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

Because of Song Lingge, Lin Xiuzhi genuinely regarded Song Jianmei as family.

Although she didn't get too close that day, she could still hear Song Jianping's roaring voice from a great distance.

The more unreasonable a person is, the louder they shout.

So after returning, Lin Xiuzhi felt increasingly uneasy, worried that Song Jianping would bully Song Jianmei, and regretted that she hadn't gone to support Song Jianmei back then.

Song Lingge reassured Lin Xiuzhi, saying, "It's alright, I'll go to the shop later and take a look. Why don't you come with me?"

"No, let's not. You should have a good talk with Jianmei. If we all go, it won't be convenient for us to talk."

Song Lingge nodded in agreement, unaware of the specifics of what had happened. If everyone went, given Song Jianmei's temperament, she would definitely keep everything to herself and refuse to say a word.

"The shop is busy tonight, so I'll go early tomorrow morning. I can also give Nansheng a ride to work on the way."

~ ~ ~

Early the next morning.

"Have you eaten? I brought you some brown sugar glutinous rice cakes made by your grandma." After getting into the car, Qiao Nansheng handed Song Lingge a lunchbox.

Song Lingge gestured towards the back seat with her chin and said with a smile, "Grandma asked me to bring you meat buns."

Qiao Nansheng took it from the back seat, knowing that Song Lingge was going to drive him home in the morning, so he didn't eat breakfast at home.

"Grandma Lin's steamed buns are still the best."

"Don't let Grandma Hu hear you say that, she'll definitely regret being so good to your eldest grandson!" Song Lingge put away the lunchbox; she had already eaten breakfast.

"What's wrong with that? Grandma Lin makes the best meat buns, but my maternal grandmother makes the best glutinous rice cakes!"

"You're such a master of balancing things, you have something to say about everything," Song Lingge complained.

After spending a long time with Qiao Nansheng, you'll find that this man is completely different from when you first met him.

Her aloof and arrogant academic genius male college student is ultimately far away.

"I haven't even said anything to you yet. What brings you here today to drive me to work?"

Song Lingge likes to write late at night when it's quiet, so she usually doesn't get up early in the morning and sleeps until she naturally wakes up.

When I asked Qiao Nansheng to take me to work last night, it really surprised him for a long time.

Song Lingge relayed Lin Xiuzhi's concerns to him.

"How about I take a day off and go with you?" Qiao Nansheng frowned slightly.

It concerned Song Jianping, and he was worried about Song Lingge.

"No—stop! I can't hold back our country's best future diplomat! Besides, I don't know what it's about yet. I'll go check it out first. If it's something important, I'll call you."

"Okay, I have a meeting this morning. Message me if you need anything."

"Okay, go ahead and eat your steamed bun. It won't be very hot when you take it out."

After dropping Qiao Nansheng off, Song Lingge went to the new house that Song Jianmei had bought, but unexpectedly Song Jianmei was not home so early, so she went to Song Shiji instead.

The door to Song Shi Ji was ajar, but several waiters were gathered outside.

"What are you all looking at? Why don't you go inside?" Song Lingge's tone became stern without her realizing it, and she had a very bad feeling.

Everyone turned around and saw it was her. One of the waiters mustered up the courage to point inside the door: "The boss's wife is..."

However, he hesitated and couldn't explain it clearly for a long time.

Song Lingge had no patience to listen any longer, so she simply stepped forward herself. When the crowd saw her coming, they all stepped aside, leaving her a clear path.

Pushing open the door, Song Lingge found the lobby empty. She turned around and looked at everyone suspiciously.

The waiter pointed to a small storage room near the kitchen, and Song Lingge understood and walked towards it.

Before even reaching the door, the sound of arguing could be heard.

"I think you're a complete ingrate. Don't you even remember how much I've spent on you before? When you asked me for money before, did I ever ask you all these questions like you do?"

The voice was deep and powerful, full of confidence; those unaware of the situation might have thought it was someone coming to collect a debt.

Song Jianmei either didn't speak or spoke very softly, so Song Lingge didn't hear her voice at all.

As she approached the door of the storage room, Song Lingge decided to eavesdrop for a while longer, otherwise she wouldn't know how to broach the subject if she wanted to take sides.

"I won't say anything else, just give me back all the money I gave you in previous years in cash," Song Jianping said matter-of-factly.

"How much have you taken from me during this time? Brother, don't you have any idea? If we're really talking about it, I've already paid back almost everything you gave me before."

Song Lingge then heard Song Jianmei's voice; perhaps she was furious, her tone was very agitated.

Song Jianping sneered: "Song Jianmei, you really have the nerve to say that. If it weren't for me, would you be alive to open this shop now? Besides, this shop isn't even yours. At most, you're just my daughter's housekeeper, helping her look after the shop. I'm giving you money as a favor. Don't be so ungrateful."

Song Lingge couldn't help but roll her eyes. How could Song Jianping have the nerve to say such a thing?

She pushed the door open forcefully, and the entire door slammed against the wall with a dull thud.

Both Song Jianping and Song Jianmei were taken aback.

Song Jianmei wiped away her tears and walked over: "Lingge, what brings you here?"

Song Lingge then noticed that her eyes were already red, and she didn't know how long she had been crying.

"I was saying I'd come early to see you today, but I didn't expect that besides you, there would be someone else who cares about our shop and came even earlier." Song Lingge's tone was unfriendly, and she emphasized the words "our shop".

Sure enough, upon hearing her sarcastic tone, Song Jianping was very displeased: "Have you wasted your time studying? Who do you think you are? You have no manners at all."

Song Lingge didn't answer him. Instead, she helped Song Jianmei walk out of the storage room, saying as they went, "Auntie, haven't I told you many times? You're the star of our shop. Customers value your skills. You need to take better care of yourself. Now that things are finally going well, don't overwork yourself. Why did you come so early? To argue with someone?"

Song Jianmei knew that Song Lingge was angry with Song Jianping and was standing up for her, so she stopped talking.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Song Jianping lost face and shouted even more angrily, "Song Lingge, have you forgotten your own surname?"

Upon hearing her name, Song Lingge turned around and said, "My surname is Song, Dad—didn't you just call me Song Lingge?"

"You still know I'm your father?" Song Jianping snorted coldly, but his tone was no longer as angry as when he spoke to Song Jianmei.

“I’ve always known,” Song Lingge said sadly, looking at him. “But it seems like you don’t know who your daughter is, Dad.”

Song Jianping was speechless, unsure how to respond.

“This restaurant is a joint venture between my aunt and me, and my aunt is the rightful owner. As my father and her brother, we have no objection to you coming to eat here. But please don’t say things like what you did today.”