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

"Ling...Lingge? What brings you here?"

Song Jianping opened the door and immediately saw Song Lingge and Qiao Nansheng sitting on the sofa.

His eyes darted around rapidly. Song Lingge knew this was the prelude to Song Jianping lying, so she remained silent and watched coldly as he came up with another excuse.

Perhaps it was Song Lingge's cold gaze that stung Song Jianping's most vulnerable nerve.

Who is the father, and who is the son?

He then thought of what Zhou Songmei had told him: he was Song Lingge's father, how could she always ride on his head and discipline him like a son?

"Why didn't you say anything before coming in? I can sue you for trespassing..." Song Jianping began to speak recklessly.

Her bizarre quotes will only ever exceed her imagination.

"Break in? What? Robbery or murder?" Song Lingge's tone was devoid of any emotion.

She found it a bit funny. She hadn't done or said anything; she had simply used the key she had exchanged to open a house with her name on it. How could Song Jianping have accused her of something so baseless?

She was even more wronged than Yue Fei and Dou E.

“That’s not what I meant, but since you don’t live here, shouldn’t you have called me before you came over…” Song Jianping didn’t want to argue with Song Lingge, so he softened his tone.

“I called, but no one answered. I called yesterday, and I called again today,” Song Lingge interrupted him.

Song Jianping didn't want to argue with her, but she was full of anger and needed to vent.

Seeing this, Qiao Nansheng realized that the responsibility of restoring order still fell to him.

He handed Song Jianping the gift that Song Lingge had prepared for him: "Uncle Song, please don't blame us. You invited my parents to dinner yesterday, and we waited for you for a long time but you didn't come. Lingge kept calling you but no one answered, and she was very worried. She called many times this morning, but still no one answered. She was worried that something had happened to you, or that you had fainted at home, so she used the spare key to open the door."

"Don't explain to him, he'll only think the worst of me anyway. I'm just confused, don't I have a share in this house? I opened my own door and it's considered burglary?" After Qiao Nansheng finished speaking, Song Lingge continued to vent her dissatisfaction.

It doesn't matter if Song Jianping doesn't give Song Lingge face; he'll never separate his daughter from him, no matter what.

However, he couldn't refuse to give Qiao Nansheng face.

Song Jianping took the gift bag and slapped his forehead: "Oh, I'm so sorry, Nansheng, I had something urgent yesterday and didn't have time to make plans with your parents. How about another day, or tomorrow, I'll invite you again."

"Invite what? Invite air? Uncle Qiao and Aunt Qin's flight is this morning," Song Lingge said irritably.

She wanted to tell Song Jianping, "Do you think you're the only one in trouble? Do you think you can just see other people whenever you want?"

Sorry, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Song Jianping looked at Qiao Nansheng with a puzzled expression, hoping to hear something else from him, that Song Lingge was just saying things out of anger.

Qiao Nansheng simply nodded silently: "They're in a hurry and have to leave. They made time for yesterday because of your invitation, Uncle Song."

Song Jianping then realized that his chance to get closer to the Qiao family had slipped away.

Seeing Song Jianping's frustrated expression, Song Lingge felt secretly pleased.

Qiao Nansheng was afraid that she would burst out laughing, so she changed the subject to the gift from earlier.

"Uncle Song, this is a New Year's gift that Lingge specially gave you. Open it and take a look!"

Song Jianping had no expectations for this gift.

In the past, when Song Lingge came over, she would only bring some cheap things like radishes and pickled vegetables. She never spent any money on anything except changing the locks.

Add to that their father-daughter relationship... it's a complicated story.

So Song Jianping wasn't interested in any New Year's gifts.

However, this time the packaging looks pretty good, but it's probably all show and no substance.

Unable to refuse Qiao Nansheng's enthusiastic recommendation and not wanting to offend him, Song Jianping opened the gift bag.

It looks quite high-end, but is Song Lingge really willing to spend that much?

As Song Jianping opened the box layer by layer, his heart trembled repeatedly.

A cell phone? Was it really a New Year's gift from Song Lingge?

Song Jianping held up his phone and waved it in Song Lingge's direction, but asked Qiao Nansheng instead, "Is this really for me?"

"Fine, don't!" Song Lingge pretended to snatch it away.

"Yes, yes, yes, I just wanted to confirm!" Song Jianping held his phone and quickly moved several steps away from Song Lingge.

My daughter was worth raising.

Although they may have bad tempers, capable people have the right to express their anger.

What's more, mobile phones are so expensive these days, yet Song Lingge was willing to buy one for him.

Regardless of the fact that Song Lingge is also very good at making money.

Looking at Song Lingge, Song Jianping felt more and more that his genes were really good.

Thinking of Song Lingge inevitably brings to mind the daughter he truly loved.

Song Jianping failed to show up last night, and there was a reason for it.

Who knew that Zizai would suddenly develop a high fever, and Zhou Songmei couldn't handle it alone.

Since it was a matter of life and death, he naturally had no choice but to break his promise and take the child to the hospital.

Who knew that this delay would last all night, and the date with the Qiao family was ruined.

He thought that since he was the woman's parent, he could use his position to his advantage and explain things properly next time. He really hadn't expected that what Song Lingge said was true; the Qiao family was indeed in such a hurry to go abroad.

If he had known earlier, he would have rushed over to the hospital after taking the child there, ignoring Zhou Songmei's crying and pitiful behavior.

He later learned that the reason Zhou Songmei wouldn't let him go was because she had no money and needed Song Jianping to pay for it.

Song Jianping laughed in anger.

So all my efforts in treating them, taking care of other people's daughters and grandchildren, have resulted in me being nothing more than a wallet.

Thinking back to how moved he had been by Zhou Songmei's shoddy New Year's Eve dinner, Song Jianping now felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.

If I had known this would happen, even hiring a nanny would have been better than things being like this.

After paying, Song Jianping became increasingly angry and went home without saying a word to Zhou Songmei.

Little did he know that another ancestor was waiting for him at home.

However, he is now willing to serve this ancestor.

"It's almost lunchtime. How about I make a few dishes and the three of us can just make do?" Song Jianping asked obsequiously.

Qiao Nansheng looked at Song Lingge; he dared not agree without her instructions.

Song Jianping cooking? To be honest, it piqued Song Lingge's curiosity.

She had never actually eaten a meal cooked by Song Jianping since she was a child.

Seeing her hesitant expression, Qiao Nansheng, knowing her as he did, knew she had this idea, so he spoke up for her: "Okay, then I'll trouble Uncle Song."

Song Jianping glanced at Song Lingge and, seeing that she had no words of rebuttal, excitedly went into the kitchen.

He had no idea that the storm was about to break.