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

Chapter 442 Some secrets can only be known by oneself

The next morning, Lin Xiuzhi didn't come to wake her; Song Lingge got up on her own.

After breakfast, she returned to her study to write, but she couldn't concentrate, so she went to the garden to practice Tai Chi with Zhao Zhangguo and Lin Xiuzhi.

Even Zhao Zhangguo noticed her unusual behavior.

Lin Xiuzhi and Zhao Zhangguo exchanged glances: "If you're going to exercise, then exercise properly. What are you always looking into the house for?"

Lin Xiuzhi followed her movements and looked into the room, but apart from the large quartz clock, she couldn't see anything else.

Song Lingge was indeed checking the time; she had checked it countless times today, and for the first time, she felt that time was passing so slowly.

"Okay, I'll focus, I'll focus." Song Lingge started practicing Tai Chi movements again, but it still looked awkward and clumsy.

Lin Xiuzhi's disdain was palpable.

Finally, the phone rang.

"The phone rang, so I won't practice with you guys anymore." Song Lingge ran excitedly into the house.

"Isn't today Monday?" Zhao Zhangguo asked suspiciously.

"Just say what you have to say." Lin Xiuzhi was also confused, so she was naturally a little impatient with Zhao Zhangguo's question.

"Hey, something's not right, honey! Nansheng has to go to work on Monday, why is she so happy? Whose phone call is she answering?"

"What's so strange about that? Getting news of a manuscript being accepted, getting a call from Jianmei... there's plenty to be happy about! Don't overthink it."

Before the elderly couple could finish guessing, they saw Song Lingge carrying a small bag and walking towards the car.

Meeting the inquiring gazes of the elderly couple, Song Lingge smiled and said, "Grandma and Grandpa, I have something to do today, so don't wait for me for lunch."

"Where are you going?" Zhao Zhangguo asked immediately after being elbowed by Lin Xiuzhi.

"Go to the hospital."

"What's wrong? Are you sick?" The elderly couple jogged over and looked Song Lingge up and down.

"No, no, sigh! I didn't explain clearly. I went to Aunt Tang's hospital and made an appointment with her to have lunch together."

Zhao Zhangguo visibly breathed a sigh of relief, but Lin Xiuzhi, ever meticulous, pressed on, "Can't you talk to Shuxin at home? Why go to that hospital?"

"I'll tell you when I get back tonight! I'm leaving now."

Song Lingge didn't intend to hide the paternity test from them, but everything would have to wait until she knew the results.

Song Lingge was very anxious throughout the journey.

Sometimes she felt almost heartless, and everyone was worried that she would be affected by Song Jianping's situation.

It seems that she herself has lost all affection for her father.

Even with someone as close as herself and Qiao Nansheng, or even with Zhao Zhangguo and Lin Xiuzhi, Song Lingge couldn't reveal a single thought of what was on her mind.

This is a secret known only to her.

Throughout one's life, you are your own most loyal comrade-in-arms!

"Aunt Tang, are you busy?" Song Lingge called Tang Shuxin in advance when she arrived at the hospital parking lot.

"Lingge, come up here! Now that you're here, of course I'll put you first!"

Qiao Nansheng's family members are all kind and compassionate.

The hospital where Tang Shuxin works is the best hospital in Nanzhou City, and Song Lingge accidentally discovered many things there.

Fang Guanghua, Li Meimei, Song Jianping...

The details about these people flashed through Song Lingge's mind like a slideshow.

Speaking of which, this hospital is not far from Hele Manor.

Song Jianping's decision to go the long way around might also be partly due to his wariness of Song Lingge. However, he hadn't anticipated Zhou Songmei's premature birth, which unexpectedly triggered his feelings of guilt towards Zhao Jueyu.

The things he said to Song Lingge at the hospital completely destroyed Song Lingge's feelings for him.

There's also the small box Zhao Jueyu keeps at home. It's at this time that Song Lingge discovers the diary and letters inside. Song Lingge always feels that Zhao Jueyu is giving her guidance.

In the dark, there is God's will.

Lost in thought, Song Lingge unknowingly arrived at Tang Shuxin's office.

She composed herself, smiled, and knocked on the door.

Tang Shuxin looked up when she heard the noise, and when she saw it was her, she immediately came over to greet her.

"Why are you walking so slowly? I was just about to call you!"

Song Lingge showed what she was carrying: "It's all to buy you coffee."

Tang Shuxin took it and immediately took a sip: "You really saved my life. The two little rascals stayed up too late yesterday, and I didn't sleep well. I started dozing off first thing this morning."

"Are you sure it was Zihan and Zichen who caused this, and not Uncle Qin?" Song Lingge asked with a mischievous grin.

Tang Shuxin couldn't help but slap her: "You little brat, you're actually making fun of us married couples."

"I was wrong, I was wrong. I was just seeing how close you two are!" Song Lingge begged for forgiveness.

How do you know we have a good relationship?

"Is that even a question? Everyone knows. I wonder who was fooling around in the little garden last night."

"Oh, so you were peeking."

"Wasn't that something you taught us? Who gave you permission to peek at us first?"

Tang Shuxin, feeling she was in the wrong, put down her coffee, took Tang Shuxin's hand, and said, "Fine, I won't argue with you anymore. I'll settle the score with you when we get home. Let's go, I'll take you to get the test results."

Song Lingge's body stiffened involuntarily.

Tang Shuxin keenly noticed this and asked carefully, "Who are you investigating this time? Why are you so nervous?"

Song Lingge forced a smile at her: "I'll tell you later, go get the results first!"

"Okay." Tang Shuxin didn't ask any more questions.

Even without Qiao Nansheng mentioning it, anyone with eyes could see how troublesome the Song family's affairs were.

Since Song Lingge is unwilling to talk about it, then she won't.

As they approached the fifth floor, Tang Shuxin suddenly spoke up: "Don't shoulder everything alone. Learn to rely on men. Not psychologically, but practically. Think of it as finding yourself an errand boy or assistant."

Song Lingge laughed: "Okay, whatever you say. Is Uncle Qin your errand boy?"

"Absolutely. Whatever I tell him to do, he has to do."

Tang Shuxin told Song Lingge to wait outside while she went in to get the test results and came out quickly.

"Keep it safe for yourself."

Song Lingge took it, feeling its weight. If Tang Shuxin hadn't been there, she would have wanted to open it immediately.

Tang Shuxin seemed to sense her thoughts: "I'm going back to my office, so I won't see you off."

"No, I was thinking of inviting you to lunch!"

"Next time! I slacked off for a long time this morning and have a ton of things to do. After I drink your coffee, I'll have to get back to work."

Song Lingge didn't want to force them: "Then let's have a nice meal together this weekend."

"Okay, then I'll wait for your big meal on an empty stomach."

After saying goodbye to Tang Shuxin, Song Lingge returned to her car, holding the brown paper bag for a long time without opening it.

It was like a Pandora's box, both enticing her to open it and making her afraid that the outcome wouldn't be what she wanted.

Whatever the outcome, it shouldn't be unbearable for her.

Having figured this out, Song Lingge opened the kraft paper bag.