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

To be honest, Song Lingge owns two houses in Hele Manor, but she feels no sense of belonging here.

She had put so much effort into buying the house, and her original plan was to live with Zhao Jueyu and Song Jianping for a few years, and then renovate the other house after she finished working, to use it as her own studio apartment.

As it turns out... things are unpredictable.

Looking down from the corridor, the greenery has grown, and it's no longer as bare as it was at the beginning. To be fair, the landscaping at Hele Manor is quite good, which was one of the reasons they chose this community in the first place.

At that time, she and Zhao Jueyu envisioned a peaceful and beautiful life together after moving in, where the mother and daughter would go for a walk every evening after dinner to aid digestion. Just imagining it evoked a sense of everyday life.

Song Lingge heard a series of hurried footsteps.

She glanced down at her watch. It seemed that Song Jianping lived not too far from here, and judging by the time, he definitely didn't come from Nanzhou Middle School.

The footsteps grew closer and slower.

Song Lingge didn't turn around. She was so considerate; she would definitely give her habitually lying father enough time to think about what excuse he could come up with that wouldn't seem abrupt.

"Lingge, how did you get here so fast?" Song Jianping's hesitant voice rang out.

It seems he hasn't come up with an excuse yet, but he's already planning to strike first.

Song Lingge then turned to face him and calmly said, "I had an appointment to meet a friend, and since it was so close by, I thought I'd come and take a look."

It turned out he hadn't come specifically to see him. For some reason, Song Lingge sensed that Song Jianping seemed to have breathed a sigh of relief.

"Alright, alright, let's go inside then!" Song Jianping nervously took out his keys and opened the door.

"You changed the lock again? Why would you change the lock for no reason? Are you trying to keep me away?" Song Lingge wouldn't let go of any opportunity to make things difficult for him.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Why would I be wary of you? The lock broke last time, so I replaced it. You see, the spare key is right here. I was thinking of giving you another one when you come over. Take it if you want." Song Jianping took a key from the cabinet in the entryway.

However, he didn't hand it to Song Lingge; he simply slapped it onto the cabinet. Song Lingge could take it if she wanted, or leave it there if she didn't.

The purpose was obvious; the money wasn't given out of genuine willingness.

Song Lingge didn't give in at all, and put the keys in her bag.

Song Jianping's lips twitched slightly, but he ultimately pursed them and said nothing.

After entering the house, Song Lingge frowned, covered her nose, and opened the window. She felt much better after breathing in the fresh air.

I don't know how long it's been since Song Jianping lived here; it already smells of decay.

Song Lingge's actions made him feel a little guilty and embarrassed, so he explained, "I live alone, I'm not that particular."

Having no one living there has nothing to do with being unhygienic.

Song Lingge neither refuted nor replied to him, but went to the sofa, dusted herself off, and sat down.

Compared to her composure, Song Jianping seemed like a guest, awkward and unsure of what to do.

"Why are you asking your aunt for money? Are you short of money?" Song Lingge asked directly.

Song Jianping stood while she sat, making him appear like a child listening to a lecture. So Song Jianping also sat down on the sofa, reclaiming his sense of ownership.

"Look at what you're saying, you're clearly someone who hasn't experienced the hardships of life. What do you mean I'm short of money? Is there anyone in this world who would complain about having too much money?" Song Jianping said confidently.

No one in the world would complain about having too much money, but it doesn't make sense to ask others for money when you're short of it.

"So you went to your aunt to ask for money?" Song Lingge's tone was full of disdain.

Being scolded by his own daughter in such a disdainful tone, Song Jianping looked embarrassed.

"You know what your aunt's family was like a few years ago. I've helped her a lot, both openly and secretly. Now that she's prospered thanks to your help, what's wrong with her giving me a little something in return? Is it something to make such a fuss about?"

Song Jianping became more and more excited as he spoke, and stood up and paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, saying, "Your grandparents passed away early, and I practically raised her. As the saying goes, the eldest brother is like a father, so your aunt has to be filial to me."

"I'm not trying to criticize you, but you need to be more discerning with outsiders. You can't be too honest when helping others. That shop is so profitable, you should manage it more and not leave everything to your aunt. You can't see into someone's heart, no wonder she saved enough money to buy a house in such a short time."

If she hadn't heard it with her own ears, Song Lingge wouldn't have believed that it was her biological father making up stories about his own sister.

Seeing that Song Lingge remained silent, Song Jianping thought that his words had worked.

“Of course, I’m very touched that you’re helping Jianmei on behalf of Dad. But we’re family, and your aunt is, after all, an outsider…”

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Song Lingge interrupted Song Jianping directly.

If you don't want to hear something you don't like, just interrupt. There's no need to worry about this or that.

Song Jianping was caught off guard by Song Lingge's sudden outburst, which disrupted his rhythm and left him somewhat at a loss.

"This isn't just a casual chat. By the way, didn't you say you had something to tell me? Well then, go ahead and say it!"

Song Jianping reluctantly handed over the initiative in the conversation to Song Lingge.

"Don't ask your aunt for money anymore. You'd better remember what I said yesterday. I wasn't joking."

Song Lingge's voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear and resonant.

Song Jianping was so surprised that he forgot to control his facial expressions.

It turns out all he said was for nothing; Song Lingge was completely unmoved and didn't listen to a word he said!

"The country is cracking down hard on pornography, gambling, and drugs. You'd better not do these illegal things, or I will report you for the greater good."

"Song Lingge, do you want to listen to what you're saying?" Song Jianping's lips trembled with anger.

“I know exactly what I’m talking about. Apart from that, I really can’t understand how a principal of a top-tier middle school could be so short of money. If you’re just doing this to get your aunt to give you money, don’t do it again.”

Song Lingge thought for a moment and continued, "My aunt and I opened the shop not because she's your sister and I'm helping her. We have an equal partnership."

"Song Lingge—" Song Jianping roared, stopping Song Lingge from saying anything more.

She and Song Jianmei were cooperating on equal footing; this wasn't a veiled criticism of Song Jianping, implying he was a freeloader.

Some people are like that; even when it's the truth, they can't bear to hear it or accept it. Especially when the person who points it out is the last person they want to face.

Song Lingge looked directly at Song Jianping, showing no fear: "From childhood to adulthood, my grandparents have always been the ones who raised me. You have never shouldered the responsibility of raising children. Therefore, I don't owe you anything, and you shouldn't expect to get anything from me. Besides, how could you possibly be short of money?"

"Let me tell you why he's short of money."