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

Song Lingge felt it was inappropriate to comment on her mentor's affairs, especially those concerning the Xia family, so she remained a quiet listener.

Fortunately, Yu Dezhi was naturally talkative, and it seemed he just wanted to gossip with someone who knew the inside story and show off a bit.

He and Xia Mingyuan were the most stark contrast in the school. Not long ago, they were evenly matched competitors.

As Song Lingge looked away from the teachers' apartments, she said, "Principal Yu, I have to go to the publishing house later, so I won't bother you any longer. Take care!"

"Oh, I see! Then you must come and talk to me next time you come back. As I get older, I always think about you students." Yu Dezhi's face showed great disappointment.

Song Lingge smiled and agreed.

Yu Dezhi hasn't changed; he's still as vain as ever. If Song Lingge were replaced by Zhang Binbin, do you think he would still invite him to his office?

After running into acquaintances at school, Song Lingge decided not to linger there any longer.

However, it was still early before Yu Shaofen got off work, so Song Lingge, having nothing to do, decided to go check out Ailedi. After all, it was her own business.

As soon as I reached the gate, I saw a familiar figure in the distance.

Xia Mingyuan paced back and forth, his state of mind for the waiting passengers immediately apparent.

Song Lingge had a gut feeling that Xia Mingyuan was coming for her. But with such a long and straight road, it was impossible for her to find a way to avoid him.

So, Song Lingge steeled herself and walked over. Since they'd already said goodbye, it didn't matter if she didn't say hello now.

Song Lingge decided to pretend she hadn't seen anything and quickly left from the school gate.

As a result, Xia Mingyuan's gaze immediately locked onto her.

Unable to ignore it, Song Lingge stepped forward again: "Director Xia, what a coincidence!"

"Unfortunately, I was waiting for you." Xia Mingyuan was quite direct.

Song Lingge thought to herself: I know it's not a coincidence, and I know you're deliberately watching me, but what can I say?

"Is there something you need from me, Director Xia?"

In truth, Xia Mingyuan and Song Lingge only had two connections: Xia Jiaojiao and Yu Dezhi. Now that one is dead and the other has been promoted, Song Lingge can't think of any other reason besides taking her anger out on him. It's unlikely that he would come looking for her again just to invite her for tea.

"Do you have time? Why don't we sit down together? I'll treat you to milk tea. It seems like all you girls really like milk tea."

……

Song Lingge looked embarrassed, and Xia Mingyuan continued, "Don't misunderstand, we were just chatting. I know about Jiaojiao and your situation. It was her fault, but she's already..."

At this point, Xia Mingyuan's voice was almost choked with emotion.

Song Lingge quickly said, "Director Xia, you misunderstood. I just don't really like milk tea, but I can drink yogurt."

The meaning was clear: she agreed.

Yu Dezhi's words made her feel genuine sympathy for Xia Mingyuan. But sympathy was one thing, but those were Xia Jiaojiao's parents, and that was all she could do.

But now, Xia Mingyuan's almost humble pleading made Song Lingge feel sorry for him.

She understands better than anyone the feeling of a parent outliving their child.

Xia Mingyuan visibly breathed a sigh of relief and went to a beverage shop near the school.

He ordered a yogurt for Song Lingge and a milk tea for himself.

Song Lingge was quite surprised; this was the first time she had ever seen a man of that age drinking milk tea.

Xia Mingyuan said with a wry smile, "Jiaojiao really likes milk tea, so I want to try it too."

Song Lingge didn't know what to say, so she just drank her yogurt and pretended to be busy.

Her only contact with Xia Jiaojiao was when they argued over Qiao Nansheng, so they weren't really that close.

“Jiaojiao has done many wrong things in the past, and we owe you an apology,” Xia Mingyuan suddenly said.

Song Lingge hurriedly replied, "Director Xia, she has passed away, and I don't want to dwell on it anymore. But you all should take good care of yourselves."

Xia Mingyuan nodded: "If Jiaojiao were as sensible as you, that would be wonderful..."

"Director Xia, please just say what you have to say!"

If it's about remembering Xia Jiaojiao, Song Lingge isn't a good listener.

"I think there's something fishy about Jiaojiao's death."

Xia Mingyuan didn't mince words and directly stated his opinion.

"Why do you say that? Have you discovered some clues?" Song Lingge really didn't expect Xia Mingyuan to say this to her.

She hesitated for a moment before asking, "Director Xia, why are you telling me this?"

If Xia Jiaojiao's death was truly suspicious, the most suspicious person would probably be Song Lingge. Even if she was innocent, she believed that some people would still try to pin the blame on her.

Xia Mingyuan's eyes suddenly brightened, and he stared straight at Song Lingge: "Song Lingge, I know Jiaojiao has always been mean to you, and you must hate her too. But she's gone now. You're a good girl, and I'm sure you can understand how hard it was for our parents. We really don't want to see her die with her eyes open."

That hat is worn a bit too high.

"Director Xia, please just say it! I don't quite understand what you mean. Is there anything I can do to help you?"

Xia Mingyuan glanced around before lowering his voice and whispering, "Although Jiaojiao is willful, she's not a psychologically fragile person. Besides, she's an excellent swimmer, so why would she choose to jump into the river?"

"Those who drown are all good swimmers." Song Lingge almost blurted out this sentence. But then she suddenly remembered that on the day Xia Jiaojiao was buried, at the cemetery, Qiao Nansheng seemed to have also expressed doubts about this.

Xia Mingyuan noticed Song Lingge's expression and quickly asked, "Don't you also feel that something is wrong?"

Song Lingge shook her head. She didn't want to involve Qiao Nansheng before things became clear.

"To be honest, although Xia Jiaojiao and I have always had a good relationship... we were both surprised to hear news about her. She always seemed like a very energetic and outgoing girl, not someone who would be so extreme."

Xia Mingyuan secretly wiped away a tear: "Yes, I really don't believe she would choose such a way."

"If you had any questions, why didn't you call the police? Why were you buried so quickly?"

“When we first learned of Jiaojiao’s death, we were so saddened that we just wanted to bury her as soon as possible. After what happened, it’s understandable that we couldn’t bear the shock. But then we found a letter at home.”

"letter?"

“It wasn’t a suicide note. The gist of it was that she was blaming me and her mother. She never revealed that she wanted to commit suicide. That’s why I was wondering if it was an accident.”

Xia Mingyuan's explanation was far-fetched; it seems he still cannot accept his daughter's passing.

Song Lingge didn't know how to comfort him, so she went along with his question and asked, "Then how can I help you? I still don't quite understand."

Xia Mingyuan's eyes flickered, and he hesitated for a moment before saying, "That day at Deyunlou, Jiaojiao's original intention was to force herself on Nansheng. Did you know about this?"