. If he hadn't slowed down, you'd be somewhere in the world right now!"

"It's also possible that he saw that he was going to hit me and instinctively stepped on the brakes. That's an experienced driver's instinct, but in the beginning he was definitely heading straight for me, intending to kill me."

"Stop with the conspiracy theories. Ma Xiaodong doesn't seem like that kind of person."

"How many people have you actually met? Do you think good or bad people are written on their faces? How naive!" Song Jianping became more and more indignant as he spoke.

He is now fully conscious. When he talks to Song Lingge, he thinks about the car accident he had before, and he remembers everything.

Although the gap was dangerous, many people had walked through it without any problems.

Before he was hit, he noticed that Ma Xiaodong's car was accelerating towards him, so it was definitely not a coincidence.

Song Jianping's tone was a bit harsh, and Song Lingge also raised her voice.

"You said Ma Xiaodong was going to hit you. Even if he really intended to get revenge, how did he know you lived in Hele Manor? How did he know you would take that exit? And how could it be such a coincidence that he ran into you so early in the morning? It's impossible!"

"I really can't be bothered to talk to you anymore. I'll go back and make you some bone broth, and I'll bring you dinner tonight." After saying that, Song Lingge pulled Qiao Nansheng away.

Song Lingge's words made Song Jianping think.

What she said were loopholes, but they were also clues. As long as these loopholes were found and fixed, it would definitely confirm Ma Xiaodong's murder.

Song Jianping always suspected that this was not a coincidence, but a premeditated act.

Qiao Nansheng drove without saying a word.

Song Lingge noticed that his mood was off, and tilted her head to joke, "Is Qiao Nansheng tired of being the driver? Do you want me to drive?"

Qiao Nansheng remained silent.

Song Lingge said to herself, "Oh, I know, you haven't driven in a long time, and you're driving on the left again, so you need to get used to it, right?"

Qiao Nansheng remained silent.

Song Lingge stopped talking, but the smile on her face gradually disappeared.

After a long while, she spoke again: "Just ask me what you want to say, don't stay silent like this."

Qiao Nansheng slammed on the brakes. Even though she was wearing a seatbelt, Song Lingge was thrown forward and almost crashed into the car in front of her.

Qiao Nansheng first checked to see if she was injured, and only after seeing that she wasn't did he say in a low voice, "I'm waiting for you. Be honest with me. I hope you can just say what you want to say."