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

Chapter 455 The Answer Remains Unknown

Zhang's mother shook her head and kept crying.

Seeing that she was upset, Song Lingge gestured to Qiao Nansheng not to ask any more questions.

She has a daughter herself and knows how painful it is for a mother to face an accident involving her child, even to the point of wishing she could give her own life and health to ensure her child's safety.

The ward was filled with pain, an overwhelming sadness.

Song Lingge had met Zhang's mother before. At that age, she was considered a very fashionable woman and looked much younger than her actual age.

However, in just a few days, Zhang's mother looked much more haggard.

It took Zhang's mother quite a while to recover.

"Director Xia called us. You can ask us anything you want. I just couldn't hold back my tears..." Zhang's mother was about to cry again as she spoke, but she tried her best to hold it back.

“Actually, after being released from prison this time, Binbin has become much more sensible, and his relationship with his father has also improved a lot, so we didn’t keep him locked up at home. But then… his father said, ‘If I had known it would be like this, I would have preferred to keep him locked up at home.’”

Song Lingge had also heard that Zhang's father was worried that Zhang Binbin would cause trouble, so he locked him up at home.

When did Zhang Binbin start going out?

Zhang's mother recalled for a moment: "Just over a week ago, he went out several times in a row, and since nothing seemed amiss, we didn't pay any attention to him. Who knew..."

As Zhang's mother spoke, she started crying again.

As a mother, I really can't bear to see anything bad about my child, especially now that he's lying in front of me covered in injuries.

I cannot speak; I cannot hear.

"Auntie, did he say what he did on these recent trips? Or who he went out with? Did he mention it?"

“He doesn’t like to tell us things, and even if we ask, he usually just tells us things to comfort us.”

Zhang's mother was also helpless, blaming herself for not educating her child properly, and now it was too late to regret it.

"It's okay, just think about what he said in those few days."

"I really don't remember." Zhang's mother racked her brains for a long time, but couldn't recall anything.

She's been staying in the hospital room these past few days, crying and crying all she can do. She's so confused, she can't even remember what happened so many days ago.

"Auntie, have you been staying at the hospital all this time?" Song Lingge asked.

“His father is busy with work, so I'm the one who stays at the hospital. Sometimes when I need to go home, I ask his cousin to come over.”

Song Lingge asked some more questions, but no matter how she guided her, she couldn't get any useful information.

It seems that everything can only be revealed when Zhang Binbin wakes up and explains what happened.

After leaving the hospital, Song Lingge's tightly furrowed brows remained unchanged.

As she was opening the car door, Qiao Nansheng stopped her, saying, "Let me open it!"

Song Lingge obediently went to the passenger seat. Her mind was a mess, and she really wasn't suited to drive. It was kind of Qiao Nansheng to be so considerate.

However, he has always been so thoughtful. It's just that Song Lingge was numb to the emotions of her past life, so it took her a long time to slowly appreciate Qiao Nansheng's kindness in this life.

"What are you thinking about?" Qiao Nansheng asked.

"I always feel it's too much of a coincidence. Zhang Binbin has always had a very flamboyant temper, but why did something happen right after I told him about Xia Jiaojiao?"

"You still suspect that he was investigating Xia Jiaojiao's death and may have found a clue, so he was also implicated?"

"I don't know why, but I feel it's very likely."

Song Lingge didn't want to talk about a woman's intuition, but in the case of Zhang Binbin, her intuition was very strong.

“We won’t get any useful information from Aunt Zhang. Why don’t you think back to what you said to Zhang Binbin the day you picked him up, or if you had any suspicions about him, and what his opinion was?”

Song Lingge recalled for a moment: "Zhang Binbin did mention a detail. He said that on that day, the night at Deyunlou, he called Fang Guanghua, but no one answered. When he called home, Li Meimei answered."

"So he never managed to speak with Fang Guanghua himself."

"Well, I originally planned to meet with him again in a few days to talk in detail, but I got busy and put it off."

Song Lingge felt a little annoyed. If she had taken this to heart and investigated earlier, Zhang Binbin might not be lying in a hospital bed now.

"It's not your fault, there's no need to blame yourself."

Song Lingge lowered her head. She had just seen Zhang's mother with red and swollen eyes, and tears streaming down her face when she got emotional. Her heart ached.

She used to be like that too; that feeling of utter despair was too heartbreaking to bear.

Who on earth is so cruel as to repeatedly cause them to lose their only child in middle age?

Could it be the person she suspected?

Song Lingge was once again plunged into deep self-blame.

If she had sought revenge at all costs from the moment she was reborn, would so many tragedies have been avoided?

Is it because of the butterfly effect caused by her rebirth that this series of consequences occurred?

The answer is unknown.

Song Lingge is not a saint; she doesn't have the saintly heart to take the blame upon herself.

However, out of reverence for life, she could not remain indifferent.

One family tragedy after another unfolded, but she wasn't a cold-blooded animal. Even though they had previously clashed with her, at this moment, Song Lingge wanted to help them uncover the truth and prevent further tragedies.

"Nansheng, I want to find out the truth." Song Lingge raised her head, her eyes shining with determination.

In the past, she had hesitated too many times, bound by the education she had received over the years, and always overthought things.

Qiao Nansheng: "..."

Qiao Nansheng remained silent for a long time, and Song Lingge did not urge him, waiting quietly, as if she already knew Qiao Nansheng's choice in her heart.

This is their tacit understanding.

I know what you will choose, but I want to hear it from your own mouth.

“Lingge, do you know that sometimes I don’t want you to be so kind? There are some things that you don’t necessarily have to do... but if you choose to do them, I will do them with you.”

Qiao Nansheng has always been a warm-hearted person. She will always remember how Qiao Nansheng helped Song Jianping without asking why when they met on the snack street.

The passion of youth never fades.

That was something ingrained in his blood, something that could not be erased.

Song Lingge looked at him and gave him her sweetest smile.

On the journey of life, what could be better than having a like-minded person to walk alongside you?

"But this time, you have to promise me you absolutely, positively won't act on your own," Qiao Nansheng pleaded humbly.

Song Lingge pondered for a moment, as if she had made a firm decision: "Even if you don't say it, I will, I promise!"

She remembered that she couldn't afford to lose.

"So what are you planning to do next?" Qiao Nansheng asked.

Song Lingge fumbled for her phone, staring at a name for a very long time.