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

Song Lingge's question left Li Meimei a little confused. How could this woman's thinking be so unpredictable?

However, she was also quite clueless, and followed up on Song Lingge's question by answering directly: "Yes, he's at the new house, being looked after by his mother. Why are you asking about him?"

Song Lingge didn't answer, but took out a brown paper document bag from her bag and handed it to Li Meimei.

Li Meimei was about to open it when Song Lingge stopped her: "Go back and look at it later. Look at it with your parents first, and then decide whether to show it to Fang Guanghua."

Li Meimei frowned. What could possibly require such a complicated examination? But Song Lingge kept clutching the file folder, her gaze fixed intently on her, as if she needed a definite answer.

Li Meimei had a gut feeling that what was in the bag must be very important, especially since Song Lingge's expression was too serious.

She nodded solemnly: "Guanghua is at work now. I'll go back and watch it with my mom later. I'll also call my dad and ask him to come home early."

Song Lingge nodded after receiving an affirmative answer.

Then the three of them sat down again, but they had nothing to say to each other.

Li Meimei's mind was completely focused on the file folder, and she couldn't sit still, so she wanted to say something to end the date.

“Meimei, I know you like Fang Guanghua very much. But so much has happened between you and him over the past few years. You should know who has always protected you and stayed by your side.”

Li Meimei's bottom had just been dangling in the air when she sat up again. She hadn't expected Song Lingge to have something else to say.

"You know better than anyone whether there's anything between Fang Guanghua and me. I'm saying this to let you know that you used to be my best friend, and even if you aren't anymore, I still sincerely hope you can be happy!"

These are Song Lingge's true feelings. Before and even after her rebirth, Li Meimei was her best friend.

The past cannot be retrieved, but the feelings invested in it were genuine.

After Li Meimei left, Yu Shaofen became like a walking encyclopedia of questions; she had just too many questions.

"What did you just put in the file folder you gave Li Meimei?"

"It could be considered a weakness of Fang Guanghua, which might actually strengthen their relationship."

"Since it's leverage, why did you say to let her decide whether or not to show it to Fang Guanghua? Wouldn't it be better to keep it hidden?"

Song Lingge glanced at Yu Shaofen with disdain: "Not all incriminating evidence needs to be hidden. I'd rather she show it to him."

Yu Shaofen became even more curious, but Song Lingge refused to say anything this time, leaving Yu Shaofen with the words, "You'll know later," which left her with endless imagination.

Seeing that she couldn't get an answer to this question, Yu Shaofen simply switched to another one, since she had so many questions anyway.

"By the way, you just said Zhou Songmei is pregnant again, and it seems she's not Fang Guanghua's child. So whose could it be?"

This is a good question, and it's also the premise for Song Lingge's invitation to Li Meimei this time.

"They said it belonged to my dad."

Yu Shaofen had just taken a sip of milk tea when she spat it out: "Who? Who are you talking about?"

Song Lingge took out a tissue box, calmly handed one to Yu Shaofen, and then picked up a few to wipe the table.

“My dad,” she answered as she wiped the table, as calmly as if she were talking about someone insignificant.

Yu Shaofen wiped her mouth clean, stammering, unsure of what to say.

Song Lingge, however, was easygoing and didn't take it to heart. She smiled and comforted her, "It's okay. I'm completely disappointed in that person. No matter what he does now, I won't feel anything."

Although she appears open-minded on the surface, truly indifferent people wouldn't bother to investigate this much.

Song Lingge must be feeling very upset.

"Lingge—" Yu Shaofen called softly, but couldn't say anything else.

"Don't act like this, it's like something terrible has happened. I really don't care, don't worry!"

As a friend, Yu Shaofen felt guilty, unsure how to comfort her. She even realized that despite wanting to help, she couldn't offer any assistance.

Since I started working, I haven't even been able to provide the most basic companionship.

Perhaps, this is the price of growing up!

"Don't tell anyone else about this. Only the two of us, Nansheng, and Jingchu know." Song Lingge still had some questions that hadn't been answered, and there was no need to spread the word.

"I understand, I won't tell anyone, not even Xiuxiu." Yu Shaofen assumed that Song Lingge was just embarrassed and that she would keep her secret.

"Shaofen, I won't be joining you for dinner. I need to go to the shop and tell Auntie."

After parting ways with Yu Shaofen, Song Lingge went directly to Song Shi Ji.

It was afternoon, and the evening rush hour was still far off. The waiters were taking turns finding places to rest.

Song Lingge went to the kitchen first and found that Song Jianmei was not there.

"Young boss, you're here?" It was Old Zhang.

"Old Zhang, where's my aunt?"

"After finishing her work at noon, the proprietress said she was going home to rest. If she wasn't out, she must have gone home."

Song Lingge nodded, intending to go to Song Jianmei's house: "You don't need to be busy anymore, go and rest for a while!"

Old Zhang has been a long-time employee of Meishi Songxiang since they started working there. Now he has become a capable chef and has helped Song Lingge and the others a lot.

"Young boss—"

As Song Lingge turned to leave, Old Zhang hesitated for a moment before calling her back.

Song Lingge turned around, her eyes questioning.

Old Zhang looked hesitant, as if he found it difficult to speak. Song Lingge watched as his lips moved several times, but he didn't utter a single word.

"What's wrong?" Song Lingge asked.

“You know, the proprietress is completely devoted to the shop. She hardly has any personal time and never takes a break.”

???

Song Lingge was filled with questions, not knowing what Old Zhang meant by suddenly saying this. Out of respect for the long-time employee, she patiently listened to him, but didn't know how to respond.

"The store looks like it's doing well now, but only those of us who have been here since the beginning know how difficult it has been for you to run such a big store."

???

Could it be that Lao Zhang is trying to prove his loyalty to the boss? It's all because Song Lingge rarely comes to the store; even if the employees want to show their loyalty, they can't get a chance to see the boss.

Song Lingge coughed, interrupting Old Zhang: "It's alright, those difficult days are over, things will get better and better from now on. You know what kind of people my aunt and I are, we definitely won't treat you unfairly."

Mr. Song's guarantee is definitely not just empty talk.

After calming Old Zhang down, Song Lingge planned to leave. She had too many things to do and needed to make the most of every second.

"Young boss, no, that's not what I meant..." Old Zhang called out to Song Lingge again.

Song Lingge turned around again: "So what exactly are you trying to say?"