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

“Whether you acknowledge it or not, the child in her belly is mine, so he is your family,” Song Jianping said to Song Lingge.

For some reason, Song Lingge felt a little flustered, a feeling that seemed strangely familiar.

She calmed herself down and looked directly into Song Jianping's eyes.

In her memory, this father was a very vague figure. Not only did he fail to fulfill his responsibilities as the head of the family, but he also frequently plunged his closest family members into despair.

Song Lingge had long been disappointed in him.

In fact, when she was a child, she also looked up to Song Jianping.

That was during every major school celebration, when Song Jianping, as the principal, gave a speech. Standing among the students, Song Lingge had felt proud and vain to have such a father.

However, that feeling of looking up to them quickly disappeared.

Their encounter in this life is actually a process of Song Lingge dispelling Song Jianping's illusions. She has been a wife, a mother, and a daughter, and knows how unreliable such a man can be.

She felt indignant for Zhao Jueyu.

Since Song Jianping was so stubborn, she had nothing to regret.

What Zhao Jueyu couldn't accomplish before his death, she will do.

Song Lingge's heart was beating faster and faster, and the feeling of panic was getting stronger and stronger, but this time, she was fearless.

"Boom boom boom——"

Surprisingly, more people came at that moment.

Song Jianping was also surprised. Although they had moved here a long time ago, no one usually came over.

Song Lingge was closest to the door, and in order to calm her inexplicable anxiety, she went to open it.

"How did you come?"

Qiao Nansheng and Grandpa Sun were standing outside the door. Grandpa Sun was holding a stick, which he put behind him after seeing that it was Song Lingge who opened the door.

He smiled sheepishly and said, "Since there's nothing else, I'll head down now."

Qiao Nansheng nodded to him, and Grandpa Sun left.

"Who's here?" Song Jianping walked over.

"Uncle Song, it's me."

Upon seeing that it was Qiao Nansheng, Song Jianping tried his best to calm his expression and managed to force a smile: "Nansheng, what brings you here? Come in and sit down."

Qiao Nansheng entered the house and then discovered that there was someone else who shouldn't have been there.

He glanced back at Song Lingge, and after confirming that she was alright, he said, "I called Lingge several times but no one answered, so I came here. I'm sorry."

Song Lingge took her phone out of her bag and found many missed calls, not only from Qiao Nansheng, but also from the Zhao family, and even Grandpa Sun had called several times.

She deliberately shut herself off while waiting for Song Jianping to arrive. However, she genuinely hadn't expected so many people to call her.

She had promised Qiao Nansheng that she wouldn't act on her own, but she didn't expect Song Jianping to do something like this in private, and she couldn't help but contact Song Jianping.

She was worried that she wouldn't be able to explain if Qiao Nansheng called, so she muted her phone, thinking that she would pick him up after he got off work and that there would be no problem with the time difference. Who knew that Qiao Nansheng would actually come to her door.

Song Lingge explained guiltily, "I don't know how I silenced my phone, so I didn't hear it."

"Sit down, sit down, don't stand up." Song Jianping was at a loss and could only awkwardly greet them.

Song Lingge remained standing, so Qiao Nansheng naturally didn't sit down. He glanced at Song Lingge, understood what she meant, and said to Song Jianping, "Uncle Song, we won't bother you any longer. I came to pick up Lingge because Grandpa had arranged it with us, but we couldn't get through on the phone, so we came over."

"You've already made an appointment with Professor Qin? Then I won't keep you any longer."

Who could have guessed that Qiao Nansheng would come here? Luckily, he wasn't here just now. Song Lingge and Song Jianping reached a consensus on this point; neither of them wanted Qiao Nansheng to face the situation he had just experienced.

Qiao Nansheng pulled Song Lingge away, and Song Jianping breathed a sigh of relief, thankfully nothing irreparable had happened.

Back in the car, Song Lingge finally spoke: "Why did you come here? Aren't you at work?"

Qiao Nansheng ignored her.

Isn't this a rhetorical question? He clearly promised him he wouldn't come alone, but not only did he come, he also faced Song Jianping and Zhou Songmei alone.

He even silenced his phone. Don't tell him he didn't know how he turned it off; he doesn't believe that kind of nonsense.

He had long suspected that Song Lingge had deliberately muted the phone.

The more this happens, the angrier it becomes, indicating that her actions were premeditated.

"Don't be angry. Should I take you to work now, or go straight home? No, I should say we should go to meet Professor Qin," Song Lingge said in a flattering tone.

Qiao Nansheng then glanced at her helplessly.

He said that Qin Sihai had made up an excuse for her, but this woman actually used it to tease him. She has no conscience.

Song Lingge rushed over and took his arm, acting coquettishly: "Nansheng, don't be angry! I can explain, it's just that the situation forces us to act, and we have no control over it."

"So, if it's not up to you, you can still turn it off to mute?"

This issue can't be let go.

Song Lingge gave an embarrassed smile: "I was wrong, I was really wrong this time."

Qiao Nansheng sighed and reached out to ruffle her hair as a way of venting his anger.

"Never mind, let's leave here first. We'll interrogate you when we get back."

"You don't need to interrogate me, I will tell you everything I know without reservation," Song Lingge continued to flatter.

The moment she saw Qiao Nansheng, her panic suddenly subsided.

Although she wasn't an idealist, at that moment she was certain that she was a believer in Qiao Nansheng.

Moreover, although she went to see Song Jianping without telling Qiao Nansheng, she did not intend to keep it a secret from him afterwards.

Qiao Nansheng drove the car to the usual spot—the riverside.

He parked the car, turned to face Song Lingge, and said, "Now, confess! Why did you go there alone? And why was Zhou Songmei there?"

Song Lingge turned to face him, pretending to listen obediently to his lecture: "Tell me how you got here?"

Song Lingge was quite curious as to why someone who was at work would suddenly go there.

"It was Grandma Lin who called me."

"Grandma?" Song Lingge exclaimed, suddenly remembering that several of the missed calls were from home. "I'll call Grandma back first."

After speaking with Lin Xiuzhi on the phone, Song Lingge had a general understanding of what had happened.

It turned out that after Grandpa Sun found her upstairs, he was worried about her for a long time, so he called the Zhao family. Lin Xiuzhi immediately notified Qiao Nansheng.

"Okay, now tell me your question."

Song Lingge raised her index finger and began to whine, "I have another question!"

Qiao Nansheng shook his head helplessly. He was the one interrogating her, but after all that questioning, he ended up answering all her questions.

He waved his hand, there was nothing he could do, he had to pamper his own woman.

Song Lingge kissed his cheek with delight, but before Qiao Nansheng could savor the moment, Song Lingge spoke.

"Could we ask Jingchu to help us investigate Meng Zhongkui?"