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

Chapter 435 With a stepmother comes a stepfather

After Qiao Nansheng left, Song Jianping did not speak immediately, and the father and daughter remained silent.

"You finally managed to get him away, but he won't say a word. What are you trying to do?" Song Lingge asked jokingly.

Song Jianping may seem to have a high social status and be eloquent, but in reality, he has a cowardly personality and always likes to procrastinate, procrastinate, and retreat into his shell when faced with problems.

Otherwise, why would he have thought of hiding with Zhou Songmei until she gave birth?

"Did your mother ever tell you what happened when you were born?" Song Jianping hesitated for a long time before asking.

During Zhou Songmei's pregnancy, she was always clinging to him, and the two were practically inseparable. So the hardships of pregnancy and some of her symptoms would unconsciously remind him of Zhao Jueyu.

How did the girl who was once cherished by Zhao Zhangguo and Lin Xiuzhi manage to get through that long period of time all by herself?

She never mentioned the pain of childbirth to him and stayed by his side for decades without complaint.

Ironically, it was only through comparison that Song Jianping truly appreciated Zhao Jueyu's goodness.

“My mom never talks to me about these things. I remember once when I was little, I had to write an essay about my mother. I wanted to make it more touching, so I asked her about these things, but she wouldn’t tell me. She said that childbirth was what made her life complete, and whatever feelings she had were hers to have. She couldn’t impose her feelings on me, and I should feel what I could feel.”

"Did your maternal grandmother never mention it to you?" Song Jianping asked.

"Why are you suddenly curious about this?" Song Lingge asked.

Song Jianping lowered his eyes, wondering how he could tell his daughter.

"It's nothing, I just suddenly thought of these things." Song Jianping looked at the operating room light, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

"I thought you were going to keep hiding from us, so it was really unexpected to get your call."

Song Jianping glanced at her: "Stop saying I'm hiding. I go to school to work every day. If you really wanted to find me, wouldn't you have found me? To be honest, you don't really want to find us at all."

"You're not staying at Hele Manor?"

"Didn't you already know? We rented a place outside. By the way, there's something I wanted to discuss with you. I'm thinking of selling the house in Hele Manor and buying a new one."

Song Lingge smiled, looked at him and asked, "Are you going to discuss this with me, or inform me?"

Song Jianping evaded the question and continued, "Don't worry, I won't buy one this big next time. It'll be enough for me. I'll also give you a share of the money."

"How big is enough? Who can live here?" Song Lingge asked with a smile.

Song Jianping sensed her sarcasm and said impatiently, "You're not going to move in with me anyway. Isn't your grandfather's house big enough? Isn't it all yours? Even without their house, you're successful now and have made a lot of money, right? Is it necessary to fuss over my house?"

It's ridiculous that they're making such a fuss about this house. It was clearly registered under Song Lingge's name when it was bought, yet now they're so self-righteous about claiming it's theirs.

Besides, is it a mistake for her to be successful? Does she deserve to be rich?

Song Lingge raised an eyebrow, having witnessed the diversity of species.

"Then don't come to me for advice!"

"Tsk, you child." Song Jianping became even more impatient, but still had to bite the bullet and say, "But it was written in your name back then! I said at the time that it didn't make sense to write it like that when both parents are alive."

Song Lingge breathed a sigh of relief, finding it even funnier.

If her name hadn't been on the deed, she wouldn't have known the house was sold. This was precisely to prevent this from happening.

"Isn't living in Hele Manor good enough? Why do you have to sell your house and buy a smaller one?"

"It's not that it's bad, it's just..." Song Jianping stammered, clearly not having found a suitable reason yet.

At that moment, the operating room lights went out.

“Zhou Songmei’s family—” the nurse called out.

"Yes, yes, yes." Song Jianping immediately went to greet him.

"Are you her father? Where's her husband? Come upstairs with me to sign the papers." The nurse pushed a small portable bed.

There was a wrinkled little child lying on top, looking like a tiny quail, lying very small in swaddling clothes.

Song Jianping blushed and said, "I am her lover."

The nurse couldn't help but glance at him a few more times.

Seeing that only the children had come out and Zhou Songmei was nowhere to be seen, Song Jianping asked, "Where is my wife?"

"She'll be gone in a bit. Come on, let's go upstairs to sign the papers."

Song Jianping had taken a step, but then, as if remembering something, he glanced at Song Lingge.

Song Lingge said, "I'll go sign for you, you stay here and wait!"

This is naturally the best arrangement.

Song Jianping smiled. Song Lingge was soft-hearted after all and wouldn't go too far.

"This is my eldest daughter, can she sign the papers?"

The nurse couldn't help but glance at Song Lingge a few more times: "Let's go!"

Song Lingge followed behind, never expecting the boomerang to hit her instead. It was incredibly embarrassing.

"You're quite magnanimous." The nurse looked young, about the same age as Song Lingge, and suddenly said this out of the blue.

"I think that woman who gave birth looks very young, about your age."

Song Lingge nodded, having no interest in discussing family matters with outsiders.

"Sigh!" The nurse glanced at Song Lingge again and sighed in a mature and worldly manner.

Seeing this, Song Lingge almost burst out laughing. Some people are just too empathetic; they might have already imagined all sorts of dramatic scenarios unfolding in their family.

However, what others have imagined is not wrong. If her family, including herself, recorded these experiences, it would be more than one book, probably several million words!

A person's life cannot be fully described in just a few words.

After signing the papers, Song Lingge went to look at the baby. Everyone said it was her younger sister, but Song Lingge felt nothing for this person who might be related to her by blood.

There was neither the warmth of blood ties nor any resentment towards her for the mistakes of the adults, nor any regard for her as an enemy. It was as if she were just a stranger.

"Is it all done after signing?" Song Lingge asked.

The nurse glanced at the child: "Take her downstairs too, take her to her mother. Let the child sleep next to her mother."

Song Lingge was in a dilemma at this moment, and she didn't even want to touch her.

"Can I borrow this cart? Please return it later after you've pushed it down."

Another nurse, confused, thought it would be easier to carry such a small child downstairs. So she said, "Let's carry him down; this stretcher is hard to push!"

The nurse who had been there earlier stopped her and said to Song Lingge, "You can use it. You can return it later if you don't need it. You can push it to the door or the nurses' station on that floor."

"Okay, thank you!"

Even after Song Lingge had gone quite a distance, she could still hear people gossiping behind her.

"what's up?"

"The child was born to her father's concubine; the woman was about the same age as her."

"How could this be? She even came to help."

"I guess he's just superfluous at home. What else can he do if he doesn't come? Having a stepmother means having a stepfather!"