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

Song Lingge and Qiao Nansheng walked over with puzzled expressions.

Just a few steps from the balcony, Song Jianping retreated back inside, blocking the two of them inside the balcony door as well.

He then pointed downstairs.

Following the direction Song Jianping pointed, Song Lingge saw Zhou Songmei walking towards the entrance of the residential area.

She walked quickly, but without panic, and would occasionally look up at the building.

Song Lingge and the others were inside the house. The glass windows reflected the light, making it impossible to see inside from outside at this time of day, but they could observe the outside very well.

Zhou Songmei looked completely different from how she did at home.

Life is truly like a play, and it all depends on acting skills. On the grand stage of life, everyone is a performing artist.

Song Jianping reverted to his usual amiable demeanor: "I told you, she's a cunning person. She was just pretending. There's no need for you to take her."

The three of them sat back down on the sofa, and Song Jianping said again, "You two are both kind-hearted kids, this isn't good. As the saying goes, you can never be too careful. You should be more careful in society in the future."

Qiao Nansheng obediently replied, "I remember, Uncle Song."

"I'll go cook two dishes and we'll be ready to eat. You two wait a little while!" Song Lingge didn't say anything. Song Jianping felt that the atmosphere wasn't suitable for a deeper conversation, so he made an excuse to leave.

Poor Qiao Nansheng, how could he enjoy the fruits of someone else's labor with a clear conscience? He stood up and said, "Uncle Song, let me help set the table!"

Song Lingge grabbed his arm and said, "Let me go! You sit down for a while."

Having received Song Lingge's instructions, Qiao Nansheng sat down with peace of mind. He knew that Song Lingge definitely had something to ask Song Jianping, so he didn't need to get involved.

Song Lingge followed Song Jianping to the kitchen.

"Didn't Zhou Songmei go to Fang Guanghua? Her child is sick, but Fang Guanghua doesn't care."

Song Jianping left the kitchen door slightly ajar before speaking in a low voice, "Why should we care? That man has another family."

"Whether he has a family or not is their business. Do you want to keep interfering with Zhou Songmei forever?"

"What are you saying? I'm not trying to control her, I just don't want her to bother us! Besides, this is Nansheng's first time visiting our home, and she sees such a joke. What kind of situation is this?"

"I'm just baffled. Did Zhou Songmei catch you doing something wrong? She's done so many inhuman things, and now you're still being so nice to her, even paying her hospital bills. Do you have too much money to burn?"

Song Jianping paused, suppressing his temper, and tried to explain patiently: "Didn't I just say that it's all for Nie Ergou's sake? After all, he and I grew up together. How can you not understand?"

"Am I not understanding? You're the one who's clueless. You should definitely distance yourself from that kind of childhood friend as soon as possible. Why are you still concerned about past friendships? Why don't you treat me and my mother this well?"

Song Jianping threw the small green vegetables in his hand into the basin of water, splashing some water.

Song Lingge always had a way of provoking him.

However, a drop or two of the splashing water landed on his face, and the slight coolness brought him back to his senses. Now was not the time to argue with her.

“I haven’t been caring enough for you before, and I’m trying my best to make up for it now, aren’t I? Can’t you just have a nice meal with me during the New Year? Why do you have to make such a scene? In the end, Zhou Songmei is just an insignificant outsider. It’s better to just spend a little money to get rid of her.”

Song Jianping softened his tone, but at the same time made it clear that he did not want to delve deeper into the topic of Zhou Songmei, so he turned the topic to Song Lingge and Qiao Nansheng.

"I'm not trying to be mean, but you should be nicer to Nansheng. She was such a quiet and well-behaved girl when she was little. How come she's so violent now? I can tell that she's afraid of you and always tries to read your mind."

Song Lingge frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure in her expression, but she didn't show it in her tone: "What if Nan Sheng likes my type?"

"Tsk!" Song Jianping was speechless. After all, this wasn't a child he had raised; he was too rebellious. "I'm a man, I understand men better than you. Every man can be captivated by tenderness. You should show some vulnerability, don't act so arrogant. Let alone men, how many people like to be afraid of others? How many people enjoy living in constant fear..."

If Song Jianping couldn't say anything about Zhou Songmei, Song Lingge didn't want to stand there and let him dictate her feelings, so she picked up her bowl and chopsticks and left the kitchen.

Song Jianping wanted to say something, but the door had already opened, and Song Lingge walked away without any hesitation.

Qiao Nansheng was looking in this direction when he met his gaze, so he could only give Qiao Nansheng an awkward smile.

After setting out the bowls and chopsticks, Song Lingge didn't go back into the kitchen, so Song Jianping had to hurry up and cook the dishes.

Soon, all the dishes were served.

Song Jianping took a bottle of wine out of the cabinet and said with a smile, "It's the New Year, how about some?"

"You drink it yourself, we need to drive later!" Song Lingge refused first.

"Nansheng, what about you?"

Qiao Nansheng stole a glance at Song Lingge, but Song Lingge was only focused on picking up food and didn't look at him.

Song Jianping laughed and joked, "Why are you looking at her? Since she's driving, why don't you have a drink with me?"

After saying that, Song Jianping was about to pour the wine when Song Lingge quickly placed her hand on the rim of the glass: "He can't drink either, his colleagues have a dinner party tonight."

Whether it's an excuse or not doesn't matter; what matters is that Song Lingge doesn't want Qiao Nansheng to drink now.

"Yes, this is a gathering that was arranged before the New Year," Qiao Nansheng explained cooperatively.

Song Jianping withdrew his hand and poured himself a glass in a sullen voice.

To be honest, he was a little annoyed. Neither his daughter nor his son-in-law gave him any face. He had to be very careful around them, which was far less comfortable than when he was in front of Zhou Songmei and the others. But he could only deal with this inexplicable feeling on his own.

Who made him covet his daughter and son-in-law even more?

As expected of Song Jianping, his expression changed faster than a Sichuan opera face-changing act.

His face crinkled with wrinkles when he smiled, and as he served food to Qiao Nansheng, he said, "There's not much food, just eat whatever you like. Nansheng, don't be shy!"

After serving Qiao Nansheng a piece of braised goose, she didn't forget to serve Song Lingge a piece as well.

Song Lingge hesitated for a moment when she looked at the braised goose in the bowl, but the next second Qiao Nansheng put the braised goose into his own bowl.

Qiao Nansheng said with a smile, "Lingge doesn't like goose meat, but I do."

Song Jianping then picked up another piece of braised beef for Song Lingge.

Perhaps everyone was preoccupied with their own thoughts, so the meal tasted bland and tasted like cardboard. Everyone ate very little and finished quickly.

After lunch, Song Lingge and Qiao Nansheng made an excuse to leave Hele Manor.

Unbeknownst to them, shortly after they left, a figure quietly slipped back in.