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

Chapter 452 Wishful thinking

Chapter 452 Wishful Thinking

Song Jianping was flushed red; he was almost driven mad by Song Lingge.

"Can't you be serious for once?"

Song Lingge looked at him and said, "Can't I be serious? You're an elder, and it's not my place to say these things. But, besides me, there's no one else who would say them to you."

"Aren't you ashamed about what happened at the hospital? I am! You're supposed to be the principal of a top-tier high school, how could you fall for such a simple honey trap?"

"Don't make a mountain out of a molehill and say such nasty things. 'Honey trap'? It's not that exaggerated," Song Jianping said defensively.

He simply couldn't accept that his farcical relationship with Zhou Songmei was being described as a honey trap.

He's not so senile as to be that confused.

Song Lingge said disdainfully, "How about I calculate the money you took from your aunt these past few months? You should have a good idea of how much money you have, right? I bet even a typical honey trap wouldn't amount to this much!"

The truth is often hard to hear.

Song Jianping fell silent.

He didn't believe it was a honey trap, but he couldn't find any reasonable evidence to refute Song Lingge.

So what should we do now? Of course, we should use filial piety and social status to suppress it.

"Is this how you talk to me?" Song Jianping shouted.

"Then what attitude do you think I should have? Have you forgotten what I told you before?"

Song Lingge did not back down in the slightest.

Everyone thought that her words about severing ties were just a rash remark she made in anger, but only she knew what they truly meant.

"I called you here today to have a proper talk, do you have to have this attitude?" Song Jianping quickly softened his stance.

Song Lingge looked at him and said, word by word, "If it weren't for what happened yesterday, we probably wouldn't be having this chat today! What do you want to talk to me about? I'm afraid you're just using our blood relationship as an excuse to always settle for second best?"

"If yesterday's events hadn't happened, you might still be in the hospital playing the role of a devoted husband. I wonder if you remembered whether you ever changed my diapers when you were changing your daughter's? While you were trying to curry favor with Zhou Songmei and asking me to make soup for her, did my mother drink any of the soup you made during her postpartum period?"

"You said you wanted to have a serious talk with me. Is it because you've had a change of heart, or are you just worried about being left alone in your old age?"

"Lately, you keep saying, 'How did I become like this?' Have you ever thought about why I became like this?"

“You lied to my mother and me for over twenty years. Have you ever thought about how we felt when we found out Zhou Songmei was your daughter? Later, when the truth came out, I thought it was all over, but then she suddenly said she had a child with you. Do you know how I felt then?”

Song Jianping kept his head down and did not answer.

Song Lingge continued, "You know how she treated me, but you still chose to be with that person. Did you ever think about whether I could bear it? During the New Year, you were the one who asked to have dinner with Nan Sheng's parents, but you broke your promise because of Zhou Songmei. You knew that it was the first formal meal for both sets of parents. Did you ever think about my situation?"

"You've done so many things to hurt my daughter and me, yet now that time has passed, you expect me to treat you the same way as before. Do you think that's possible?"

“I could have sat here peacefully today, playing the role of a dutiful daughter, being a loving father and daughter with you, and forgetting all those upsetting things. Or I could have played the role of an observer, watching what you could say, and then ignoring your words, mocking you, and being sarcastic towards you.”

Song Lingge sighed and continued, "But I don't want to. I don't want to do that. I don't want to hear a single word you say, whether it's repentance or continuing to use filial piety to suppress me. I don't want to hear any of it. In my heart, you have nothing to do with me anymore."

"So what brings you here today?" Song Jianping couldn't help but ask, his voice a little hoarse.

Song Lingge rarely talked to him this much, and he had no idea that his daughter was thinking this way.

It seems he has truly lost her.

Song Lingge took out a pink floral notebook from her bag, stroked it several times, and then reluctantly placed it on the coffee table.

“I originally wanted to keep this with me forever, but after thinking about it for a long time, I still want you to see it.”

"What is that?" Song Jianping swallowed hard, and it took him a long time to finally ask.

Actually, he had a vague recollection of that notebook.

Pink floral print, it's like someone I remember always loving it.

He seemed to have mocked me to my face before, saying I was unsophisticated.

The notebook cover had turned slightly yellow, and now looked even more rustic and worn, exuding an air of decay.

He could have easily reached out and grabbed it; he could have simply opened it and seen what it was.

but why?

Why were his hands trembling? Why did a hint of fear creep into his heart?

Song Lingge did not answer him and got up to leave.

A deathly silence returned to the room.

Song Jianping was afraid of this feeling.

After the falling out with Zhou Songmei, he decided to completely sever ties with that woman, which is why he had to move immediately before Zhou Songmei was discharged from the hospital.

He even considered having Song Lingge move back after the move, hoping to mend their father-daughter relationship. Song Jianmei also brought soup to the hospital yesterday, and he planned to re-establish contact with her then.

They are still the closest of relatives.

This was his wishful thinking, but he didn't expect it to backfire.

Why play such a huge joke on him just when he was about to start living a good life again?

And it's not funny at all.

I don't know how much time has passed, or how long Song Lingge has been gone.

As night fell and the light from other buildings shone through the room, Song Jianping shakily reached for the pink floral notebook.

……

"Jingle Bell--"

Song Lingge answered the phone and put it on speakerphone.

"It's not time to leave work yet!"

"Where are you now?"

"I'm in the car. Do you want me to pick you up from get off work?"