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

Qiao Nansheng's words alerted Song Lingge.

Song Jianping is the principal of a key middle school. Song Lingge's food, clothing, housing and transportation expenses have all been provided by the Zhao family since she was a child. It is hard to imagine that he would be short of money.

According to Song Jianmei, Song Jianping has come many times.

What exactly did Song Jianping do to require so much money?

She was so caught up in the storm of severing ties with her family and worrying about Song Jianmei's choice that she overlooked such an important issue.

"What's wrong?" Qiao Nansheng asked with concern.

He noticed every change in Song Lingge's expression.

“My aunt said my dad came to ask for it many times.”

"Did you give it to them?"

“They’ve given it to me before, but they didn’t this time because I came.”

How much do you want?

"Sometimes it's three to five thousand, and sometimes it's several hundred."

Song Lingge and Qiao Nansheng exchanged a glance; when you calculate it this way, it really is a considerable sum.

What exactly was Song Jianping's purpose in borrowing money?

Why would a middle-aged widower like him need to spend so much money?

Song Lingge frowned, feeling both annoyed and disgusted. This man was truly a troublemaker, even in his old age.

"Didn't Grandpa Sun call you?" Qiao Nansheng asked.

"We haven't been in touch for a long time, and I visit less often now, so they might not be willing to help me anymore."

If you visit less often, you'll receive fewer gifts, and it's only natural that people won't help you.

"Shall we go and take a look at Hele Manor now?"

Qiao Nansheng took the initiative to ask, because he was really worried about Song Lingge always acting alone.

Song Lingge raised her wrist and glanced at her watch: "I definitely won't have time during lunch break, I'll go by myself!"

"No way!" Qiao Nansheng refused decisively.

Song Lingge then realized he was still angry, so she smiled and coaxed him, "I can't let you be late for work, so I'll just go to the gate and ask. If anything happens... no, whether anything happens or not, I'll call you, okay?"

"Don't go to see your dad alone. If you really want to go, wait until I take leave and we go together, or you can ask Jingchu to come along."

"Let me go ask Grandpa Sun first!"

Grandpa Sun wasn't such a snob; since he didn't call, it must mean that Song Jianping hadn't done anything wrong.

“Okay, remember not to act on your own. If you do this again, I’ll really get angry,” Qiao Nansheng said sternly.

Her attitude was firm, and her words were stern, but for some reason, Song Lingge felt a warmth welling up inside her.

After buying jianbing guozi (Chinese savory crepes) and dropping Qiao Nansheng off at work, Song Lingge drove alone to Hele Manor.

She was chewing on a jianbing guozi (Chinese crepe), which was so delicious, but she couldn't taste it.

In the end, the father and daughter still ended up taking that step.

With his mind wandering, he soon arrived at Hele Manor.

Song Lingge remembered that when she and Zhao Jueyu came to look at houses before, they compared many different neighborhoods before finally choosing this one. At that time, she and Zhao Jueyu even imagined the wonderful life they would have in their new house.

However, things didn't go as planned. Neither of the mother and daughter ever lived in the house they had carefully chosen.

"Knock knock knock—" Someone knocked on the car window.

Song Lingge snapped out of her daze and rolled down the car window.

"Young lady, it's you! I haven't seen you in so long." It was Grandpa Sun.

"Grandpa Sun."

"Park the car where I told you before, otherwise..."

Following Grandpa Sun's gaze, Song Lingge realized that she was blocking the middle of the road, with several cars already piled up behind her.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention just now." Song Lingge said apologetically.

You should concentrate while driving and not be careless in the slightest.

"Okay, you go ahead, I'll come find you later."

After making the appointment with Grandpa Sun, Song Lingge drove to their usual spot. It was close to the building where the Song family lived, yet inconspicuous.

After parking her car, Song Lingge's eyes involuntarily glanced towards the Song family's house. The doors and windows leading to the balcony, as well as the bedroom windows, were all tightly closed.

Song Lingge and Zhao Jueyu didn't like this when they were alive. They liked to open the doors and windows to ventilate the room and bask in the sunshine when the weather was nice.

These small habits in life, though seemingly insignificant, can actually influence two people who spend every day together.

If Zhao Jueyu could have noticed from these little habits that she and Song Jianping were not a good match, perhaps there wouldn't have been so many grudges and entanglements later on.

Song Lingge only understood these things after she was reborn.

Zhao Jueyu and Song Jianping, and she and Fang Guanghua, aren't they just another pair of ill-fated couples?

"My wife was talking about you the other day. She made some pickled cabbage and asked me to bring it to you. It's nothing valuable, but it's homemade and clean," Grandpa Sun said apologetically as he approached.

"Then I won't stand on ceremony, thank you very much. It just so happens that my family really likes sauerkraut fish."

Grandpa Sun meant well, and Song Lingge didn't need to be polite.

"You haven't been here for so long, I thought you had moved away."

"How could that be? Although I don't live here, my dad has always lived here."

"Your father? He hasn't been back for a long time. I haven't seen him recently."

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

Song Jianping hasn't been home for a long time? How is that possible? It's also impossible for him to leave his new home and move back to Nanzhou Middle School.

"Uncle Sun, are you sure?"

Grandpa Sun thought carefully for a while: "It was during the Spring Festival that you came here with that young man. I saw you a few more times after that, and then it seems like I haven't seen you since. I thought you had moved away."

After recalling and confirming the information, Grandpa Sun was quite certain.

Knowing that asking again wouldn't yield any results, Song Lingge said, "I'll go up and check later. Thank you, Grandpa Sun."

Grandpa Sun felt very apologetic towards the tax bureau: "I should have said I'd keep an eye out for you, but..."

"Uncle Sun, please don't say that. You've already helped me a lot."

After saying goodbye to Grandpa Sun, Song Lingge went upstairs alone, each step heavy. Her mind was a jumbled mess, and she felt as if she had overlooked some details.

Upon arriving at the door, one doesn't even need to take out a key; just by looking at the lock, one can tell that Song Jianping has changed the lock again.

Song Lingge took out her phone and dialed the number.

It took a long time before the other end answered.

"Why are you calling me?" Song Jianping asked in a very displeased tone.

"Where are you?"

"Why are you asking this? Do you expect me to explain to you where I am?"

"I have something to ask you."

"What do you want from me? Just say it over the phone!"

“Say it to my face. Where are you? I’ll come find you.” Song Lingge didn’t back down at all.

"At home, where else could I be?"

A cold smile appeared on Song Lingge's lips. He's at home? Then where is she now?

"Okay, I'll be right there."

Song Lingge hung up the phone and decided to wait there. She wanted to see where her father would come from to open the door for her.