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

It had been a while since I'd seen Zhou Songmei, and she seemed much more fashionable than I remembered.

She wore a trendy sleeveless red top paired with a black A-line maxi skirt. Her long hair was styled in big waves, but it was tied up now, making her look less charming and more capable.

In contrast, Song Lingge was dressed in her usual school attire: a white short-sleeved shirt paired with light blue jeans.

Although her outfit was simple, she exuded a vibrant and energetic aura.

In a short period of time, Zhou Songmei, one of the two girls of the same age, has completely shed her student naiveté.

Seeing Song Lingge enter, Song Jianping felt awkward for a moment, as he was now trying his best to maintain the father-daughter relationship.

He hadn't expected Zhou Songmei's sudden arrival at all, and he wondered if Song Lingge would misunderstand and think they were up to something shady when she saw her.

"Why are you only getting here now? I'm starving." Song Jianping tried to speak in a friendly tone, but because he felt guilty, his words sounded weak and unconvincing.

"The traffic was a bit congested today." Song Lingge took the food out of the thermos while looking around.

The small cabinet next to the hospital bed was piled high with gifts for visiting patients, but nothing had changed from yesterday.

Zhou Songmei came to visit the sick, but she didn't bring any gifts at all!

Song Jianping was a man of some standing, so when he fell ill, quite a few people came to visit him. Apart from Zhou Songmei, no one came empty-handed.

Song Jianping really spoiled her in the past; she didn't even understand the most basic manners of dealing with people.

Speaking of this, we must mention the educational methods of the Song father and daughter.

Although Song Jianping has many flaws, he is still quite capable to have become a principal in such a short time.

Moreover, Song Lingge's few memories of Song Jianping from her childhood were of him teaching her manners and etiquette.

Song Jianping said that the Zhao family was a highly educated family and paid special attention to these things. He pointed to Song Lingge, saying that she had ingratiated herself with the Zhao family elders, which was why they had put so much effort into teaching her.

Surprisingly, Song Jianping didn't teach Zhou Songmei any of these things.

Actually, Song Jianping had taught her, but Zhou Songmei felt she wouldn't need it, so she never took it to heart.

After Song Jianping started eating, Song Lingge sat on the stool next to him, looked up at Zhou Songmei and said, "You were quite talkative just now, why are you not talking now?"

The father and daughter sat on the bed and had a stool, while Zhou Songmei stood alone, looking rather weak and as if she were being scolded.

To make herself appear intimidating, Zhou Songmei crossed her arms and struck a pose that suggested she was not to be trifled with.

She snorted dismissively and said, "What you did only fool them. Don't think I don't know."

"Then tell me, what have I lied to them about? Have I been the one lying all along?"

Zhou Songmei was speechless, and she couldn't stand up to this argument.

"Forget it, I have nothing to say to you. Dad, think about what I said. Since there are people in the way here, I'll go back first."

Zhou Songmei glared at Song Lingge, then turned to leave.

Having waited so long for her to arrive, Song Lingge wasn't going to let her off so easily.

"Who are you calling 'Dad'? Isn't your dad in Siliqiao?" Nanzhou Prison is located in Siliqiao.

Upon hearing "Siliqiao," Zhou Songmei froze on the spot, and Song Jianping also frowned.

"Even my godfather hasn't said anything, so what right do you have to criticize me?"

Zhao Jueyu recognized her as his godparent, so Song Lingge has no objection to that, right?

“That’s more like it. There’s a difference between a father and a godfather. You can’t always find a way to cause misunderstandings. But last time at school, when you tried to commit suicide, I remember my dad saying in front of the whole school that he had nothing to do with you anymore. Are you trying to embarrass him now?”

"Song Lingge, so much time has passed, are you still going to keep bringing this up?" Zhou Songmei raised her voice.

For some reason, Zhou Songmei always gets easily provoked when facing Song Lingge.

Song Lingge seemed to possess a kind of magic; simply by standing there, she could stir up all of Zhou Songmei's negative emotions.

"Get this straight, who's the one being so insistent on? This is my dad's hospital room, what are you doing here?"

"My godfather is sick. Can't I come to visit him? Are you his daughter or his mother?"

"Visiting someone in the hospital? You didn't even bring a gift. You were just arguing. If you don't understand the situation, I really can't tell if you're here to visit or to cause trouble."

"Everything was fine before you came. Even my godfather didn't say I was arguing. Only you can say that. You've really made yourself look good, haven't you?"

"How could I not come? You're talking about me all the time, I had to come in and see who's so concerned about me."

“Song Lingge, you…” Zhou Songmei was somewhat exasperated.

"Enough!" Song Jianping shouted confidently after finishing his meal. "This is a hospital, and you're making so much noise. What's there to make so much noise about?"

Zhou Songmei wanted to mutter a few more words, but Song Jianping stopped her: "Go back. I'll think about what you said. Don't come to the hospital again."

“The house in Hele Manor is mine, and you’re not allowed to go there!” Song Lingge added.

These words were just stirring things up. Zhou Songmei was about to retort when Song Jianping glared at her and shut her up.

For someone like her to be able to endure such a provocation, she must be discussing something important with Song Jianping.

Song Lingge thought to herself that she had to get some information out of him.

After Zhou Songmei left, Song Jianping looked at Song Lingge and said, "You too, what good does it do you to provoke her? Why do you have to argue and win every time?"

Song Lingge stood up, walked around to the cabinet, and took an apple: "I just get impatient whenever I see her. By the way, what did she want to talk to you about?"

"It's nothing!" Song Jianping tucked the pillows around himself, leaned back, and answered without revealing any emotion.

Song Lingge glanced at him; it seemed he wasn't planning to tell her!

"Dad, look! Come and see!" Song Lingge leaned down, not looking back, but kept waving for Song Jianping to come over.

The small cabinet was by the window. Song Lingge originally intended to walk around it to see if she could see Qiao Nansheng's car, but she didn't expect to see something else.

"What are you looking at? What's so interesting?" Song Jianping muttered, but he still obediently got up and went to the window to look with her.

After reading it, I turned around and met Song Lingge's questioning gaze.

The father and daughter looked at each other in bewilderment.

Song Lingge pointed downstairs, then pointed to Song Jianping.

Song Jianping shook his head, then listlessly returned to his hospital bed and lay down.

Seeing his reaction, Song Lingge realized he genuinely didn't know. She sat back down on the stool, peeling the fruit, feeling uneasy. After a while, she couldn't help but ask, "You really don't know?"

Just as Song Jianping was about to speak, the door opened.