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

Chapter 445 Who Do You Think Is a Fool?

"Didn't I tell you not to come looking for me? Why did you still come?" Zhou Songmei said nonchalantly.

The man frowned and didn't say a word, his face full of gloom, and anyone could tell that he was furious.

However, Zhou Songmei didn't care at all and continued to soothe the child. Feeling safe in her mother's arms, the child quickly fell asleep again.

After soothing the child, Zhou Songmei realized something was wrong as she hadn't received a response from Meng Zhongkui for so long. She looked at the man and asked in a slightly gentler tone, "What happened?"

The person who arrived was none other than Meng Zhongkui, whom Song Lingge had been investigating for a long time.

Meng Zhongkui remained silent, his gaze towards her extremely unfriendly, as if he were looking at a sworn enemy.

However, Zhou Songmei's attitude towards him was completely different from when she faced Song Jianping and Fang Guanghua.

She wasn't flustered at all; instead, she raised her head and looked directly into the man's fierce gaze: "Just say what you want to say. Why are you putting on this face?"

Suddenly, as if remembering something, she asked in a panic, "Where's Zizai? Did you come alone? Where did you put him?"

Upon hearing his son's name, Meng Zhongkui lowered his head: "You finally remembered him. Don't worry, he is my biological son. I will take good care of him and, of course, put him in a safe place."

Zhou Songmei frowned, somewhat displeased with Meng Zhongkui's words. She now felt that Meng Zhongkui had indeed seemed rather strange from the very beginning of today.

She tried her best to regain her gentle demeanor and originally intended to get closer to Meng Zhongkui, but the pain from her wound was too much, so she gave up on the plan.

Meng Zhongkui saw through her motives and hesitated for a long time before convincing himself to sit on the edge of the bed.

As soon as he sat down on the bed, Zhou Songmei leaned closer and said softly, "You're acting very strange today. What happened? Is there anything between us that we can't talk about directly?"

"I also want to ask you, what can't we say to each other? Haven't I done enough for you?" Meng Zhongkui's voice was full of disappointment.

"The baby's asleep, could you help me carry her to the bed over there and put her down? Come to think of it, you've never even held her before." Zhou Songmei's voice was filled with undisguised joy.

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Meng Zhongkui immediately stood up.

The sudden action startled Zhou Songmei.

"Keep it down. If you wake her up, you'll have to soothe her yourself!"

She spoke in a coquettish tone, and in the past, Meng Zhongkui would always comply whenever she spoke like that, but today, he didn't move at all.

"Did you hear me?" Zhou Songmei was getting a little angry.

Meng Zhongkui glanced at her, then at the child in her arms, and finally went over and picked the child up. He quickly placed the child in the crib, as if he were just a heartless moving machine.

After the child was no longer in her arms, Zhou Songmei felt more free to move around, so she tentatively put her arm around Meng Zhongkui's arm.

The moment the two touched, Meng Zhongkui began to struggle. But as soon as he started to struggle, Zhou Songmei pretended to aggravate his wound, and Meng Zhongkui gave up.

Zhou Songmei's evil scheme succeeded, and she simply leaned her entire upper body against Meng Zhongkui.

"Why are you saying such things? Don't you know how I've treated you? To others, I might seem bad, resorting to any means necessary. But with you, I swear, if there's one person in this world I've never let down, it's you, only you."

After Zhou Songmei finished speaking, she leaned her head against Meng Zhongkui, showing great intimacy.

Meng Zhongkui's body became stiff.

Because the two were standing very close, Zhou Songmei noticed his subtle change in time.

Meng Zhongkui must be in trouble.

If it were before, Meng Zhongkui would have pounced on her long ago if she had approached him so obediently.

Zhou Songmei pondered for a moment, then sat up straight: "I told you before that if one day you stopped liking me, I would let you go and wouldn't use the child to tie you down. Now, has that time come?"

Zhou Songmei appeared unusually calm.

No sooner had she finished speaking than Meng Zhongkui stood up, veins bulging all over his body, and roared at her, "What do you mean by that?"

"What do you mean? Shouldn't I be asking you that? Ever since you came here today, you've been finding fault with me. Just say what you want to say, and I won't bother you."

“Persistence?” Meng Zhongkui grabbed Zhou Songmei’s collar. “You’re always so dismissive of me. You’re so humble towards Fang Guanghua, and even that old bastard Song Jianping. In your heart, am I inferior to everyone else? Is that why you can always be so indifferent?”

"You've known what kind of person I am from the very beginning. I've never hidden anything from you. Do you expect me to treat you the way I treat them?"

Zhou Songmei's probing gaze pierced Meng Zhongkui's heart like a knife.

He squatted on the ground in pain and frustration, holding his head in his hands, and occasionally punching himself a few times when he thought of something.

That's how it is when the one who keeps giving is ignored by everyone else. No one sees their efforts and takes everything for granted. Over time, even they start to believe that's how it should be.

But just because it has always been that way, does that mean it should always be that way?

"Because I knew what kind of person you were from the beginning, I never made any demands on you and did everything according to your ideas. I have no conscience, no basic judgment, no sense of right and wrong. There is only you in my world."

"So what are you up to today?"

"What's going on? Just because I'm so good to you, does that mean you can completely ignore my feelings, and that I'm not even a man in your heart? You can take whatever you want from me? And you can do it without any guilt, acting like it's all perfectly normal."

"Don't you know whether you're a man or not?"

"A man's dignity. Ask yourself honestly, have you ever cared about my feelings or my self-respect?"

Zhou Songmei sneered; she felt it was absurd to discuss such matters at this time. Meng Zhongkui, for some reason, seemed to have lost his mind.

Her contemptuous attitude made Meng Zhongkui even angrier; she had pulled out the deepest thorn in his heart.

"Back then you said you had no feelings for Fang Guanghua, that he forced you, and that you had no choice. So even though you maintained a relationship with him, I didn't interfere. Later, you suddenly hooked up with Song Jianping, saying it was to get revenge on Song Lingge, and I still didn't interfere. But since I haven't asked, do you think I'm stupid?"

"I think you're a fool? Don't you want to listen to what you're saying? It's us, we're all one, it's us who collectively treat them like fools."

"Who do you think is a fool?"

The door was knocked open again.

The baby in the crib was frightened and cried again.