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

Chapter 449 The Curtain Falls

Song Jianping knows how to provoke people.

When he stopped acting on emotion, his reason and intelligence returned.

He figured it out.

Zhou Songmei is a woman who plays with emotions and doesn't take them seriously.

Even in high school, she managed to juggle two men and manage to make a cunning man like Fang Guanghua a father figure for several years; her cunning is clearly extraordinary.

Now, it seems they're resorting to the same old tricks, and from the very beginning, they were after his money.

Having figured all this out, Song Jianping naturally no longer cared whether his words would hurt that woman.

She has hurt him enough.

Thinking about how he had been tricked into being a father figure for over twenty years and now a husband figure for almost a year, Song Jianping was furious.

If murder were not illegal, Zhou Songmei would have been killed ten thousand times over.

“That’s right, it all comes down to the child’s father. Why all the fuss?” Meng Zhongkui rarely agreed with Song Jianping.

The two men once again joined forces to pressure Zhou Songmei.

Zhou Songmei realized that, from beginning to end, she was the only one caught in a dilemma.

"Don't you know who the father of the child is? Now you're all pressuring me. Anyway, the child couldn't have been born by me alone. You'd better have some decency."

Zhou Songmei was really going all out.

She didn't know whose child it was, but one of the two must be the father.

Both of them want to distance themselves from the relationship, but that seems unlikely.

However, her words had no threatening effect.

Song Jianping knew that although Li Changfa always liked to oppose him, he wouldn't create trouble randomly; he would only mock him if he had solid evidence. Therefore, he believed that Zhou Songmei's child was definitely not his.

Meng Zhongkui arrived rather hastily; he was so angry upon receiving the paternity test results that he didn't have time to investigate their authenticity.

He glanced at Zhou Songmei, then at Song Jianping. A thought suddenly occurred to him.

Could it be that Song Jianping sent him the paternity test?

Is the purpose to lure him out and exonerate myself?

But upon closer reflection, it seems unlikely.

Zhou Songmei once said that Song Jianping was concerned about his image. If it really was him, it would be quite a strange thing for him to bring so many people to watch him being cuckolded!

So, what is going on?

And the child—is it really his?

Meng Zhongkui glanced around. Under these circumstances, even if the child were truly his own flesh and blood, he probably couldn't accept it...

That's too embarrassing.

Meng Zhongkui thought about it for a moment, and realized he simply couldn't do it.

However, if this daughter really is his, Zhou Songmei will definitely use this to make trouble for him in the future, and then it will be a never-ending source of annoyance.

“Since we’re at the hospital anyway, why don’t we get a paternity test done?” Meng Zhongkui suggested.

He wanted to end today's farce; a paternity test would take several days, so he'd just let today pass by first.

"Okay, then let's do a paternity test. Although it has nothing to do with me, I'm willing to do it to prove my innocence."

Coincidentally, Song Jianping once again shared the same thought as Meng Zhongkui; he also wanted to end this farce as soon as possible.

"Old Song, I knew you best! No need for the paternity test, I brought it with me, you're welcome!" Li Changfa took out a brown paper bag from his briefcase.

Song Jianping was stunned. He had always thought that Li Changfa had just received some confirmed information, but he never expected that he would get a paternity test.

When did all this happen?

Why was I completely unaware?

Also, what did he mean by that? It's as if he arranged for him to do the appraisal and had him bring it over.

Forget it, this isn't the time to dwell on these things.

Song Jianping snatched the brown paper bag and immediately opened it to check.

Only after seeing the results did he feel relieved.

He stole a glance at Zhou Songmei, unsure whether he felt relieved or disappointed.

The affection we shared during those months wasn't entirely fake.

However, Song Jianping quickly composed himself and said, "The facts are right in front of you, what else do you have to say?"

Meng Zhongkui took it, his face filled with disbelief.

But he quickly realized that he had definitely been set up.

He had no grudge against Li Changfa, and had never even met him. No one would bother him for no reason.

Recalling what Li Changfa had just said, he lunged at Song Jianping. It must have been this bastard who was full of bad intentions and had set him up.

Song Jianping was still basking in the excitement of resolving the matter and had no idea that Meng Zhongkui would pounce on him.

Even though he was prepared, he could only take a beating from such a young and rapid upstart.

Song Jianping took a solid punch to the face.

It wasn't until Meng Zhongkui and Song Jianping started fighting that the onlookers realized what was happening.

Some screamed, some tried to break up the fight, and others continued to watch the drama unfold. The lively atmosphere in the ward finally reached a fever pitch.

However, not long after, doctors and nurses arrived with the police and took Song Jianping and Meng Zhongkui to the police station.

This farce has finally come to an end.

"Did you call the police?" Song Jianmei asked Song Lingge quietly.

“It wasn’t me. If a disturbance had occurred at the hospital, it must have been reported by a nurse. We couldn’t have let the situation escalate.”

"So what do we do now? Should we follow them...?"

Song Jianmei hesitated whether to speak up, as she didn't know what Song Lingge was thinking.

"Let's not go, it's too embarrassing. We'll go if the police call," Song Lingge said with a smile, trying to reassure him.

Song Jianping's fate was entirely his own fault, and there's no need to sympathize with him.

Song Jianmei was extremely disappointed in her brother, and when she heard Song Lingge say she wouldn't go, she felt relieved.

"Then where are we going now?"

"Of course I'm going back to have soup! I only went out to get some because I didn't want to bring it with me."

"Okay, I'll cook a few more dishes when we get back, let's celebrate."

After Song Jianmei finished speaking, she paused for a second. What was she celebrating?

But she also felt that today was a day worth celebrating.

The aunt and niece happily embarked on their journey home.

All sounds are silent.

Finally, the ward returned to quiet, and all the onlookers dispersed.

Looking at the empty space before her, Zhou Songmei burst into tears.

Even if she cried loudly, no one came to watch.

Her "glorious deeds" will probably be a laughing stock in the hospital for a long time to come.

After a long while, Zhou Songmei cried until she was exhausted, then looked up and saw a thermos in the corner.

Her face instantly turned cold, and her eyes became sharp as knives.

……

Song Lingge accompanied Song Jianmei home for soup. While the two were chatting, Song Lingge's phone rang.

It was an unfamiliar landline number.

The aunt and niece exchanged a knowing glance, seemingly both understanding.

Song Lingge answered the phone after a long pause: "Hello, who is this?"

"Excuse me, are you Song Lingge? This is Ninghe Street Police Station."