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

After Song Lingge finished speaking, she didn't turn back and took Song Jianmei's arm as they walked upstairs.

"What kind of attitude is this? Is this acceptable?" Song Jianping roared from behind.

Song Lingge didn't want to pay attention, but Song Jianmei tugged at her sleeve and glanced towards the door.

This is a business that's open for business, and there are employees outside who seem to enjoy watching the drama unfold. It's not good to make a fool of ourselves in front of others.

Song Lingge was surprised to find that Song Jianmei had changed a lot and was paying more attention to the big picture.

Come to think of it, although they are both bosses, Song Jianmei has put far more effort into Song Shi Ji than she has.

Finally, Song Lingge turned to Song Jianping and said, "We can talk about it later. You're supposed to be the principal of a top-tier middle school. Do you really have to make a fool of yourself in public?"

The newly renovated private rooms on the second floor are very private and have excellent soundproofing. Song Lingge went upstairs intending to clarify things there.

After hearing her words, Song Jianping noticed the person peeping outside the door.

Compared to everyone else here, he used to be the one who cared the most about his reputation.

It's not that he doesn't care about his reputation anymore, it's just that he's come to ask for money so many times that people have already laughed at him, so he's just given up.

However, Song Lingge's words today made his heart tremble.

How did he, the principal of a key middle school, end up like this?

The current Song Jianping is the kind of person that even he finds annoying.

He followed Song Lingge and Song Jianmei numbly, his head down, only able to see that Song Lingge was wearing a pair of white sneakers, her light pink cotton dress fluttering with her steps, her slender ankles appearing and disappearing, and every step she took was firm.

Song Jianping couldn't help but slowly raise his head, wanting to peek at the daughter he had always ignored by looking at Song Lingge's back.

How did she go from being ignored by him to standing in front of him, and then to the heights he can no longer reach?

If it weren't for those people, if those things hadn't happened, his family would definitely be the envy of many, and that would be the life Song Jianping wanted most.

however……

He didn't dare to continue thinking about it.

His thoughts wandered, and his foot slipped. Song Jianping wasn't paying attention to his footing and almost fell, but luckily he grabbed the railing next to him and regained his balance.

He took a deep breath, thankful that he was still vigorous despite his age and that his skills had not declined with age.

He's not refusing to accept getting old; he simply can't afford to get old.

Hearing the noise, Song Lingge and Song Jianmei turned around. Their faces showed doubt but no worry. Seeing that Song Jianping was unharmed, they walked back to the private room.

Song Jianping felt a tremendous sense of loss.

The woman in front of him was his biological daughter, and the woman was his biological sister, yet they were indifferent to him.

This feeling is absolutely awful.

But he couldn't say anything or complain.

Upon entering the private room, Song Lingge said to Song Jianping, "I'll go downstairs to give some instructions and be right back. If you have anything to say, wait until I get back and tell me. Don't keep bothering your aunt."

Song Lingge went downstairs to assign tasks to the employees, telling them not to go to the second floor unless absolutely necessary.

An older employee pulled her aside and quietly told her that Song Jianping had come to the store many times, and each time it had caused a very unpleasant incident.

Only then did Song Lingge realize how much injustice Song Jianmei had suffered in places she had overlooked.

She inevitably carried her emotions and hurried back to the second floor.

Song Jianmei sat in the same spot where she had been helped to sit earlier, and Song Jianping also sat down, with Song Jianmei and Song Jianping sitting opposite each other at the round table.

Song Lingge sat down next to Song Jianmei, looking straight at Song Jianping, trying to calm her surging emotions.

Feeling uneasy under her gaze, Song Jianping coughed and spoke first to maintain his precarious authority: "How have you become so rude? Is this how your grandparents taught you?"

Song Lingge glanced at Song Jianping: "My father is still alive, so how can the responsibility be blamed on my maternal grandparents?"

Song Jianping was speechless.

"I suppose you didn't come here today to argue with your aunt about my education. Since that's the case, let's not waste any more words. Just tell me why you came today?"

Song Lingge's tone was very cold, and Song Jianping felt that she had changed a lot.

Actually, Song Lingge hasn't changed; she's just come to terms with things.

Even after being reborn, she still took many detours as before.

She originally thought she could seize this opportunity, strike first, and punish those who had hurt her in her past life. However, life isn't a feel-good movie; there are always various entanglements that make you hesitate and be timid.

She still can't understand why Zhao Jueyu, who lived a long and peaceful life in his previous life, died so young in this life.

She even pessimistically felt that it was the butterfly effect caused by her rebirth that changed their original life trajectories.

In her past life, she lost Fang Xingxing; in this life, she lost Zhao Jueyu.

Each time, I experience heart-wrenching pain and unbearable grief. Isn't this another kind of purgatory?

Having figured this out, Song Lingge no longer clung to her past life. She only wanted to live this life well and avoid causing an irreparable situation because of herself.

The life she planned did not include Song Jianping.

Therefore, she no longer planned to disguise herself in various ways to try and gather information from him, as she had done before.

Her direct question made Song Jianping even more embarrassed to speak.

Are you suggesting he admit to his own daughter that he came to ask his sister for money?

Perhaps Song Lingge's arrival gave Song Jianmei some inexplicable strength, and she spoke up: "I've lost count of how many times they've come to ask for money. Sometimes it's three or five thousand, sometimes it's a few hundred, and they've never come empty-handed."

"Song Jianmei, is this really necessary?" Song Jianping started yelling before Song Jianmei could finish speaking.

He felt guilty.

Song Jianmei wanted to argue, but Song Lingge stopped her.

"It can't be that bad? Then tell me what happened? Is what Auntie said false?" Song Lingge asked.

The two women stopped pressing him, but their gazes toward him were indifferent and resolute, as if they were looking at a poor, miserly relative who always came to freeload, someone they despised and only wanted to distance themselves from.

“I did come to collect the money, but that was all I was entitled to. Doesn’t she ever think about how every time she came to see me in previous years, she always took something from home and some money? Besides, without us, could she have opened such a big shop?”

"She can still run this shop without you, what does it have to do with you?"

Song Jianping looked embarrassed and retorted, "You opened it for her, so aren't we family?"

"Why don't you go call the police and ask the officer if this store has anything to do with you?" Song Lingge was too lazy to argue and simply threw out this sentence.

"Lingge, what do you mean by this?"

“That’s exactly what I meant. This is a shop that my aunt and I run together, and it has nothing to do with you. My aunt has tolerated you out of consideration for our sibling relationship. I didn’t know before, so I let it go. But now that I know, I can’t just sit idly by. If you keep causing trouble, we’ll go to court and see who’s right and who’s wrong.”