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

As soon as Song Lingge finished asking her question, Zhao Zhangguo and Lin Xiuzhi looked at Zhao Jueyu, anticipating her answer.

It seems they are not indifferent.

"Not yet, but I've found a place I like. I'll take you to see it."

Zhao Jueyu then looked at the two elders and teased them with a smile, "Why don't you two go and take a look too?"

Zhao Zhangguo hadn't seen his daughter so mischievous in almost twenty years; it truly felt like a lifetime ago.

Feeling seen through, he coughed lightly to clear his throat before speaking.

"I don't care how the house you bought is, as long as you bought it." After saying that, he winked at Lin Xiuzhi.

Lin Xiuzhi then left the dining table.

Zhao Zhangguo continued, "These commercial housing units nowadays are all pretty much the same, they're all the same."

Song Lingge admired the old man's foresight. In fact, at that time, commercial housing was just emerging. Even if the location was remote now, after a few more years of development, these locations would actually be considered the city center.

Therefore, she had no opinion on where the house was bought.

In their previous life, after the Zhao family elders passed away, their entire estate was left to Song Lingge and Zhao Jueyu.

The main reason Fang Guanghua was able to buy the nearly bankrupt cement factory was because he sold his old house and his parents' inheritance.

It was only then that Song Lingge discovered that her parents had actually bought an apartment and several shops in the past.

At this moment, Lin Xiuzhi walked over carrying something wrapped in cloth.

At Zhao Zhangguo's signal, it was handed to Song Lingge.

When Song Lingge opened it, she found it was a property ownership certificate, and her name was written in the owner's column.

"Grandma, Grandpa, this..."

Zhao Zhangguo didn't look at her, but instead looked at Zhao Jueyu and said, "Lingge is our only younger relative. Everything we have is for her, so we put her name on the property deed directly. Don't feel guilty. Your mother and I have no problem with you, it's just that Song Jianping..."

"dad!"

Zhao Jueyu interrupted him angrily.

“Lingge is your granddaughter. Didn’t she come from my womb? Why would I be jealous of her? I’m extremely grateful that you bought her a house. You care about her even more than I do as her mother. What more could I ask for?”

"Besides, even if you buy it for me, I'll immediately transfer it to her name. What are Song Jianping and I buying a house for? Isn't it to prevent him from using our joint marital property outside the marriage? Why would I care about these things with you?"

She was truly wronged, and Zhao Jueyu felt quite aggrieved.

However, at this moment, she clearly realized that the only people in the world who were unconditionally good to her and to Lingge were her parents.

She regretted her earlier hesitation; it was really wrong of her.

Zhao Zhangguo also felt that he hadn't spoken well and had wronged Zhao Jueyu. But he was also genuinely afraid; he knew firsthand the terror of being blinded by love.

Lin Xiuzhi walked to Zhao Jueyu's side and pulled her into her arms.

"It's good that you understand your parents' feelings! Your father's words, though rough, are true. Your current marriage with Song Jianping is a constraint on you. Your parents can't afford to gamble, nor can we let Lingge gamble. So we know you'll suffer, but..."

"mom!"

Why do these two people think she cares about having Lingge in her name?

This is her daughter, whom she carried for ten months and gave birth to. Her daughter can own property without her having to put in any effort. She should be overjoyed. Why would she be jealous for no reason?

However, by extension, one can imagine how much heartache she had caused the elderly couple in the past.

The Zhao couple stopped trying to hurt their daughter's feelings.

"By the way, when I bought the house, I heard that you can still get a loan now."

Zhao Jueyu nodded, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes, his gaze full of calculation.

“I know, but I will try my best to persuade Song Jianping not to take out a loan and see if he can afford to buy the house outright. Even if he can’t come up with that much, I will at least find out how much savings he has this time.”

Mr. and Mrs. Zhao were relieved.

"That's what I mean too. If you have enough money, don't take out a loan. Otherwise, you'll always be burdened with debt, and I'll never feel at ease."

Song Lingge understood that there was nothing wrong with taking out a loan now, as long as it wasn't done blindly.

Moreover, she is now a beneficiary of the existing system, so as long as the general direction of her elders is correct, there's no need to nitpick.

In his previous life, Zhao Zhangguo did not buy a commercial property in her name, so it seems that many things have changed in this life.

Surprisingly, in the 1990s, she owned a house at such a young age, and it was paid for in full.

Song Lingge couldn't help but dream of becoming a rich woman.

Having one's basic material needs met brings true happiness.

Having expressed my feelings, let's get back to the main topic.

Zhao Zhangguo suddenly said in a deep voice, "Whose name will you put on the house when you buy it?"

Zhao Jueyu actually wanted to write Song Lingge's name, but given Song Jianping's personality, he definitely wouldn't agree.

“I originally wanted to use Lingge’s name, but as you know, Song Jianping would definitely not agree. However, this is just my speculation; we haven’t officially discussed this matter yet.”

After thinking for a moment, Zhao Jueyu decided to tell him frankly.

Zhao Zhangguo nodded in agreement: "The chances of him agreeing to write Ling Ge's name are almost zero. But you must remember, you can't just write his name."

Zhao Jueyu nodded; she understood the implications.

Song Lingge's dark eyes darted around, and a mischievous idea popped into her mind.

Lin Xiuzhi tapped her head: "Look at your mischievous face, are you plotting something again?"

As expected of her grandmother, having raised Song Lingge since she was a child, she could see through Song Lingge's every little thought.

Song Lingge shook her head; she wanted to maintain the mystery.

As if struck by a thought, Zhao Jueyu blurted out, "Could it be that you're planning to...?"

Song Lingge looked at her and judged from her eyes that her mother must have guessed, so she nodded.

"No, that's too risky." Unexpectedly, Zhao Jueyu stopped him without even thinking.

The mother and daughter were speaking in riddles, leaving the two elderly people completely baffled.

"Are there two of you like this? Eating at the same table, you're saying one thing and hiding another."

Although her tone was one of complaint, Lin Xiuzhi had a smile on her face. The improved relationship between mother and daughter was exactly what they wanted to see.

Of course, it would be even better if you could also find happiness.

Song Lingge knew her grandmother wasn't really angry, so she hugged her back and said, "What I mean is, I have a way to get my dad to agree to put my name on the deed. But it's a little risky."

Zhao Zhangguo said with a serious expression, "Since it's a risk, don't do it. Our family doesn't need his house."

However, Lin Xiuzhi couldn't help but ask, "Tell Grandma what the method is."

Song Lingge pointed mysteriously upwards: "Heavenly secrets cannot be revealed."