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

Song Lingge never expected to see Zhou Songmei in this house again; the two of them truly had a deep and complicated relationship.

She was so focused on distancing herself from Song Jianping that she didn't notice the door was open, nor did she know how long Zhou Songmei had been eavesdropping outside.

However, the fact that Zhou Songmei had a key to this place seemed to imply something.

After Zhou Songmei entered the room, Song Lingge subtly sized her up, focusing mainly on her lower abdomen, which was now slightly protruding. It seemed that her guess last time was correct; she really was pregnant again.

Right under Li Meimei's nose, she still managed to have an affair with Fang Guanghua. This woman is truly remarkable.

However, how did Song Jianping and Zhou Songmei get together again? Song Lingge had a bad feeling.

She felt something was off, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

“This is my home. Hand over the keys and get out,” Song Lingge said rudely.

Zhou Songmei sneered, ignoring Song Lingge's words, and walked straight to the sofa, sitting down next to Song Jianping. She deliberately played with the keys in her hand, making a crisp jingling sound that echoed throughout the room.

Her leaning on Song Jianping was intimate and natural, making their closeness obvious. Someone who didn't know better would really think she was Song Jianping's biological daughter.

After Zhou Songmei came in, Song Jianping's expression was very unnatural, but he didn't say a word.

“Jianping, she says this is her home and wants to kick us out!” Zhou Songmei said sweetly, leaning half her body against Song Jianping.

Jianping?

Song Lingge's eyes widened as she scrutinized the two people in front of her once more.

Her expression turned serious. Could it be that these two people...?

Song Lingge's gaze fell on Song Jianping, but the man kept his head down and remained silent, like a turtle hiding its head in its shell.

Actually, Song Jianping had prepared himself mentally before coming, but when he actually faced it, he suddenly found it so difficult to talk about.

So he still had a shred of shame left!

"I'll say it again, this is my home, you're not welcome here, please leave. If you don't leave, I'm calling the police." Song Lingge once again gave them the order to leave.

Zhou Songmei disgusted Song Lingge so much that she didn't want to look at her again. Even if Zhou Songmei really got together with Song Jianping, Song Lingge shouldn't expect her to compromise even a little.

Since Song Jianping had made up his mind to be a coward, then it was Song Lingge's turn to step forward.

Anyway, she'd disliked Zhou Songmei for a long time. If she could get rid of her once, she could get rid of her a second time.

"Lingge, don't be so rude." Song Jianping hesitated for a long time before speaking.

If he didn't speak up soon, Zhou Songmei would pinch his arm until it was bruised and purple.

"Forget it, I don't care whether she's polite or not. I'm a magnanimous person and don't want to put you in a difficult position, so I won't stoop to her level." Zhou Songmei's smug tone was truly unpleasant.

Song Lingge didn't tolerate them and directly took out her phone.

Knowing her temperament—she was a woman of her word—Song Jianping immediately ran over, snatched her phone, and hissed, "What are you doing? Are you trying to embarrass me without leaving any room for negotiation?"

"Am I the one who's being unreasonable? I've repeatedly emphasized that this is my home, and this person isn't welcome here. Don't you understand that? Who is it that's being unreasonable and constantly making things difficult for me?"

“There are some things you don’t understand, I’ll explain them to you slowly. Why don’t you go back first? I’ll call you another day.” Song Jianping’s tone was almost pleading.

If he had acted this way earlier, perhaps Song Lingge would have softened her heart. But now, everything Song Jianping did was nothing more than crocodile tears at the last minute.

"Get her out of my house. Say what you have to say now." Song Lingge also had her own principles.

“Song Lingge, stop telling me to get lost. This isn’t just your house. Isn’t this Jianping’s house?” Zhou Songmei said smugly.

She knew that speaking now would be like adding fuel to the fire, but she was determined to do it anyway; that was her purpose in coming with Song Jianping today. She was willing to do anything to make Song Lingge unhappy.

However, everyone could see through her thoughts. Although Song Jianping resented her for coming, he held back because of the baby in her belly.

"This isn't your home, it's nobody's home. What right do you have to point fingers here?" Song Lingge retorted without holding back, glancing at her stomach. "Do you think you can use that thing to..."

Song Lingge initially wanted to call it a bastard child, but since she herself had once been a mother, she couldn't bring herself to criticize it with the worst possible malice.

However, she also couldn't bring herself to acknowledge the child in Zhou Songmei's womb.

When Zhou Songmei and Song Jianping heard Song Lingge's words, their expressions changed drastically, as their deepest, most hidden feelings of shame were touched.

This child was born with a sense of shame, making them afraid to face those who know the truth.

But this child is also their hope for each other.

Song Lingge's blunt remark about "that thing" provoked both of them.

Song Jianping was so angry that he trembled all over, his veins bulging, but he couldn't admit the child to Song Lingge.

"Song Lingge, do you know who the child in my belly is? He's yours..." Zhou Songmei shouted angrily.

She wouldn't think like Song Jianping; others could mock her, but Song Lingge couldn't.

No matter how dishonorable this child's birth may be, he shares the same blood as Song Lingge, which is also a disgrace to Song Lingge. She shouldn't try to stay out of it.

"I don't care whose it is, it can't be mine. Don't try to use your unborn child to extort money from me. It doesn't matter whose child it is." Song Lingge decisively interrupted Zhou Songmei.

She knew Zhou Songmei was trying to use kinship to disgust her, but she wouldn't fall for it.

People cannot choose their bloodline, but they can choose their life.

The words of severing ties have already been spoken, and whether or not this child exists will not make any difference.

To think that Zhou Songmei could use this to disgust her or gain any benefit from it is wishful thinking on her part.

Every word Song Lingge uttered was like a knife stabbing into Song Jianping's chest.

Although he didn't particularly like Song Lingge, and frankly, his fatherly affection for her wasn't as strong as his feelings for Zhou Songmei before, the blood ties were undeniable and no one could erase them.

Hearing his own daughter use terms like "thing" and "kind" to describe his other biological child filled him with mixed emotions.

To be honest, he was quite afraid of Song Lingge.

This daughter was completely out of his control.

She is so successful that even her own father would unconsciously lower his head to compromise and please her.

Moreover, she has such an excellent boyfriend. Such in-laws are a rare find.

Song Jianping couldn't bring himself to sever ties with her.

He began to feel annoyed, glancing out of the corner of his eye at Zhou Songmei's stomach.

All the grievances are contained here.