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

Chapter 447 A Dilemma

Song Jianping had never suffered like this before.

What happened today was even more embarrassing than the time when Song Lingge's school notified him to come and testify.

The person who called him was the school's vice principal, Li Changfa.

Despite their constant calling each other "Old Song" and "Old Li," they are actually quite competitive.

In particular, Li Changfa called him to tell him a piece of information: your child is not yours.

How can anyone tolerate this?

This is intolerable! Song Jianping can tolerate anyone else, but he can't tolerate this person saying it out loud.

When he heard that, he wanted nothing more than to come over and tear Zhou Songmei's face apart.

However, there are also doubts about Li Changfa's phone call. For example, how did he know all this?

Li Changfa didn't say anything explicitly on the phone, continuing his usual cryptic approach.

However, what he said left Song Jianping speechless, and he had to endure his ridicule for half a day.

This is a great disgrace.

When Song Jianping returned to confront Zhou Songmei, he heard a man's voice outside the door.

At first, he thought it was Fang Guanghua. But after eavesdropping for a while, and considering Li Changfa's phone call, he suddenly had a terrible idea.

He desperately wanted to fly into a rage and charge in to fight like a man, regardless of the consequences.

But when he kicked open the door and saw Meng Zhongkui's imposing size, he became timid.

At his age, there's no need for him to risk everything for a fickle woman.

"Oh right, we're still missing one person. Should I call Fang Guanghua over now?" Song Jianping said casually.

It has to be said that after being a principal for so many years, he's become quite adept at psychological warfare.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Songmei's expression changed.

The presence of two men already left her unsure how to end the situation. If Fang Guanghua were to join in, she doubted she would leave this room alive.

Why are all the people with the surname Song so difficult to deal with?

"If you want to spread your family scandals, I don't care!" Zhou Songmei tried her best to appear calm, but a hint of uncertainty and trembling could still be heard in her voice.

The words "family scandal" stung Song Jianping deeply.

Now that the door is closed and it's just the three of them, even if things turn out as he predicted, they can't get much worse.

"Don't wash your dirty linen in public," is Song Jianping's motto.

"Then stop dawdling. You haven't answered the question I just asked you. By the way, I only want the truth."

Zhou Songmei paid no attention to Song Jianping's threats. She wanted to answer him: Can you tell the difference between truth and lies? I've never told you the truth.

What she has always worried about is her own choices.

Two men in front of you, two choices.

Zhou Songmei's heart was bleeding; she truly didn't know what choice to make.

On the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, Zhou Songmei left the Song family in such a disheveled state, so she was unwilling to give up. After Song Lingge and Qiao Nansheng left, she quietly went back.

At that time, she thought that she had to win back Song Jianping no matter what, at least she couldn't let him and Song Lingge be a loving father and daughter.

As it turned out, she never imagined that this trip would change everything.

In her heart, although Song Jianping was not her biological father, he was more like a father to her than her own father.

She overlooked the fact that he was also a man.

Thus, under the influence of alcohol, the two made an unforgivable mistake.

Previously, because of Zizai, she and Meng Zhongkui had never lost contact over the years.

She and he have always been the closest of friends.

Therefore, even though Zhou Songmei knew what the two men were thinking at that moment, she had no way to answer them.

After all, it was a fact that even she herself was unaware of.

The child was there, but she didn't know who the father was.

How does this make her choose?

If two people ask her separately, she can name the flowers. But what if two people come at the same time?

Even the eloquent Zhou Songmei could only remain silent at this moment.

With Song Jianping being so aggressive, she could only pin her hopes on Meng Zhongkui.

But what if that child isn't Meng Zhongkui's, but really Song Jianping's, that old bastard?

Once you make the wrong choice, the child is there, and you can't get them back later.

What should we do when faced with this dilemma?

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"Aunt, stop cooking, it's almost done," Song Lingge urged impatiently.

"You silly child, you want chicken soup but don't want to wait. When did you become so impatient?"

"Alright, alright, you stay up, I'm going out for a bit." After saying that, Song Lingge dashed out.

"Where are we going?" Song Jianmei asked the air, naturally receiving no response.

"This child, can't even wait this long," Song Jianmei muttered to herself, sitting down to watch the fire.

Not long after, Song Lingge returned carrying a bag of things.

"Auntie, could you please bring me the thermos?"

"Isn't the thermos supposed to hold chicken soup?" Song Jianmei asked, puzzled, but still took the thermos and came out of the kitchen.

Song Lingge poured the packaged crucian carp soup into a thermos.

"Tsk, it doesn't look very good." Song Jianmei complained with great disdain.

"It's okay, it's not like we're the ones drinking it."

Song Jianmei became even more curious: "You rushed me to make soup, not because you wanted to drink it yourself?"

"clever!"

"You child, you have no manners. Why are you causing all this trouble?"

Song Lingge finished preparing the crucian carp soup, returned to the kitchen, and turned off the stove: "Aunt, I'll take you to see a good show."

"Explain yourself clearly what happened!"

"We'll have plenty of time to talk once we get on the bus. If we're late, we'll miss the show." Song Lingge remained mysterious.

In Song Lingge's car.

"What? You're saying this soup is for that slut?" Song Jianmei asked unhappily.

“I originally told you to just make some chicken soup and pack some for her. But you insisted on making it so fragrant that I couldn’t bear to part with it, so I had to go out and get some crucian carp soup.”

"No, have you taken the wrong medicine, child? Why are you preparing soup for her? Is your father here to give you trouble again?"

"I prepared it myself." Song Lingge glanced at Song Jianmei during a break; she was furious and had nowhere to vent her anger.

Song Lingge smiled and said, "Don't be angry, I have a purpose. You know, it wouldn't be right if the two of us went to see a play without bringing something, right? Even if I just pack some soup, it's still uncertain whether she'll even get to drink it!"

Perhaps it was Song Lingge's confident expression that infected Song Jianmei, who was no longer angry, but was still quite puzzled as to what kind of good show it was.

"Did something happen?" Song Jianmei asked.

"You'll find out later."

No matter how confident Song Lingge was, deep down she still had some worries. She had made so many arrangements in private, hoping that the actors would perform well.

She could have just sat at home and waited for the result, but given her personality, she had to see how that person was caught in the middle.