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

Chapter 439 A Mother's Good Intentions

Qiao Nansheng led the two elders of the Zhao family downstairs, and Song Lingge dialed the phone again.

"Hey."

"Lingge! Wait a minute."

Song Lingge could tell that Song Jianping was deliberately lowering his voice.

After a while, Song Jianping said, "Why didn't you answer the phone just now?"

"Go to sleep!"

"Oh, are you rested now? It wasn't nice of me to wake you so late last night."

Then came a long silence. Song Lingge had learned not to dwell on these trivial pleasantries. He was just being polite anyway; if he wanted to talk, he could keep talking, and she shouldn't expect any response.

After a long silence, Song Jianping lost his patience and said, "Lingge, I'm begging you, I owe you a favor. Look, Xiaomei just gave birth, and I have to take care of both her and the baby, I can't leave at all. Could you please make some soup for me?"

"No trouble at all," Song Lingge chuckled. She realized there was a saying that was really true: people can actually laugh when they're speechless.

"That's good. Crucian carp soup will do; it helps with lactation." Song Jianping seemed relieved.

"I didn't agree, so there's no need to bother."

“Lingge, we’re all family after all. I understand you don’t like Xiaomei, but that child is still your own sister. After your grandparents pass away, your closest relatives will only be us. Why make things so tense?”

"Are you ever going to stop?" Song Lingge's tone was icy.

"You're as stubborn as your mother. No matter how nicely I talk to you, you just won't listen. Are you afraid that if I have them, they'll treat you badly?"

“Have you ever been kind to me?” Song Lingge interrupted him directly. “Also, you’re not qualified to mention my mother.”

This is a reminder, and also a warning.

"You're just so willful and lack social skills. You always speak so bluntly. You'll suffer in society if you act like this. Can't you learn to be more magnanimous and make peace with Xiaomei? From now on, we'll be a real family. Wouldn't that be better?"

"I must be crazy to be listening to all this. Go tell Zhou Songmei that the child she gave birth to is yours, what does it have to do with me? Are you trying to use this to control me? Did you lose your brain after having a child?"

Perhaps because Song Lingge had always been very polite, Song Jianping did not expect her to speak so harshly and was momentarily taken aback.

"You really don't understand social etiquette at all. Xiaomei just gave birth, and she's weak right now. If you could lend a helping hand, wouldn't the conflict between you two be resolved..."

Song Lingge hung up the phone.

It's useless to say anything to someone whose values ​​don't align with yours.

After going downstairs, she saw three people sitting upright, glancing at the stairwell from time to time. When they caught a glimpse of Song Lingge coming downstairs, they pretended not to care and chatted casually.

Sure enough, when people are embarrassed, they pretend to be very busy.

Song Lingge wanted to laugh, but she wanted to tease them even more.

She frowned and walked to the sofa to sit down. She neither chose the two-seater with Qiao Nansheng nor the three-seater with the Zhao family elders, but sat alone on a single seat, looking as if she had something on her mind.

Qiao Nansheng, Zhao Zhangguo, and Lin Xiuzhi looked at each other, pushing each other, none of them wanting to speak first.

Song Lingge stole glances at their movements, trying hard to suppress her laughter.

Finally, under the pressure of his elders, Qiao Nansheng spoke first: "Lingge, what did he say to you? He didn't make things difficult for you, did he?"

Song Lingge wanted to shake her head, but fearing they might misunderstand, she sighed and remained silent.

Zhao Zhangguo couldn't hold back any longer: "I knew it! What good could he possibly have on his phone? Even if there was something good, it wouldn't be for Lingge. Lingge, tell me, how did he make things difficult for you? I'll risk my life to make sure he doesn't get away with it."

Zhao Zhangguo was so angry that his face turned red and his neck bulged. Song Lingge originally wanted to joke around for a while, but when she saw him like this, she was afraid that she might accidentally go too far, so she immediately came over to help him calm down.

"Grandpa, don't get agitated. I was just joking with you. What can he do to me? Even if he wants to, he'll have to see if I'll take the bait."

Zhao Zhangguo finally felt a little better. Lin Xiuzhi patted Song Lingge's back forcefully: "You child, are you still joking with us? Don't you know these two old bones can't take any more trouble?"

Song Lingge sat down between Zhao Zhangguo and Lin Xiuzhi, and affectionately linked arms with Lin Xiuzhi, saying, "You two aren't old at all. You're going to watch me get married and have children. How are you old?"

"Aren't you ashamed? What young woman would say she wants to get married and have children?"

"Hahaha……"

Song Lingge leaned on Lin Xiuzhi's shoulder and saw a gentle breeze rising outside the window, sunlight filtering through the leaves and dappling the floor.

She loved this moment; everything felt warm and comforting.

All of this was earned for her by Zhao Jueyu, and she should cherish it and not let her mother's good intentions go to waste.

After lunch, Song Lingge planned to go to Song Shi Ji.

Since Song Jianping didn't get any good treatment from her, he might harass Song Jianmei, so she had to remind him.

"Did that person really not make things difficult for you?" Qiao Nansheng asked.

His upbringing wouldn't allow him to be disrespectful to his elders, especially Song Lingge's father. Yet, that man was truly unfit to be a father.

"You noticed? I thought my acting was pretty good!" Song Lingge, who had been resting with her eyes closed, sat up straight immediately upon hearing Qiao Nansheng's words.

Qiao Nansheng looked at her helplessly, trying to see if she was really indifferent or just pretending.

"Why are you looking at me instead of the car?" Song Lingge shouted.

Seriously, if she were to lose her life because of this, she really wanted to kick Qiao Nansheng. No, one kick wouldn't be enough; she'd have to stab him a few times, like in an ancient drama, to vent her anger.

Qiao Nansheng: "..."

Song Lingge adjusted her seat back and found a comfortable position to recline.

"Actually, my mom left me a letter in her diary. She told me to cherish this hard-won life, and I think she's right!"

"When did Aunt Zhao write the letter?" Qiao Nansheng asked warily.

"It has nothing to do with her accident. It's just an ordinary letter. I'll show it to you later," Song Lingge quickly explained.

If Zhao Jueyu could really foresee his accident, that would be wonderful.

From that letter, it can be seen that although she didn't know how she used to bring Song Lingge back to life in her previous life, she did not gain any abilities.

She just wanted her daughter to learn from her painful memories and start anew.

"Mom, I will definitely fulfill your wish. You're watching over me from heaven!" Song Lingge thought to herself.

"Lingge, don't you think something's a little strange?"

"What's weird?"

Why was he so insistent that you make soup for Zhou Songmei?