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

Chapter 438 Zhao Jueyu's Letter

"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.

That day, you locked yourself in your bedroom and cried your heart out. I thought it was because Xingxing's death had dealt you a huge blow, so I sat outside with you while you cried. I thought you would feel better after you vented.

I once blamed myself for getting senile, wondering why I didn't knock before going in. If I had gone in, would the outcome have been different?

I'm sorry that because of my mistake, it took so long to find out about the terrible things that happened to you.

But no matter what, you shouldn't give up your life!

You grew up with your maternal grandparents, and I failed to fulfill my responsibilities as a mother, a regret I'll carry for the rest of my life. I've wondered, if you were here with me, would things be different?

But there's no going back in life. Even if you were by my side, I'd probably only raise an even more love-obsessed daughter. Don't feel sad, it's just because we have feelings for each other. The fault doesn't lie with us, it's with those who don't cherish us.

......"

The letter ended abruptly there; Zhao Jueyu probably hadn't finished writing it. Song Lingge felt the letter must contain a lot of information, but her departure was so sudden that she hadn't had a chance to finish it.

"Plop—plop—" Tears fell one after another.

Song Lingge hurriedly grabbed a tissue to wipe away her tears from the letter. This was the last thing Zhao Jueyu left her, and it absolutely could not be damaged in any way.

She had imagined countless possibilities regarding her rebirth, but none of them were correct. It turned out that it was Zhao Jueyu who had prayed for her.

The unfinished letter prevented her from knowing how Zhao Jueyu had managed to obtain this opportunity.

However, considering that she had lived for so many years in her previous life, but died so suddenly and unexpectedly in this life, Song Lingge felt so heartbroken that she couldn't breathe, and her heart ached terribly.

People say that love usually goes downwards.

They can devote enough patience, money, and even their lives to their children without expecting anything in return.

However, they often fail to achieve the same upward trajectory.

After learning the truth about Fang Xingxing's death, Song Lingge's mind was filled with revenge.

At that time, she completely forgot that she had an elderly mother. She never thought about how her mother would face this lonely world if something happened to her.

I'm sorry, mom.

Song Lingge silently repeated it countless times in her heart; at this moment, her heart was breaking.

"Boom boom boom——"

Song Lingge wiped away her tears and put the letter into the drawer.

Upon opening the door, I saw Qiao Nansheng, who, having had a good night's sleep, was now full of energy.

"what happened?"

Song Lingge's eyes were red, and anyone could tell that she had just been crying.

"I..." As soon as she opened her mouth, Song Lingge's tears poured out, and she glanced back at the desk.

Qiao Nansheng then noticed the small box on the desk.

He pulled Song Lingge into his arms, and Song Lingge nestled in his embrace and burst into tears.

In her past life, she failed to fulfill her filial duties, leaving her elderly mother alone; in this life, her mother died tragically, and the murderer is still at large. What has she done in both lives?

Hearing the commotion, Lin Xiuzhi and Zhao Zhangguo also came upstairs.

Qiao Nansheng gestured to the desk, and Lin Xiuzhi and Zhao Zhangguo went over and found the shattered floral notebook on the desk.

How could they not be familiar with it? It belonged to Zhao Jueyu.

Before Lin Xiuzhi even opened the notebook, tears were already streaming down her face. These notebooks were the ones she had bought for Zhao Jueyu.

At that time, they were both open-minded parents. They thought it was a good thing that Zhao Jueyu wanted to write a diary, and they never peeked into the girl's thoughts.

Whenever I see that small figure hunched over writing in his diary under the dim light of a desk lamp, I always add, "Sit up straight, or you'll get nearsighted."

Zhao Zhangguo opened the diary, read a few pages, then slammed it down. Fearing he might damage the notebook, he quickly picked it up and checked it over and over again.

"Grandpa, what's wrong?" Song Lingge asked.

Zhao Zhangguo said indignantly, "We never peeked at your mother's diary before. But now I regret it. I shouldn't have been a parent who respected my child's privacy. I should have kept a close eye on her psychological changes. Maybe then I could have stopped her from getting involved with Song... stopped this ill-fated relationship."

Song Lingge knew that this was just an angry remark. Just like Zhao Jueyu said, even if she personally raised the child, she would only raise a child with a love-obsessed mind.

How can one grow without experiencing setbacks and hardships in life?

Zhao Zhangguo and Lin Xiuzhi will remain open-minded parents who respect their children.

"The old man is saying hurtful things again. Don't you know her temper? Even if you could do it all over again, I'm afraid you still couldn't stop her. It's not because she values ​​that person so much, it's just because she loves Lingge."

Lin Xiuzhi saw things more clearly than Zhao Zhangguo. During the few times Zhao Jueyu returned home before his death, she and her daughter had some private conversations. At that time, Lin Xiuzhi felt that Zhao Jueyu had already come to his senses.

One word stirred up a thousand waves.

Suddenly, Song Lingge understood everything that had been bothering her.

She felt that since Zhao Jueyu could find a way to be reborn, why didn't she be reborn before she met Song Jianping, so that she could sever all karmic ties from the very beginning?

However, it is clear that Zhao Jueyu did not do that.

She simply chose to love her daughter over loving herself.

Song Lingge squatted on the ground, tears streaming down her face.

She finally understood why she felt Zhao Jueyu had changed so much after her rebirth; it turned out Zhao Jueyu knew everything.

Whether it was discovering Song Jianping and Nie Ergou's conversation at the beginning, or later judging Zhou Songmei, Zhao Jueyu always acted as an observer.

At that time, she thought Zhao Jueyu was an objective observer, but she didn't expect that Zhao Jueyu had already been involved.

She is the one who created this situation.

Did she ever consider that she might pay with her life for this? Song Lingge had no idea.

Even after her rebirth, she didn't spend much time with Zhao Jueyu. Zhao Jueyu let her go out and make her own way, planning everything for her and putting her first in everything, never considering himself.

She had a choice, but she made no choice.

She gave Song Lingge all the choices.

"Ring ring—" The cell phone on the bedside table rang.

Qiao Nansheng took it, but hesitated to hand it to Song Lingge.

"Who?" Song Lingge asked.

“Him,” Qiao Nansheng replied.

"Call me, let me curse this heartless bastard to death," Lin Xiuzhi said angrily.

“I’ll answer it. Otherwise, he’ll think all the men in the house are dead.” Zhao Zhangguo said, reaching for his phone.

Song Lingge was the first to snatch the phone.

"Grandma, Grandpa, I'll take care of it myself. I'll handle it. I don't have a mother anymore. I hope you both live to be a hundred years old and stay with me forever," Song Lingge sobbed uncontrollably.