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

Song Lingge felt uneasy, so Qiao Nansheng went to open the door.

"Lingge, look who's back." Qiao Nansheng's voice was as bright as ever.

Song Lingge had already resigned herself to fate, but she only opened her eyes when Qiao Nansheng's voice came.

"Aunt! Where have you been? Do you know how long we've been looking for you?"

Song Lingge's eyes lit up, and she ran towards the person who had come.

"Let's go inside and talk." Qiao Nansheng made a point of observing the area outside the door.

Song Lingge understood and pulled Song Jianmei into the private room, while Qiao Nansheng closed the door.

Once everyone had entered the house, Song Lingge could see clearly that Song Jianmei was in a very low mood and hadn't answered any of her questions.

Song Lingge glanced at Qiao Nansheng, who understood and said, "You two chat, I'll go downstairs to take a call."

During the time Song Jianmei was gone, she must have had a lot to say to Song Lingge, so he had to give them his time.

Only the aunt and niece remained in the private room.

Song Lingge pulled Song Jianmei to sit on the sofa and poured her a glass of hot water.

"I heard from Lao Zhang that he's here again."

That was her father, but she never wanted to desecrate those two sacred words again; that man didn't deserve them.

Song Jianmei's gaze finally focused, and she looked at Song Lingge, two lines of clear tears welling up in her eyes.

"Did he make things difficult for you?" Song Lingge looked at Song Jianmei, who was in tears, feeling both heartache and anger.

Song Lingge trembled and could only cry; she couldn't utter a single word.

"It seems that my warning to him last time had no effect at all. Aunt, don't cry, I'll go find him."

It seems that to end this matter, we must address the problem at its root.

Song Jianmei grabbed Song Lingge and cried out anxiously, "Lingge, don't go!"

Her hand was gripping tightly, and Song Lingge couldn't break free.

“Aunt, we can’t tolerate someone like him. The more we give in, the more he’ll take advantage of us. We can’t let him ruin the good life we’ve worked so hard for.”

Song Jianmei wiped away her tears with her sleeve, her grip on Song Lingge's hand never loosening.

"Good child, sit down, let's have a good talk."

Seeing that Song Jianmei had recovered, Song Lingge didn't want to upset her further. There was no rush to deal with Song Jianping, so she sat down as instructed.

Song Jianmei looked deeply at the girl in front of her, and her heart was touched for a moment, and she almost shed tears again.

She couldn't speak properly when she cried, so she forced herself to hold back her tears.

Song Lingge saw all of this and felt very sorry for this unfortunate woman.

We can't let her suffer like this anymore.

"Lingge, when did you find out your dad had a mistress? That bastard child..." Song Jianmei asked, her voice trembling, before breaking down in tears.

It turns out she already knew about this when she went out.

"Just two days ago. After I found out he came to ask for money, I went to see him the next day. At first, he kept lying, but then that woman came to my door, and that's when I found out."

"That damned bastard, he still has the nerve to show up here. Shameless wretch, he's a bastard born of a mother but raised without a father."

Upon hearing this, Song Jianmei became even angrier and began to hurl insults without thinking.

After cursing for a while, she realized that there were only the two of them in the room, and that the wicked man couldn't hear her anyway, so she stopped.

She took Song Lingge's hand again and said with heartache, "Why didn't you tell me about these things? You've been carrying on all by yourself."

"Aunt, I came here to tell you so you could prepare yourself. But now that I'm here, I realize I'm too late."

“This time when he came to see me, I went out to talk to him voluntarily. There were too many people in the shop, and it would have a bad influence.” Song Jianmei said with a serious expression.

This is a serious matter, not the time for laughter. But upon hearing Song Jianmei's words, Song Lingge genuinely wanted to laugh.

A genuine, heartfelt laugh.

It turns out that everyone is growing, including Song Jianmei.

"What did he say? You didn't answer my calls, and you came back so late. Did he make things difficult for you?"

Song Jianmei shook her head and first comforted Song Lingge: "No, no, I haven't slept well all night since you decided to sever ties last time. I've thought it over carefully. If you sever ties with him, then I will too. He is no longer my brother, but you will always be my daughter."

It's her choice.

When she learned from Song Jianping today that he had a mistress and had a child with another woman, she only regretted that she hadn't made a choice sooner.

What she could recall was how much pain Song Lingge must have felt when she said those words to her with a blank expression that day!

Song Lingge must have cried countless times and been disappointed countless times in secret before finally making that decision.

While she was suffering, no one knew, no one could understand.

Song Jianping doesn't care about this daughter; it'll be Song Jianmei who cares about her in the future.

From then on, she became estranged from her own brother. She had no so-called niece; Song Lingge was just like Chen Bingfeng's biological child.

Song Lingge knew that Song Jianmei must have made a great decision to do so.

Her inner torment was no less than hers.

“Aunt…” Song Lingge’s voice choked with emotion.

She hadn't felt this way in a long time since Zhao Jueyu died.

Song Jianmei pulled Song Lingge into her arms: "If my sister-in-law were alive, she would be heartbroken to know what you've been through! You're such a stubborn person, why didn't you tell me?"

Only between women can one truly understand each other's feelings without needing many words.

“Auntie has made a lot of mistakes in the past, but you can trust Auntie. From now on, whatever you say goes, and I will always stand by your side. Even if Fengwa comes back, I will hold his hand, and we will both stand by your side. He can fight, and I can scold. The three of us are invincible.”

"Okay." Song Lingge was amused.

Song Jianmei wiped away her tears and said with heartache, "You mean my brother..."

Then, realizing he'd misspoke, he quickly corrected himself: "Don't you think he's crazy? Why doesn't he have a good life instead of making a mess of things? Have you seen that woman? What kind of vixen is she?"

"You've seen it before too."

"I've seen her before? Is she someone I know? Who is she?" Song Jianmei's attention was immediately diverted.

"It's my mother's goddaughter, Zhou Songmei."

Song Jianmei opened her mouth wide, her lips moving for a long time without knowing what to say. After muttering for a while, she finally blurted out, "What is she after?"

Song Lingge remembered that they had suspected Zhou Songmei was Song Jianping's mistress before, and unexpectedly, their words came true.

Picture what?

Anyway, I wouldn't be attracted to him because he's old and has an old-fashioned vibe.

"Who knows? I saw her during the Chinese New Year and she said there was absolutely no relationship between us. It hasn't been long and her belly is already so big."

"Lingge, you said last time you suspected your father was involved in your sister-in-law's death. That woman was there that day, could it be..."