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

Chapter 450 You Help Me Move

Song Jianping and Meng Zhongkui only calmed down a bit after they arrived at the police station.

The two individuals engaged in a private fight, which was not considered serious. Furthermore, both showed remorse and were willing to admit their mistakes. After mediation, it was decided not to impose any punishment, and the family members could take the children home after signing the necessary documents.

Song Jianping was taken home by Song Lingge after she signed the papers.

This feeling is very strange.

Song Jianmei originally planned to come along, but Song Lingge persuaded her not to.

Thinking about the series of events that happened today, Song Jianmei guessed that Song Lingge must have something to say to Song Jianping, so she didn't go with her. She only told Song Lingge to call her after she got home and tell her what happened.

Back in the car, neither the father nor the daughter spoke.

Song Jianping may not be a good father, but he certainly knows how to act like one.

Although it was a bit embarrassing to have Song Lingge sign the document, he secretly felt that she was family.

Song Lingge has a responsibility to take responsibility for his actions, whether good or bad.

"What do you plan to do about Zhou Songmei's matter?" Song Lingge asked.

"What do you mean, what should I do? Those two have nothing to do with me," Song Jianping said through gritted teeth.

"Is the paternity test real?"

"What Li Changfa brought must be genuine!"

In fact, Song Jianping is still unsure whether it's true or not, but he just wants to believe it's real.

Perhaps this is his subconscious expectation.

It was a disgrace to him that Zhou Songmei was pregnant with this child, and he secretly did not want the child.

Now that he can prove the child isn't his, he's incredibly happy.

However, it's fine if Song Lingge and Song Jianmei see it, since they are family members after all.

However, Li Changfa witnessed everything and brought two slaps to the face.

The rumors circulating at school will probably take a long time to subside.

Song Jianping was in a dilemma, and his hatred for Zhou Songmei grew even stronger, all because of this woman who had made him a laughingstock.

As the car approached Hele Manor, Song Lingge slowed down.

"Why are you driving so slowly?" Song Jianping asked.

"I still don't know where you live now!"

Song Jianping's expression stiffened, and he said irritably, "Of course we go home, where else can we go?"

Song Lingge pursed her lips, suppressing a laugh.

It turns out that when people do shameless things, they know it's shameful.

Upon arriving at Hele Manor, Song Lingge did not turn off the engine.

"Don't you... want to come up and sit for a while?" Song Jianping asked hesitantly.

"not going."

No reason, no explanation, just straightforward.

Just as Song Lingge was about to leave, Song Jianping called her back.

Are you free tomorrow? You could come help me move.

"I can't help much with my physical condition, so I'll just call a moving company for you!" Song Lingge said frankly.

Song Jianping looked at her, hesitant to speak.

Song Lingge understood his intention, and after a while, she suddenly realized and said, "Do you have something to say to me? Just call me directly. Let's leave the moving to the professionals!"

Song Jianping looked embarrassed and glanced at her: "You can do it yourself, don't call anyone else."

Song Lingge continued to feign ignorance: "None of Nansheng will do?"

Song Jianping glared at her impatiently.

"Okay, I'll come alone tomorrow, I won't invite anyone else. Bye."

After finishing her sentence, Song Lingge drove off without waiting for Song Jianping to say anything more.

Song Jianping watched Song Lingge drive away in a cloud of dust, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

In the end, was he left with no choice but to rely on her?

But after so many things happened, he couldn't see through his daughter anymore.

Before going home, Song Lingge called Song Jianmei and explained the situation.

"He wants you to go alone, will anything happen?" Song Jianmei asked worriedly.

Ever since Song Lingge told her that Song Jianping might be involved in Zhao Jueyu's death, she has been unable to view her brother in a normal way.

"It should be fine! Since he said so, I still have to go and see what's going on," Song Lingge said nonchalantly.

Some things have to be resolved sooner or later; she can no longer be so timid and hesitant.

After returning home, Song Lingge watched TV with Lin Xiuzhi and Zhao Zhangguo, without mentioning anything about what happened that day.

Qiao Nansheng came over for dinner after get off work.

After eating, the two of them went for a walk in the neighborhood as usual to digest their food.

These days are peaceful and beautiful, unlike the stagnant life of my previous life.

Its tranquility conceals a vibrant life force.

This is the life that Song Lingge had longed for in her previous life.

"Grandma Lin said you went out all day today. Where did you go?" Qiao Nansheng asked.

"What? Are you all spying on me?"

Qiao Nansheng raised his hands in surrender: "I was just asking casually, don't wrong me."

Song Lingge pried his arm off and took his arm as they continued walking: "I know you're all worried about me, but don't worry, I'm fine."

At this point, Song Lingge stopped, quickly jumped forward two steps, then turned around to face Qiao Nansheng and walked backward.

"Speaking of which, I saw a good show today, but you're out of luck!"

Qiao Nansheng didn't stop her from walking backwards, but he kept an eye on her back so he could protect her in time.

"What's the show?"

"Today, Meng Zhongkui went to the hospital and confronted my dad and Zhou Songmei face-to-face. The three of them discussed the child's biological father. Exciting, isn't it?"

"You went to the hospital? Didn't I tell you to ask me first before you went to see them?!"

“If it were the weekend, I would have asked you without you even having to say it. But you're at work, and I don't want to bother you! Besides, I didn't go alone; I asked my aunt to come with me.”

"This time it's not bad, you knew to call others to come along." Qiao Nansheng praised helplessly.

As long as she doesn't act alone, it's already a big step forward.

"Hey, aren't you even curious about who the child's father is? Didn't you find anything I mentioned earlier interesting?"

Based on Song Lingge's writing experience, she believes that a good story is enough to pique people's curiosity.

However, Qiao Nansheng's indifference made her doubt herself.

"Why should I be curious about whose child she has?" Qiao Nansheng asked calmly.

Ah this...

Seeing Song Lingge's calculating yet aggrieved expression, Qiao Nansheng smiled and said, "Alright, alright, I'll ask. The father of her child must be Meng Zhongkui, right?"

"How did you know?" It was Song Lingge's turn to be curious.

"Guess!"

“How could you have guessed that?” Song Lingge insisted.

Most importantly, she was certain that Qiao Nansheng wasn't the kind of person who made baseless guesses.

"It's just intuition!"

Just as Song Lingge understood Qiao Nansheng, Qiao Nansheng understood her just as well.

No matter how indifferent she seemed to be to Song Jianping, he was, after all, her biological father.

If the child really is Song Jianping's, Qiao Nansheng thinks that Song Lingge might still pretend, but she certainly wouldn't be as relaxed as she is now.

"Intuition is such a sloppy thing!"

"It's not just a perfunctory response, it's the truth."

"quibble!"

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