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

Zhao Jueyu was very emotional, and every word she spoke was a tearful accusation.

“I don’t know how long my struggle will last. Right now, I only have one thought: to fight for the legal rights of my daughter and me. I have no idea how much money Song Jianping has saved over the years, but he shouldn’t think he can hide it from me. I also want to get back everything that your grandparents have given to our little family over the years.”

"Once I get what I deserve, whether I cut ties with Song Jianping decisively or stubbornly drag it out is not up to him. At that time, it will all depend on my mood, and I will decide."

So that's what Zhao Jueyu was planning.

Between people, it's easy to distinguish right from wrong, good from evil, but it's difficult to discern feelings.

No matter how conflicted your emotions are, you can't slack off on what you need to do.

What Zhao Jueyu should be doing now is clarifying the family's assets. And what should Song Lingge be doing?

I thought that having retained memories of my past life meant I had already deciphered the secrets of heaven, but I never expected that I still couldn't have everything go as I wished in this life.

"Mom has told you what's on my mind. Do you think I'm being too cruel to your father, showing no regard for our years of marriage? After all, he raised you and has loved you all these years."

Song Lingge smiled faintly, took Zhao Jueyu's arm, and leaned affectionately on her shoulder.

“It’s not that you’re too cruel to him, it’s that he’s too cruel to you. He’s the one who disregarded our years of marriage and destroyed our family’s happiness. Mom, whatever you want to do, I will support you.”

"Mom wants to say this to you too."

"What?"

"Whatever you want to do, I'll support you. Is there anything you want to say to your mother now?"

It turned out that Zhao Jueyu could tell she was troubled, and that she was saying all this to strengthen her resolve. She laid bare her innermost self, revealing her most vulnerable side to her without any reservations.

Zhao Jueyu, it turns out he cares about her so much.

Song Lingge no longer hesitated and recounted everything that had happened in the past few days.

"I feel it's unfair and I'm not satisfied. I have a sense of frustration that no matter what I do, the result is still not good."

Zhao Jueyu didn't reply immediately; her brows were furrowed as she fell into deep thought.

Song Lingge waited a while before hearing any sound, then waved her hand in front of the dazed Zhao Jueyu's eyes to bring her back to reality.

"Mom, what's wrong? Are you even listening to me?"

Zhao Jueyu pulled Song Lingge to sit on the bed, intending to ask her more questions.

"So many things have happened, why didn't you tell Mom before? Do you really have feelings for Fang Guanghua? He pursued you for years. Is your sadness and heartbreak this time because, as you said, you feel it's unfair and you're unwilling to accept it, or because he fell in love with someone else?"

Song Lingge really wanted to kill herself. How could even her mother, after hearing this, think that she still had feelings for Fang Guanghua?

Was she not annoying enough?

Does she have to hit and scold Fang Guanghua every time she sees him in order to avoid being criticized by others?

How come people these days have such vivid imaginations?

"Mom, how could I possibly like that Fang Guanghua? If I liked him, would I have needed him to pursue me for years?"

However, Zhao Jueyu still looked at her suspiciously. Song Lingge felt like she couldn't defend herself at all. She was tired of saying the word "innocence".

Perhaps because Song Lingge's speechlessness was practically written all over her face, Zhao Jueyu finally stopped dwelling on the issue.

Anyway, there are some things that, with her around, will definitely not happen.

"If you don't like it, that's fine. Through these incidents, you should be able to see that this person is of bad character. In this world, three-legged toads are hard to find, but three-legged men are everywhere. Don't make the same mistake again."

Song Lingge nodded, somewhat amused.

"For a school as prestigious as Nanzhou Foreign Language School to go back on its word only means that the other party has more to gain than you. There are too many unfair things in this world. Don't doubt yourself; it's not worth it."

"If you don't want to continue living like this, then increase your bargaining power. After all, a person with little influence has little say. If you want your words to carry weight, you have to consider how strong your abilities are and how high your status is."

A word to awaken the dreamer.

No matter how much self-pity Song Lingge feels here, it's useless; it will only make others look down on her even more.

I lived a whole life in my past life, but it was all for nothing. I can't even understand such a simple truth.

The fact that the school let Fang Guanghua and Li Meimei off so easily must mean that some kind of consensus was reached with the school.

Fang Guanghua had no trump card in front of Song Lingge.

So, the root of the problem lies with Li Meimei.

However, none of that matters. Instead of focusing on others, we should focus on ourselves and make ourselves a force that the school cannot ignore.

Or, like in his previous life, he might be content with modest wealth and live a life without any ambition.

No, the thought was ruthlessly nipped in the bud by Song Lingge as soon as it popped into her head.

Thinking of this, she stopped feeling dejected. Her life wasn't a novel; she didn't have so many cheat codes. Being able to live a second life was already a great blessing, and she would never easily ruin this hard-won life.

No one can!

Seeing her daughter regain her confidence, Zhao Jueyu was happy, but there was always a faint worry between her brows that she couldn't shake off.

At dinner time, Zhao Jueyu and Song Lingge finished their mother-daughter heart-to-heart talk and went downstairs to eat.

"Ding-a-ling-ding-a-ling--"

The phone rang urgently.

Lin Xiuzhi was about to answer the phone when Zhao Jueyu stopped her. She walked to the phone, paused for a few seconds, and then answered.

"Hey--"

"Jueyu?"

"it's me."

"Where did you go? I've been back for ages and haven't been able to find you. Lingge hasn't come back either."

"You guessed right, it really is Song Jianping." Zhao Jueyu's lips curled into a cold smile.

“My dad called and asked me to come home. I ran into Lingge on the way, so I brought her back with me. We’re not going back tonight.”

After a brief silence on the other end of the phone, he said, "Okay, when are you coming back? I'll come pick you up."

"Probably the day after tomorrow, around the same time as last time!"

"Let's come back soon. Lingge has to go back to school. She was a little late last time."

"Okay, whatever you say. We'll come back after breakfast the day after tomorrow, and we can take Lingge to see the new house too."

The person on the other end readily agreed, gave a few more instructions, and then reluctantly hung up the phone.

To an outsider unaware of the situation, they would certainly think they were a loving couple.

Zhao Jueyu returned to the dining table and sat down. None of the three people looked at her, remaining calm as if nothing had happened.

Finally, only Song Lingge couldn't take it anymore and asked, "Mom, have you bought a house yet?"