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

Xia Jiaojiao's death was a huge shock to Zhang Binbin.

Seeing their son's distraught state, Zhang's parents were heartbroken.

But what they felt most was relief. They were relieved that Xia Jiaojiao's accident happened quickly, before they went to the Xia family, thus saving face for them.

No wonder they thought that way; they didn't know what was happening at Deyunlou at first.

Zhang Binbin wanted to marry Xia Jiaojiao, and in such a hurry. They all thought the two were in love, but who knew that such a shameful thing happened at Deyunlou.

So they were not happy about this sudden marriage, but they didn't know how to tell their son.

The elderly couple finally breathed a sigh of relief when they heard the news of Xia Jiaojiao's death.

Zhang Binbin simply couldn't understand their psychology, just as they couldn't understand their son.

To prevent Zhang Binbin from doing anything foolish, his parents watched over him day and night during that period.

Fortunately, they knew their son was no good, so Zhang Binbin's hiring of people to ambush Song Lingge was quickly exposed to them.

Zhang's father took all of Zhang Binbin's money and cards, and even locked his phone, in order to prevent Zhang Binbin from continuing to do bad things.

Pity the parents of the world.

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Song Lingge was unaware of what had happened to the Zhang family. If she had known earlier, she wouldn't have had to hide at home in fear for so long.

That's how people are; they only realize the value of freedom when it's restricted.

For the next period of time, even without these external interferences, Song Lingge stayed at home writing and did not feel that she had lost her freedom at all.

One afternoon, Song Lingge was reading in her room.

Lin Xiuzhi brought in a plate of strawberries. "Take a break and have some fruit."

Song Lingge put down her book and rubbed her eyes: "Thank you, Grandma."

Unlike usual, Lin Xiuzhi did not leave after putting down the fruit. Instead, she sat down on the bed next to her, hesitant, as if she had something to say.

Song Lingge's thoughts were completely focused on the storyline, and she didn't notice Lin Xiuzhi was still in the room for a while.

It wasn't until Lin Xiuzhi couldn't help coughing that Song Lingge turned around and called out to her in surprise, "Grandma?"

Lin Xiuzhi was slightly embarrassed and murmured, "Did I disturb you? I'll go down now."

After saying that, she was about to get up when Song Lingge turned to face her and said with a smile, "I'm a little tired after writing for so long. Why don't you chat with me for a while?"

When Song Lingge was writing upstairs, Lin Xiuzhi and Zhao Zhangguo would never come upstairs to disturb her.

He's been up here for so long today, and he's been sitting silently in the back without saying a word. You can tell he's got something on his mind.

Although they were supposed to be having a chat, Song Lingge couldn't really find any topics to talk about for a while. But seeing her grandmother's slightly furrowed brows, she knew that she had to do it herself to get the conversation going.

"Grandma, I've run into a problem lately. There's a plot point in my novel that I feel isn't quite profound enough. Could you give me some pointers?"

In those days, if Song Lingge didn't find a job after graduating from a proper university, she would be gossiped about. However, she gained fame early on through her writing, so everyone treated writing as a legitimate career.

Moreover, even if Song Lingge doesn't go out to work, she still has a restaurant and a KTV.

Now that she can fully pursue her passion, Zhao Zhangguo and Lin Xiuzhi wholeheartedly support her. They won't interfere in her life and are more than happy to provide inspiration and material for her novels.

Sure enough, as soon as Lin Xiuzhi heard her words, she began to consider her situation: "What kind of plot?"

Song Lingge got up and sat down next to Lin Xiuzhi on the bed: "There's a grandmother in the novel who loves her granddaughter very much, but when problems arise, she's always afraid of bothering her granddaughter and won't say it directly. The granddaughter always has to guess, and sometimes she guesses wrong, which is very difficult for her."

Lin Xiuzhi then realized what was happening, but since Song Lingge hadn't encountered any problems with her writing, she felt relieved.

"You child, you can't hide anything from me."

Song Lingge linked her arm with Lin Xiuzhi's, tilted her head on her shoulder, and said coquettishly, "Since you can't hide anything from me, then why don't you tell me the truth? Grandma, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's just about your dad."

"My Father?"

Song Lingge was genuinely surprised.

After Zhao Jueyu's death, Song Jianping's name became a sensitive topic in the Zhao family; no one would mention it. Especially the two elders of the Zhao family, as long as Song Lingge was around, they assumed that he, like Zhao Jueyu, was already dead.

However, today, Lin Xiuzhi brought up Song Jianping on her own initiative, which surprised Song Lingge. Since her unpleasant encounter with Song Jianping at the Song family home, Song Lingge had not visited him again.

The father and daughter are now practically strangers.

Song Lingge was already harboring resentment, and even considered severing ties with Song Jianping. If he didn't take the initiative to contact her, she would never contact him again.

So today, when Song Lingge heard about Song Jianping from Lin Xiuzhi, she felt a mix of emotions.

"Have you been in contact with him recently?" Lin Xiuzhi asked.

Song Lingge shook her head: "I went there once last time, but it didn't go very well, so I haven't been back since."

On one hand, Song Lingge didn't care much about her father, and on the other hand, she felt that Zhou Songmei's affair had been exposed, and that Song Jianping must have lost his mind to believe that woman's words again.

Lin Xiuzhi didn't answer, but her face looked very bad, and her hesitant expression made anyone feel that something was wrong.

"What kind of trouble has he caused this time?" Song Lingge asked.

Lin Xiuzhi glanced at her, hesitated, and said, "Don't rush. I don't know if I'm overthinking it. A couple of days ago, your grandfather and I went to Song Shi Ji for dinner, and I think I saw your father there."

"Song Shi Ji? He's probably going to freeload again!" Song Lingge said dismissively.

Lin Xiuzhi shook her head thoughtfully: "It doesn't seem like it."

"Feeling?" Song Lingge knew that Lin Xiuzhi would never make wild guesses; she must have discovered something. So she guided her by asking, "Grandma, why don't you tell me what happened from the beginning?"

“After we got into the private room, I told your grandfather to stay there while I went to talk to your aunt. After the waiter gave me directions, I went to find your aunt by myself, only to hear her and her brother arguing in the room.”

"Did you hear something?" Song Lingge asked anxiously.

She remembered that Song Jianmei seemed a bit off lately. She hadn't thought much of it before, but now that Lin Xiuzhi brought it up, it might be related to Song Jianping.

“How could I possibly eavesdrop on the conversation between the brother and sister? So I went back and left without even having dinner with your grandfather.”

"Then why are you suddenly telling me this?" Song Lingge asked.

“After I came back, I kept thinking that something was wrong and I was worried that Jianmei was being bullied.”