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

While Song Jianping was cooking, Qiao Nansheng couldn't sit still, so he assisted him from the kitchen doorway.

However, ever since Song Jianping learned of Qiao Nansheng's identity, he had never dared to order him around. Even when Qiao Nansheng volunteered, he only assigned him simple tasks, such as peeling garlic.

It was just a small family with only a few people eating, so they didn't need too much garlic. After peeling the garlic, Qiao Nansheng had nothing to do, so he stood at the door and chatted with Song Jianping casually.

The conversation undoubtedly revolved around the Qiao and Qin families, as well as Qiao Nansheng's work.

After learning about Qiao Nansheng's job, Song Jianping valued him even more, repeatedly telling him that the kitchen was smoky and asking him to go to the living room.

"Does your dad really know how to cook?" Qiao Nansheng whispered to Song Lingge as they returned to the living room.

As if to verify Qiao Nansheng's conjecture, a symphony of pots and pans clattering came from the kitchen.

Song Lingge frowned and shook her head. Actually, she was surprised when Song Jianping volunteered to cook.

In any case, she had never eaten a meal cooked by her father.

However, Song Jianping should know how to cook. Song Lingge guessed that it was probably the kind of food that one person could eat, such as noodles or fried rice.

Sure enough, a short while later, Song Jianping came out of the kitchen, taking off his apron as he said, "I'm going downstairs to buy a couple of braised dishes, the three of us can make do with this!"

Qiao Nansheng stood up: "Uncle Song, why don't I go?"

Song Jianping waved for him to sit down: "If you don't know which restaurant is good, I'll go by myself and be back soon. You guys sit and watch TV for a while."

From beginning to end, Song Lingge just sat there eating sunflower seeds, acting as if it were none of her business.

Sometimes it's really strange; when you're full of goodwill, others just think you're easy to bully.

On the contrary, she became impolite, while others changed their tune and treated her politely.

Song Jianping is a typical example.

It's really pathetic to think about it.

Seeing Qiao Nansheng's hesitant look, Song Lingge pulled him down to sit: "What are you trying to prove in front of him? Just sit still."

Qiao Nansheng smiled helplessly. He wasn't putting on an act in front of Song Jianping just because Song Jianping was Song Lingge's father.

Rather, it was a habit formed from childhood, and his upbringing made it impossible for him to accept it with a clear conscience.

"I know what you're thinking, but Song Jianping doesn't deserve it!" Song Lingge's tone was icy.

Out of a sense of responsibility as a daughter, she couldn't abandon Song Jianping.

However, if Song Jianping is truly involved in Zhao Jueyu's death...

Song Lingge dared not think further, and could only encourage herself in her heart that she must find out the truth as soon as possible.

Sometimes I really don't know if being reborn is a good thing or a bad thing. When she was first reborn, she was overjoyed.

She was like a chosen one, reborn before she was married and had children, able to make amends for her past life.

However, making amends for one problem only creates new regrets.

The death of Zhao Jueyu dealt a blow to Song Lingge no less than that to Fang Xingxing.

If she was a good-for-nothing in her past life, unable to protect her child and as stupid as a pig, she would have caused her own death.

What about this life? Despite all the precautions, Zhao Jueyu was still lost.

Only she herself knew how helpless and powerless she felt during that defeat.

"Don't think too much, everything will be alright." Qiao Nansheng squeezed her hand.

If he didn't separate her hands, Song Lingge's fingernails would almost dig into her flesh.

"Boom boom boom——"

It must be Song Jianping who has returned.

After Song Lingge composed herself, Qiao Nansheng went to open the door.

"What's wrong?" Qiao Nansheng opened the door but stood there without coming in, so Song Lingge couldn't help but ask.

Qiao Nansheng's lips moved slightly, as if he was thinking about how to start the conversation.

Seeing his hesitant look, Song Lingge was too lazy to wait and simply walked over.

……

Song Jianping bought braised pig ears, braised beef, and a braised goose, and headed home excitedly.

He was thinking to himself that since he had bought so many braised dishes, he could just cook two more vegetarian dishes at home: one stir-fried greens and one stir-fried eggs with chives, and also make a seaweed and egg drop soup.

This was the first time Qiao Nansheng had eaten at home, so he couldn't let it seem too shabby.

Three people, three meat dishes, two vegetable dishes, and a soup—that's about right.

I had a casual chat with Qiao Nansheng today. Song Jianping asked every question with a purpose, which is why I discovered that Qiao Nansheng not only comes from a good family, but is also very outstanding.

In terms of her taste in men, Song Lingge was far superior to Zhou Songmei.

Compared to Qiao Nansheng, what is Fang Guanghua?

Song Jianping increasingly felt that he should use his fatherly love to influence Song Lingge, and that it was really not worth the effort to deal with certain unrelated people.

Behind Song Lingge are the Zhao family, the Qiao family, and even the Qin family.

Song Jianping imagined his future life to be more and more wonderful, and he even hummed a little tune when he took out his key to open the door.

However, the moment he stepped inside, he felt an inexplicable sense of oppression.

The little tune he was humming abruptly stopped.

Seeing the situation at home, he nervously swallowed, and veins bulged on his forehead.

After entering the house, he put his things on the dining table, trying to appear calm, before sitting down in the living room.

He didn't expect Song Lingge to come today, but since she's already here, it doesn't matter if she sees that someone has stayed in the second bedroom. He'll just make up an excuse to get out of it.

However, he never expected things to turn out this way.

Why did Zhou Songmei come back instead of visiting her child at the hospital?

If the two of them hadn't met, everything would be fine, but now, how can he possibly turn the situation around with his silver tongue?

At this moment, Song Lingge and Qiao Nansheng were sitting on a three-seater sofa, while Zhou Songmei was sitting in the single seat furthest away.

This is the scene that Song Jianping saw when he entered the room.

Instead of sitting next to Song Lingge, he sat alone on the other side of the table.

He didn't dare look at Song Lingge, knowing full well that she wouldn't give him a friendly look.

He could only glance at Qiao Nansheng, hoping to glean some information from him. However, Qiao Nansheng remained calm and composed, revealing nothing. Truly a diplomat, incredibly composed.

Finally, Song Jianping's gaze fell on Zhou Songmei.

That look in his eyes was filled with resentment and anger, and Zhou Songmei even felt a venomous hatred that wanted to tear her apart.

Zhou Songmei felt extremely wronged.

She came to spend the New Year with Song Jianping, being humble and even cooking. In the past, she wouldn't have needed to do these things.

She once felt that she had made a brilliant move, which had inadvertently brought her and Song Jianping closer together.

However, once Song Lingge arrived, all her efforts became in vain.

It's all Song Lingge's fault; she's always ruining her plans.

No one dared to speak first, and the room was filled with an eerie silence.

"What is she doing here?" It was Song Lingge who finally broke the ice.