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

Chapter 437 Girls and Boys

Lin Xiuzhi tucked her in and then sat down on the edge of the bed: "What did he say?"

"He asked me to make some crucian carp soup for Zhou Songmei, saying he was too busy to leave."

"Pah! If you ask me, you shouldn't have gone. You really gave him face." Lin Xiuzhi was even angrier.

Song Lingge held her hand and said, "I had my own plans before I went. Otherwise, if I didn't know what was going on, it would be bad for my health to keep worrying about it. But today was quite strange. He suddenly asked me several times about what happened when my mother gave birth to me."

Lin Xiuzhi spat: "He probably saw someone else giving birth and his conscience kicked in, reminding him of your mother. But even if he really had a conscience, he wouldn't have called you to the hospital in the middle of the night and made soup for that woman. How could he have the nerve to say that?"

Song Lingge helped Lin Xiuzhi calm down: "Don't be so angry. I'm not angry anymore. It's not worth getting angry over someone like that."

Lin Xiuzhi stroked Song Lingge's hair, feeling even more sorry for her.

"He said he wanted to sell the house, what was your response?"

"I brushed it off, saying I'd think about it, but when it came to things like making soup, I just said I wouldn't get involved."

"After hearing him mention that, what are your true thoughts?" Lin Xiuzhi asked.

She didn't care about Song Jianping's wealth; she wouldn't even look at his meager possessions. But a person has to stand up for themselves. She hadn't enjoyed a single day of comfort in the house her daughter bought, so why should others benefit from it?

And what's with selling the house and buying a new one? Is it because someone died in the old house?

"I originally planned to sell the houses in Hele Manor, but not now. Including the one you bought for me. Too many things happened there, and I always felt that it didn't suit me. I'll sell it when the price goes up a bit more."

Lin Xiuzhi found it amusing and tapped her forehead: "Incompatible horoscopes? I didn't realize you were so superstitious."

However, she agreed with Song Lingge's words. Although it was a house that had been carefully selected, Zhao Jueyu had lost his life there, and she and Zhao Zhangguo didn't like it either, so it was better to sell it as soon as possible.

But now that Song Jianping has brought it up, that won't do; we can't let him get away with it so easily.

"Grandma, I've thought about it. I'll just drag it out for a year or two. They have a child now, and the first few years are when the child is being difficult. Since we've already rented a place, let's just stay there long-term!"

Lin Xiuzhi was amused and smiled broadly.

Seeing that she had coaxed Lin Xiuzhi, Song Lingge said in a coquettish tone, "Grandma, I'm so sleepy."

"Oh! I forgot what I said. Go to sleep! I won't bother you anymore." Lin Xiuzhi tucked her in again, closed the door, and left.

As soon as I came out, I almost bumped into Zhao Zhangguo.

Zhao Zhangguo smiled sheepishly: "You know how thick the door is at home, you can't hear anything."

Lin Xiuzhi glared at him and said, "What? You're admitting you were eavesdropping?"

Zhao Zhangguo said, feeling aggrieved, "Lingge said she was going to sleep, but you've been up here for ages and haven't come down yet. Do you two have a little secret?"

"Don't pry into girls' affairs," Lin Xiuzhi said before heading downstairs.

Zhao Zhangguo felt even more aggrieved and muttered, "So you two girls teamed up to keep this from a boy like me?"

"What are you muttering about? Come downstairs now, don't disturb Lingge's sleep."

Zhao Zhangguo sighed. He was just a boy with no status whatsoever.

Song Lingge thought she wouldn't be able to sleep because she had something on her mind, but as soon as Lin Xiuzhi left, she drifted off to sleep.

For some reason, she dreamed of Zhao Jueyu. It was Zhao Jueyu in his youth, Zhao Jueyu before he was married. She was lying on the table writing something.

A gust of wind blew in, lifting the sheer curtains, ruffling the girl's hair and stirring her heartstrings.

Song Lingge suddenly felt a little curious. At that age when a girl's feelings are like poetry, what was Zhao Jueyu writing?

In her dream, she approached Zhao Jueyu, trying to see the handwriting in the notebook, but just as she was about to see it clearly, she suddenly woke up.

Song Lingge opened her eyes, reached out and rummaged around on the bedside table for a while before finally picking up her phone. She saw that it was already past one o'clock in the afternoon.

She propped the pillow up behind her back, sat up, and couldn't help but recall the dream she had just had.

Very realistic.

"I wonder what Mom is writing," Song Lingge murmured to herself, her eyes involuntarily glancing at Zhao Jueyu's small box.

I've had it for a long time, but I haven't opened it yet.

Because of the dream, or because Song Jianping mentioned Zhao Jueyu many times today, Song Lingge misses her mother.

She desperately wanted to open the box and get closer to Zhao Jueyu's past.

Without hesitation, Song Lingge got up and opened the box.

The contents inside were very girly, with several pink floral notebooks. It was clearly Zhao Jueyu's style.

There was also a box of folded five-pointed stars, and a string of origami cranes made into a wind chime.

Song Lingge always thought that folding stars and paper cranes was something popular at their age, but she never expected that Zhao Jueyu liked it when he was young.

Seeing the similarities between herself and her mother, Song Lingge couldn't help but smile.

She took out the few floral notebooks and sat down at the desk. As soon as she opened them, she smelled the scent of old books mixed with a faint, dried fragrance. It turned out that Zhao Jueyu had put dried flowers inside.

In Song Lingge's memory, Zhao Jueyu didn't have these girlish sides; she still thought her mother was born a mother. In fact, Zhao Jueyu, like her, loved romance, but life had worn down many of her aspirations.

All the notebooks were Zhao Jueyu's diaries. Song Lingge was even more surprised, as she had never heard of Zhao Jueyu having the habit of keeping a diary.

Today, Song Jianping felt a pang of guilt. At this moment, Song Lingge also felt a pang of guilt.

She showed far too little concern for Zhao Jueyu.

Song Lingge glanced through the diaries; two were from before her marriage, and one was from after.

The two books before marriage were about young girls' feelings, but Song Lingge was more interested in the one after marriage.

This diary, which was filled with entries made intermittently over several years after their marriage, ends with the last entry being when Song Lingge was eight months old.

While flipping through the pages, an envelope fell out. There was no address written on it, nor was it glued shut; instead, the words "To Lingge" were clearly written on it.

Song Lingge's hand trembled, realizing that she had no idea when Zhao Jueyu had written such a letter.

Her heart was pounding, and she opened the envelope with trembling hands.

"Ling Ge:

It’s nice to see you in person!

While writing this letter, I was a little confused about when to send it to you. I thought about it for a long time but couldn't come up with an answer, so I decided to just write it first.

Your rebirth is something I prayed for. I hope that this time you can cherish life and live for yourself.

......"

Song Lingge couldn't suppress her shock, and the letter slipped to the ground.