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

Song Jianping's voice was very hoarse, but his tone was very calm, as if he were simply recounting someone else's story.

Song Lingge looked directly at him: "That's not important. What's important is, is it you?"

"Yes!" Song Jianping replied frankly.

It's like when Song Lingge asked him, "Are you the principal of Nanzhou Middle School?" he would answer, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Upon hearing this answer, Song Lingge originally thought she would be furious, and would uncontrollably roar and curse.

However, when the answer was finally revealed to her, although her heart was breaking, she also felt an unexpected sense of nonchalance.

Is the truth finally about to come out?

“Zhou Songmei was there that day too. Was it related to her?” Song Lingge asked.

"Do you really want to be involved with her? That way you'll have a legitimate reason to avenge your mother and send her to prison?"

"I just want to know the truth."

"The truth may disappoint you, but it is true that I accidentally pushed your mother down."

After saying this, Song Jianping stopped looking at Song Lingge and walked to the window, gazing into the distance.

“When your mother was young, in the first few years after she got married, she loved to stand here and look at the peach tree outside the window. She said that peach blossoms are beautiful, that they are the flowers of love, and that they symbolize the love between me and her.”

Song Lingge remembered this passage; it had appeared in Zhao Jueyu's diary.

"She is a very artistic and romantic person, and she always does many things that I don't like with her cleverness. Later I realized that it was actually because I didn't like her that I didn't like anything she did."

"So you like Zhou Songmei's mother?" Song Lingge interrupted her.

Hearing your father say that he doesn't love your mother, especially when your mother's love is misplaced, is a very sad thing.

Song Jianping glanced back at her: "I liked her, I really did like her at first, but..."

"But you love yourself the most, which is why you chose your mother who comes from a better family."

"Yes!" Song Jianping looked back at the peach tree outside the window.

Song Jianping was different today. Song Lingge felt that Zhao Jueyu's diary had given him the desire to confide in her. These words, coming from his usually hypocritical mouth, made Song Lingge want to listen, so she stopped interrupting him.

"Zhou Yuhong is Zhou Songmei's mother. When I was working in the countryside in Yuning County, she helped me a lot, so we naturally got together. To be honest, I didn't like her that much, otherwise I wouldn't have made the resolute decision to return to the city."

"But after returning to the city, and later learning that she had given birth, the guilt I felt made me realize that I truly loved her. She and your mother are actually the same, both very brave and persistent people."

“Not everyone can compare to my mother,” Song Lingge interrupted him.

Song Jianping nodded silently, agreeing with what Song Lingge said: "Yes, she can't compare to your mother. Your mother's love is purer. I was blind and insensitive. I was just expressing my feelings at the time. At least back then, I thought Zhou Yuhong was brave and persistent. You can't imagine how much gossip a single mother has to endure."

“I poured my guilt towards her onto Zhou Songmei. I truly treated her like my own daughter, and I feel very sorry for you and your mother.”

Song Lingge was disdainful, but she didn't interrupt Song Jianping again.

“One wrong step leads to another, and the more mistakes you make, the more mistakes you accumulate. In the case of Zhou Songmei, I compromised and hesitated repeatedly, which led to the situation we have today.”

“After Zhou Songmei recognized your mother as her godmother, I actually had my own selfish motives at that time. A family of four is actually not bad. I didn’t know that Zhou Songmei was harboring evil intentions, and I didn’t know that she was jealous of you. We made an appointment to clean the new house, and when she saw the new house, she became smug and said that she wanted to replace you.”

“I always thought your mother was a very reserved and introverted person. She never showed her emotions outwardly. But that time, your mother told Zhou Songmei directly that no one could replace you. Zhou Songmei was rejected and, in a fit of anger, said that she was my daughter. Your mother couldn't take the blow and started fighting with me. I accidentally knocked her hand away…”

So this is the truth of everything.

Zhou Songmei was not innocent; it was her words that pushed Zhao Jueyu to his breaking point.

“Zhou Songmei and I agreed on the same story and confirmed that your mother had fallen accidentally. After that, we became the two closest people to each other, until she caused a scene at school about having an illegitimate daughter. Lingge, I’m sorry to you, and even more sorry to your mother.”

Song Jianping clutched his head and squatted down in anguish.

"After I married your mother, I was busy using their family's influence to fight for houses and professional titles, and eventually became the principal of a school. But I felt that all of this was due to my own efforts and hard work."

“I’m a jerk, aren’t I? Especially after Zhou Songmei came, her obedience contrasted with your rebelliousness, and the scales in my heart tipped even more towards the mother and daughter. Later, a shared secret forced me to stand on her side.”

Song Lingge frowned. This man was still trying to justify his behavior, even in his words.

There is no such thing as being forced in this world; if there is, it is actually a true reflection of one's own heart.

If Song Jianping had surrendered himself at the time, would he have had to go through the subsequent ordeal?

It was simply his own choice; he was unwilling to take responsibility for his mistakes.

“After Zhou Songmei moved out of Hele Manor, I lived alone for a while. Lingge, do you know? That was the loneliest time of my life. I suddenly realized that it seemed like I had everything, but it also seemed like I had lost everything.”

“I can’t wait to get back together with you, but no matter what I do, I can’t seem to get close to your heart. During the New Year, you believed me, it was really unintentional. I don’t know what happened, so later I was led by the nose by Zhou Songmei.”

“Of course, I wasn’t alone during that time. She gave me a home and a goal to strive for. I asked Jianmei for money so that she and the children could have a better life. I know that would hurt you, but that was the only way I could feel needed.”

"Is your being needed just about constantly hurting us?" Song Lingge finally couldn't hold back and shouted.

How can anyone in this world be so selfish as to justify all their wrongdoings?

Song Jianping smiled, but that smile carried a faint sense of death.

“I lost both my parents when I was young and raised Jianmei by her family, sometimes starving and sometimes hungry. I never received love, and I don’t know how to love. Everything I do is just to live a better life and to live like a human being.”

"But I was wrong. The more I tried to live like a human being, the less human I became."