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

Even a fly is still meat, so Zhao Jueyu accepted it all without hesitation.

Early Sunday morning, Zhao Jueyu and Song Lingge got up very early, planning to spend the day with Zhao Zhangguo.

What's remarkable is that Song Jianping also got up with them.

He even personally carried their belongings and saw them onto the bus.

Of course, I gave him a lot of instructions along the way, mainly that he must speak well of him to his father-in-law and ask about the house purchase.

Zhao Jueyu truly had absolutely no lingering feelings for Song Jianping.

Everything we are doing now is for the legal rights of the mother and daughter.

Given Song Jianping's temperament, even if he cheated, it's impossible for him to leave with nothing. What needs to be done now is to try to find out how much joint property there is in the house, so as to prevent Song Jianping from spending it outside.

Since Song Lingge opened up to Zhao Jueyu, the relationship between the mother and daughter has become closer than ever before.

A shared goal can bring everyone closer together.

Zhao Zhangguo's home is only five stops away from Song Jianping's home.

A small door opened on top of the tall iron gate. Entering through this door, the first thing you see is a garden of about a hundred square meters, filled with all kinds of flowers.

In this season, many flowers are nearing the end of their bloom, fully basking in the last rays of sunlight and displaying their final beauty.

Lin Xiuzhi was pruning the broken branches when Song Lingge quickly ran over and hugged her.

"Grandma, your little darling is back again."

Lin Xiuzhi raised her hand, afraid that the garden shears might accidentally hurt Song Lingge, and said lovingly, "Haha, little baby, let go of Grandma quickly, I'll put the shears down first."

Song Lingge then let go, took the scissors and put them away, then ran over and affectionately took Lin Xiuzhi's hand.

At this moment, Zhao Jueyu also arrived carrying large and small bags.

Lin Xiuzhi looked at Zhao Jueyu with a completely different gaze than she did at Song Lingge.

However, seeing that she was carrying so many things and that there was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, she still said, "Have you forgotten everything Grandma taught you? Go and help."

Song Lingge stuck out her tongue: "How could I forget! I was so excited to see Grandma that I gave all the things to Mom in my excitement."

As she spoke, she secretly winked at Zhao Jueyu, her big eyes clearly saying, "See? I told you so. Grandma will definitely feel bad if you carry things all by yourself."

Zhao Jueyu was a little flustered, but he didn't have time to pay attention to his mischievous daughter.

After Song Lingge handed over half of the things, she timidly called out to Lin Xiuzhi, "Mom!"

Lin Xiuzhi didn't show the same kindness and affection as she did when she saw Song Lingge; she only nodded slightly.

Song Lingge carried the gift in one hand and affectionately linked arms with Lin Xiuzhi as they entered the house: "Where's Grandpa?"

"Reading in the tea room!"

Zhao Zhangguo didn't like reading in his study; he preferred to spend more time in the tea room.

As soon as Song Lingge and the others entered the room, they saw Zhao Zhangguo asleep in the rocking chair in the tea room, with the complete collection of Andersen's fairy tales draped over him.

Song Lingge gently placed the gift aside, walked over and found a feather bookmark on the tea table, picked up the book and inserted the bookmark into the open page.

Then he picked up the thin blanket that had fallen to the ground and gently draped it over Zhao Zhangguo.

Even though it was very light, it still woke Zhao Zhangguo.

Song Lingge felt a little guilty, knowing that Zhao Zhangguo had always been a light sleeper.

When Zhao Zhangguo saw her, he made a move to get up: "Lingge is back!"

Song Lingge quickly steadied the rocking chair: "Grandpa, I'm sorry, I woke you up."

Zhao Zhangguo smiled and waved his hand: "I'm old and need less sleep, it's alright, it's alright."

Zhao Jueyu came in at this moment and softly called out, "Dad."

Like Lin Xiuzhi, Zhao Zhangguo only nodded slightly.

To them, Zhao Jueyu was like a badly trained character.

The two elderly people couldn't understand how their precious daughter, whom they had cherished since childhood, could so resolutely abandon them and run off with that scoundrel.

The Zhao family is a scholarly family with a good financial background. They are not materialistic or prejudiced against the poor. However, from the first moment Zhao Zhangguo saw Song Jianping, he disliked him, always feeling that his eyes were full of scheming.

But no amount of kind or harsh words could stop Zhao Jueyu.

The more they opposed it, the more determined Zhao Jueyu became.

Fortunately, even though my main account failed, I still have a secondary account.

Song Lingge's arrival eased the tension between Zhao Jueyu and his family.

The family sat down on the sofa and looked at the gifts Zhao Jueyu had brought. Mr. and Mrs. Zhao were a little surprised, but their years of experience made them realize at a glance that their daughter and granddaughter must have come for a reason.

Song Lingge grew up in this courtyard and naturally knew that nothing could escape Zhao Zhangguo's shrewd eyes.

Let's get straight to the point.

"Grandpa, Grandma, Mom and Dad are planning to buy a house. What do you think?"

"buy house?"

Song Lingge briefly recounted what had happened after Song Jianmei came to her house, and also shared her and Zhao Jueyu's opinions. She also clarified that the gifts were all Song Jianping's idea.

Zhao Jueyu took out three hundred yuan and handed it to Zhao Zhangguo. Seeing that Zhao Zhangguo did not accept it, he put it on the coffee table.

"This money was also a gift from him to you."

Lin Xiuzhi snorted disdainfully: "Do you think our Zhao family cares about his meager filial piety? If he were truly filial, why doesn't he come back with us? In all these years, just a few stops away, how many times has he come? Let alone that we don't like him, he has never done anything for us to like him."

Perhaps thinking of the past, Lin Xiuzhi's tone became increasingly angry.

Song Lingge tried to explain something, but Zhao Jueyu stopped her.

She can't always let her daughter take the lead.

Zhao Jueyu pondered for a moment, then looked at Zhao Zhangguo and Lin Xiuzhi: "Dad, Mom, since this money is from him, you can keep it. I've looked at those gifts, they're all good. Keep what you need, and you can give away the rest."

"Let's not talk about the past. What I want to say is that I only now realize that you all did it for my own good, but I woke up too late. I don't ask for your forgiveness now, I just want to spend more time with you. As for Song Jianping, I will make him pay back everything he owes our family over the years, bit by bit."

Zhao Jueyu spoke firmly and frankly, and only then did Zhao Zhangguo glance at her.

His intuition told him that Zhao Jueyu was not lying. Song Jianping must have done something unforgivable to make Zhao Jueyu so disheartened.

"Come with me to the inner room."

After Zhao Zhangguo finished speaking, he went back to his room with his hands behind his back, and Zhao Jueyu quickly followed.

Song Lingge was a little confused. She had originally planned to guide Zhao Zhangguo and his wife step by step, but Zhao Jueyu did not play by the rules at all.

At this moment, Lin Xiuzhi sat down next to Song Lingge.

"Lingge, has something happened to your parents?"

As expected of a mother and daughter, whether or not they bring gifts doesn't mean anything; they can sense something is wrong with just a word or a glance.