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

Song Lingge decided that she should not come to the hospital again until the truth was found out.

Unless Zhang Binbin wakes up, Zhang's mother will cry uncontrollably whenever she sees anyone.

Seeing that she hadn't spoken, Li Meimei assumed she was angry, so she said, "I'm sorry, I really didn't expect it to be this serious, so I couldn't control my emotions."

Song Lingge sighed helplessly. Although Li Meimei's kindness was useless, what was wrong with kindness itself?

"I'm not blaming you, but please try not to come again in the future, otherwise, what if something happens to Auntie's health..."

"Okay. But who did Zhang Binbin offend? How did he get so badly injured?" Li Meimei's curiosity shifted.

"They say they haven't found the murderer yet. It's been so long and they still haven't found him, so it's probably hopeless."

“Zhang Binbin is usually very arrogant and must have offended a lot of people.”

"Forget it, he's already suffered so much, let's not talk about him behind his back," Song Lingge said.

"Oh, I'm not just chatting, I'm analyzing the situation! You have no idea how upset I felt when I saw him like that."

Song Lingge patted her shoulder to comfort her; she could tell that Li Meimei was genuinely upset.

“Lingge, didn’t I tell you that Zhang Binbin called me a while ago? I feel really sorry for him.”

Song Lingge asked in surprise, "What did you do to wrong him?"

“A while ago, one night, Zhang Binbin suddenly called my house. When I saw how late it was, I immediately got angry and gave him a good scolding.” Li Meimei regretted her actions.

Seeing Zhang Binbin covered in injuries and with tubes inserted everywhere, Li Meimei felt an overwhelming sense of regret, thinking about how violent she had left him as her last impression.

Song Lingge laughed and said in a casual tone, "Calling you in the middle of the night to bother you, you're right to scold him! If it were me, I would definitely scold him too. This is not your fault, don't take everything on yourself."

Li Meimei shook her head; clearly, Song Lingge's persuasion had no effect.

"You don't know, although Zhang Binbin and I aren't very close, he and Fang Guanghua get along quite well!"

"How come those two are getting along so well? Did Zhang Binbin not tell you about such a serious incident?"

Li Meimei was stunned; Song Lingge's words made some sense.

She and Zhang Binbin were classmates, so why didn't Fang Guanghua tell her?

"You said it happened quite suddenly, he probably doesn't even know yet. I'll mention it to him when I get back."

"No, please don't do that. If he comes to visit, he'll make Auntie cry again."

“You’re right, then I won’t say anything more,” Li Meimei replied with a smile.

However, she felt that something was not right.

Song Lingge glanced at her watch: "Let me treat you to lunch. What would you like to eat?"

Li Meimei shook her head: "I don't have an appetite. Let's skip it today and eat together next time."

Song Lingge said considerately, "Okay, but don't overthink it. It really has nothing to do with you. Besides, that happened a long time ago, so you don't need to worry about it."

Li Meimei forced a smile and nodded to Song Lingge: "Don't worry, I'm fine. I'll be going now, let's meet again next time."

Song Lingge watched Li Meimei take a taxi and leave, then took out her phone from her bag.

Just as I was about to make the call, a figure darted out.

"Have you gotten any clues?" Jing Chu asked.

Song Lingge patted her chest and said irritably, "Can't you come out and make a sound? You scare people to death, okay?"

Jing Chu looked at her mockingly: "You're scared by this? Did you do something wrong?"

Song Lingge was too lazy to argue with him and walked straight to the parking lot.

"Hey, you can't be that stingy, can you?" Jing Chu had had his fill of banter, but he still had to keep up.

"Why are you following me? Go follow Fang Guanghua!"

"What were you doing with Fang Guanghua?" Jing Chu asked, then suddenly widened her eyes. "He's a suspect, isn't he?"

Song Lingge shook her head: "I can't quite put my finger on it, but something just feels off. Forget it, I'd better not go with him and stay at the hospital with Zhang Binbin!"

"Hey, why are you so fickle?" Jing Chu's newly sparked interest vanished instantly.

"Right now, keeping an eye on Zhang Binbin is the most important thing! You don't want to? Then I'll call Nansheng." Song Lingge pretended to reach for her phone.

"Oh dear!" Jing Chu glared at Song Lingge and said helplessly, "All you do is complain. What? Does Qiao Nansheng think he can eat me? You just use him to pressure me."

Song Lingge said smugly, "Who can blame me when this trick works so well?"

After saying that, he glared at the person who was refusing to leave the passenger seat and said, "Aren't you getting out of the car?"

"It's almost lunchtime, aren't you going to treat me to lunch?"

"We don't have this."

Jing Chu got out of the car cursing, but Song Lingge didn't care and immediately drove away.

Even from a great distance, you can still see the menacing appearance of Jingchu in the rearview mirror.

Not long after, the phone rang.

Song Lingge glanced at her phone and speechlessly pressed the speakerphone button.

"Tell me, what did Jingchu say about me?"

Qiao Nansheng's hearty laughter came through the phone: "What? Can't it be me who misses you? Does he have to be the one to complain?"

"So tell me, are you missing me, or are you here to attack me on behalf of your best buddy?"

"Thinking of you accounts for 90% of my life."

"Wow, I didn't expect that I'm not your whole world, but Jingchu still accounts for a tenth of it!" Song Lingge said in a feigned sour tone.

Qiao Nansheng rubbed his temples. He had seen mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law get jealous, he had seen friends get jealous, and he had even seen women get jealous of their children, but he had never seen a woman get jealous of her man.

"I hadn't even finished speaking when you interrupted me. The remaining 10% was to hear you vent your grievances, and then I would help you conquer Jingchu."

"Really?"

"Replacement guaranteed."

"Forget it, I'll deal with Jingchu myself. You're always too soft-hearted." Song Lingge raised her voice and drew out the last syllable.

It was as if it confirmed that there was something between Qiao Nansheng and Jing Chu.

Qiao Nansheng smiled helplessly. Even his wife said so, what else could he say?

"Did you get anything out of Li Meimei during your meeting?"

"I can't say for sure, Li Meimei should be completely unaware."

"Then this lead has gone cold again."

Song Lingge's eyes flickered: "Not necessarily! Sometimes you need to lure the snake out of its hole."

"Oh? What brilliant plan does the great writer Song have?"

"At this time, please call me Detective Holmes."

"Hahaha, good..."

"Ah—" Song Lingge suddenly cried out.

"What's wrong?" Qiao Nansheng, who had just been leaning back in his chair and talking to her comfortably, suddenly tensed up and asked with concern.

"fine!"

"to be honest."

"I always feel like someone is following me."