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

"Lingge, are you sure she'll come?" Yu Shaofen asked, looking around anxiously.

Song Lingge took a sip of her bubble tea: "Don't worry, she'll come."

Seeing her so certain, Yu Shaofen leaned closer and asked, "How can you be so sure?"

"I have a brilliant plan, you'll find out soon enough."

Song Lingge wasn't trying to keep it a secret; she just didn't want too much trouble. She figured Li Meimei would find out everything when she arrived.

"Always so secretive, don't you even consider me a good friend anymore? Even Jing Chu knows more than I do, and you're always showing off in front of me," Yu Shaofen complained.

Song Lingge was very puzzled: "What's so great about that?"

"Don't you know him well? He's the kind of person who just brags in front of us about how important and trustworthy he is."

Song Lingge pinched Yu Shaofen's cheek: "Now I should talk to you. You believed him just because he said that? He was just keeping himself busy, so I gave him something to do, and you're getting jealous?"

"It's not that I'm jealous, it's just that I feel more distant from you guys after I started working. I only find out about things later. I miss the days when we were in school and we could discuss things together."

"Are you having any troubles at work? Or has someone been bullying you?" Song Lingge asked astutely.

"No, no, I just said it from the heart."

Work was indeed a source of some frustration; after all, no one can avoid feeling stressed at a workday. This was one of the reasons why Song Lingge didn't want to work a regular job after her rebirth and chose to be a freelancer.

"We'll talk about it later, she's here."

Although Song Lingge was chatting with Yu Shaofen, her attention was always on the outside. She must have been very concerned about whether Li Meimei would come to the appointment.

Li Meimei put on a hat, completely covering herself up. She looked like an underground spy who had come to make contact.

"Why did you two choose such an obvious place to sit? Get up, get up, let's move to a seat further inside."

Song Lingge and Yu Shaofei looked at each other, wondering how they could see each other if they didn't sit in a prominent position. Nevertheless, they stood up and followed Li Meimei to the innermost seats.

Li Meimei sat opposite Song Lingge and Yu Shaofen. After the three of them sat down, they didn't know how to start a conversation.

Although it was to resolve Song Lingge's matter, the bureau belonged to Yu Shaofen's group, so she stepped forward without hesitation.

"Meimei, do you want to take off your hat? You look even more conspicuous like this."

Li Meimei pinched the brim of her hat, hesitated for a while, but still didn't take it off.

"Let's put it this way! What exactly do you want from me?"

"Zhou Songmei is pregnant. When did you find out?" Song Lingge asked bluntly, which startled Li Meimei.

"You...you know?" Li Meimei asked in surprise.

After confronting Zhou Songmei at the new house, Li Meimei reconciled with Fang Guanghua under his gentle persuasion.

However, Zhou Songmei's matter remained a mystery. Every time she asked Fang Guanghua, he would act as if it were a secret and refuse to tell her.

She even made a scene several times, insisting that the child was Fang Guanghua's. However, each time Fang Guanghua firmly swore that the child was not his, his words sincere and without a single flaw.

Over time, Fang Guanghua became more considerate than before, and Zhou Songmei also moved out, so Li Meimei stopped pursuing the matter.

If she hadn't suddenly received an invitation from Yu Shaofen, she would have completely forgotten about it.

"So it seems you knew all along?" Song Lingge asked.

Li Meimei wasn't sure what Song Lingge's purpose was in asking this question, so she didn't reveal any more details and just nodded slightly.

"Does Fang Guanghua have any opinion on this matter?" Song Lingge asked again.

Mentioning Fang Guanghua, Li Meimei couldn't hold back any longer and exclaimed, "What could he possibly think? You don't actually believe Zhou Songmei's child is his, do you? Let me tell you, that's impossible. Guanghua is completely devoted to me and has had nothing to do with that woman for a long time."

The louder a person shouts, the more it proves their lack of self-confidence and their insecurity, which they need to use to cover up their fear.

Seeing Li Meimei's reaction, Song Lingge knew she had guessed correctly.

"Is he really on your side? Does he know who Zhou Songmei's child is? If he knows, why doesn't he tell you?"

Li Meimei then realized that Song Lingge's purpose in inviting her today was to find out about Zhou Songmei's pregnancy.

After guessing the reason, Li Meimei calmed down. As long as Zhou Songmei's child had nothing to do with Fang Guanghua, she had nothing to worry about and was able to regain her rationality and judgment.

"Do you want to know whose child Zhou Songmei is carrying?" Li Meimei took the initiative.

Song Lingge smiled, neither confirming nor denying, leaving Song Lingge unable to discern the truth from the falsehood.

This startled Li Meimei; she worried that Fang Guanghua was lying to her again. After all, this wasn't the first or second time Fang Guanghua had lied to her.

Was she tricked by that man again? Fang Guanghua and Zhou Songmei already have one child, so having a second wouldn't be surprising. Otherwise, why would Fang Guanghua tolerate a woman who is having an affair?

The more Li Meimei thought about it, the more likely it seemed, and she looked at Song Lingge.

Song Lingge's smile was calm and confident. Li Meimei, thinking of past events, didn't want to be outdone by Song Lingge.

“We don’t know whose child it is. But it’s definitely not Fang Guanghua’s, I can guarantee that.” Li Meimei said this weakly, unable to even convince herself.

But she couldn't show weakness. Fang Guanghua was someone she had gone through great lengths to snatch from Song Ling. Did she have to admit that she had spent so much effort to snatch a piece of trash?

"What guarantees do you have? That man who lies all the time?" Song Lingge asked disdainfully.

However, Li Meimei was powerless to retaliate against her taunts.

"Guanghua has assured me countless times that this child has absolutely nothing to do with him," Li Meimei murmured to herself, trying to reassure herself.

Seeing her so distraught, Song Lingge still felt a little sorry for her: "You can rest assured that Zhou Songmei's child is not Fang Guanghua's."

Song Lingge's tone and eyes were very firm, and Li Meimei's eyes regained their light.

She lunged at Song Lingge from the table, grabbed her wrists with both hands, and asked excitedly, "Are you telling the truth?"

Song Lingge felt sorry for her; she couldn't even trust her own husband's words and could only seek answers from outsiders. It's truly difficult to know how to evaluate Fang Guanghua and Li Meimei's marriage.

Song Lingge nodded: "An eighty percent probability."

The light in Li Meimei's eyes dimmed instantly. If it was only 80%, then there was still a 20% chance, but what she wanted was 120% certainty.

"Is Zhou Songmei's eldest son at your house? Is Fang Guanghua's stepmother watching over him?" Song Lingge suddenly asked a completely unrelated question.