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

Chapter 440 Song Lingge, you're terrifying!

Song Jianping mentioned it once when he was in the hospital, but Song Lingge assumed that they were trying to use the child to control her, or that Zhou Songmei simply wanted to show off.

But Song Jianping had called specifically to talk about this before, which now seems rather strange.

Song Lingge has made her stance clear many times: she can sever ties. Is it a bit presumptuous of her to think she can be controlled by a half-sister?

"I feel like Zhou Songmei is trying to give me a hard time. She's always been jealous of me, and now she's using this child to show me that this is my father's child, and that I'm no longer the only one?"

“That’s possible,” Qiao Nansheng agreed.

Zhou Songmei's hatred for Song Lingge stemmed from nothing more than jealousy; there was truly no other reason.

"But she may have forgotten that I'm past the age where I need a father's love."

Qiao Nansheng gripped Song Lingge's left hand tightly with his right. (Don't imitate dangerous driving; this is for plot purposes.)

Song Lingge turned her head to look at him.

I wonder if Zhao Jueyu would be satisfied if she knew that Qiao Nansheng was her boyfriend.

They soon arrived at Song Shi Ji. Qiao Nansheng put her down and said, "I'll go park the car. You go and chat with Aunt Song."

"it is good."

Qiao Nansheng was so considerate. He knew that if he were present when discussing the Song family, it would make Song Jianmei uncomfortable, so he prepared an excuse in advance.

At this time, there's still a while before the afternoon peak, and Song Jianmei usually does her inspections in the kitchen.

"We need to prepare more of these chilies, and we don't have many Sichuan peppercorns left either," Song Jianmei instructed everyone.

Seeing this, Song Lingge quietly stood aside and waited for her. She noticed that Song Lingge had arrived, nodded to her, indicating that she would come over after she finished her work, and Song Lingge nodded back.

Song Jianmei is now a capable and independent businesswoman.

A moment later, Song Jianmei finished her work and walked towards Song Lingge while taking off her apron: "Why are you here?"

Song Lingge reached out to take her arm, but Song Jianmei stopped her, saying, "I just checked the stove, and I'm covered in dust. Stay away from me, or it will stick to you."

"It's no big deal, I just want to be close to my aunt." Song Lingge continued to take her arm without any hesitation.

Seeing that she couldn't refuse, Song Jianmei let her go.

"Why did you come here today? You didn't even call."

"What? Can't I come?" Song Lingge said coquettishly.

"Oh dear, that's not what I meant," Song Jianmei hurriedly explained.

"Auntie, don't worry, I was just teasing you!"

Song Jianmei breathed a sigh of relief: "You know I can't handle being scared. What I meant was that if you had called in advance, I could have freed up some time and even made you something delicious."

"I have something to tell you." Song Lingge's tone was no longer joking.

Is it very important?

"Well, it's something important, and I wanted to give you a heads-up."

Song Jianmei stopped Song Lingge: "Let's go upstairs and talk."

Back in the private room on the second floor, Song Jianmei made sure to lock the door.

"What's wrong? I can't tell you over the phone, so you came all the way here?"

Song Lingge pulled Song Jianmei to sit on the small sofa: "I can say it on the phone, but I miss you. Anyway, it won't be troublesome for you to come over."

"So what exactly happened?"

"That woman gave birth to a daughter."

"Which woman?" Song Jianmei didn't react for a moment.

"My dad's mistress."

"She gave birth? It hasn't been that long!"

"You were born prematurely. Has your dad contacted you?"

Song Jianmei shook her head and held Song Lingge's hands in hers: "Lingge, don't take it to heart. Let's just pretend there's no such person. But how did you know?"

Song Lingge smiled and said, "I'm fine. When she gave birth, my dad called me and insisted that I come over."

"Why would you, a young woman, go there to give birth to her child? You're really crazy," Song Jianmei said angrily.

"It's good that he didn't call you. I was afraid he wouldn't get anything out of me, so he came to you instead."

"Don't worry, since we've decided to sever ties, if they dare to come, I'll kick them out." Song Jianmei wasn't just saying this out of anger; if Song Jianping really dared to come, she was truly ready to go all out.

"That's good. Aunt, if anything happens, please don't keep it to yourself, you must tell me, okay?"

Song Lingge felt remorseful thinking about how long Song Jianping had harassed Song Jianmei. If her negligence caused Song Jianmei to fall into a dilemma again, she would truly regret it to death.

"Don't worry, after what happened last time, I've thought it through. I don't have a brother like that, so you don't need to worry about me."

Thinking that Qiao Nansheng was still waiting for her outside, Song Lingge said, "I'm going to get busy, so I'll head back now. Call me if you need anything."

"Okay, be careful on your way back."

After giving Song Jianmei her instructions, Song Lingge felt a little more relaxed.

However, what Qiao Nansheng said in the car earlier seems to have been confirmed. If Song Jianping really needed someone to make soup, he should have asked Song Jianmei instead of Song Lingge. But why is he so fixated on Song Lingge?

Was it Song Jianping's idea or Zhou Songmei's idea?

"Why so fast? I was planning to go to the store later!" Qiao Nansheng said.

Song Lingge got into the car and fastened her seatbelt.

"Give me enough time to talk to my aunt. Once we're done, it'll be rush hour soon, there's no need to stay here!"

"Where shall we go now, my dear Miss Song?"

"Let's go home! I want to spend more time with my grandparents."

Zhao Jueyu's letter made Song Lingge realize how terrifying the unexpected could be. If she had another chance, she would cherish the time she spent with Zhao Jueyu.

"Why don't we pick up Grandpa Zhao and Grandma Lin and bring them to my house? It's been a long time since the two families have gotten together."

Song Lingge pouted: "Liar, Grandma and Grandpa are practically moving into your house."

Qiao Nansheng sighed, feigning helplessness: "It's been a long time since the two families have gotten together. It's not just the two little ones; Grandma has also complained to me about it several times."

Are you talking about me?

"What else? They all miss you."

The two little ones must be craving dessert; they haven't been able to thank Tang Shuxin in person for her help.

Song Lingge thought for a moment and said, "Let's go back to my house first, I'll bake some desserts or something, and then we'll bring them over!"

After everything was prepared at the Zhao family's house, the four of them went to the Qin family's house.

In the Qin family's small garden.

"You spoil them too much. Every time they come over, it's always something delicious or fun. They've almost forgotten about their mother," Tang Shuxin complained.

Song Lingge leaned closer to her and said with a smile, "Don't worry, in a few years when they go to school, I'll buy them 'Three Years of Simulation and Five Years of College Entrance Examination'."

"Song Lingge, you're terrifying!" Tang Shuxin began to worry about her two sons' academic future.