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

That kid is never serious.

Lin Xiuzhi pretended to be disgusted and pushed her fingers away.

The family is happy and harmonious, which is actually quite nice.

~

Sunday arrived in the blink of an eye.

In the morning, before I had even had breakfast, Song Jianping called.

Married for over twenty years, it really feels like we've gone back to when we first got married. We call each other all the time, as if we can't live without each other.

Zhao Jueyu made a few perfunctory remarks, then quickly agreed to go back as soon as possible after breakfast.

On the bus.

"Mom, have you ever been to Dad's hometown?"

Zhao Jueyu bumped into Song Lingge a little too hard.

"What? You're really planning to go find Song Jianmei? Don't think you could fool her like that last time. She's actually quite cunning, and she has that owl-like, rat-like son."

"But she has a lot of influence with my dad!"

"No matter how effective it is, it won't work. A wise person doesn't stand under a dangerous wall. That mother and son are like leeches, once they're on, you can't get rid of them. And you, on the other hand, are stubbornly sticking to them. Song Lingge, let me tell you, there's no room for discussion on this!"

Song Lingge pursed her lips; it seemed that Zhao Jueyu's approach wouldn't work.

However, Song Jianmei lived in her hometown, and she had never exchanged phone numbers with Zhao Jueyu, whom she disliked in the past. Neither Zhao Jueyu nor Song Lingge had ever been to Zhao Jianmei's hometown.

How can I contact Song Jianmei?

Song Lingge stopped talking and started thinking of a solution. Zhao Jueyu thought she was angry, but she couldn't risk her daughter's safety, so the two of them didn't speak to each other for the rest of the journey.

"Mom, Mom, look! Isn't that my dad?"

Zhao Jueyu was resting with his eyes closed when reminded and looked in the direction Song Lingge pointed.

Song Jianping was having a heated argument with a woman. Why did that woman's clothes look so familiar?

It seems that Song Lingge bought it for Zhao Jueyu and Lin Xiuzhi. She was in a bad mood this time and left in a hurry, so she forgot to take it to her grandmother's house.

Song Lingge and Zhao Jueyu exchanged glances, but something still felt off.

Knowing full well that they would be back after breakfast, how dare Song Jianping brazenly bring his mistress to the station?

And he was even wearing the clothes she bought?

Are all mistresses this arrogant?

"Mom, did you see clearly? Could that be the other woman?"

"What do you mean 'third'? She's clearly the third child."

Song Lingge was embarrassed and stuck out her tongue awkwardly.

"If you get into a fight with the third sister later, hide behind me, and I'll slap her a few times."

......

Zhao Jueyu looked at Song Lingge as if she were mentally challenged.

Fighting in public for a scumbag like your dad? Don't I have any dignity? Does he even deserve it?

However, with only a few minutes' walk from home, Song Jianping was incredibly bold, daring to cheat on his wife right at his doorstep.

The mother and daughter got out of the car with indifferent expressions, like soldiers about to go to battle!

When Song Jianping saw the two of them, he greeted them with a smile.

"Sister-in-law, Lingge, our darling, we've been waiting for you for so long."

The person wearing Zhao Jueyu's clothes was actually Song Jianmei.

Song Lingge and Zhao Jueyu's expressions were somewhat indescribable. It wasn't that they were dressing Song Jianmei, but rather that they felt the suspense the two of them had been having in the car earlier.

That's so embarrassing!!!

"Auntie, I miss you so much!"

Zhao Jueyu's lips twitched involuntarily. Was this girl's ability to change her expression so quickly because she had been to Sichuan?

"Brother, look at your daughter, I love her so much."

To be honest, when Song Jianping saw Song Jianmei and Song Lingge being so intimate, his first reaction was not happiness, but a strange feeling, which he himself could not explain.

I didn't know whether I should agree or not, or even what I should agree with, so I just smiled and nodded like an idiot.

This resulted in an embarrassing situation for Song Jianmei.

He whispered to Song Lingge, "Look at your dad's silly face, only your mom likes him."

Song Lingge didn't want to comment on the matter, so she changed the subject and asked, "Aunt, why are you wearing this? Don't we have a new one at home? That one was bought for you."

Upon hearing this, Song Jianmei blushed.

When I heard the rest, my eyes widened in disbelief.

Song Lingge bought her new clothes? She hasn't bought herself new clothes in almost ten years.

In the past, when she came to Song Jianping's house, besides taking food and supplies, she also liked to secretly wear Zhao Jueyu's clothes.

In her eyes, Zhao Jueyu's clothes were just as beautiful as those worn by magazine models.

This time, she actually saw another similar new dress, but the tag was still on, so she was too embarrassed to buy it and just wore the one that was lying next to her.

Knowing Song Lingge's intention, Zhao Jueyu cooperated and said, "Jianmei looks good in this, but I've worn it before. If you don't mind, I'll give it to you too."

Song Jianmei wouldn't mind at all; she had worn countless of Zhao Jueyu's old clothes.

However, this was the first time in so many years that someone had bought her new clothes, and she was a little reluctant, but she still said it against her will.

“Then give me this one, and give the one that Lingge bought for me to you. It’ll be like we swapped clothes.”

Song Lingge quickly shook her head.

"No, no, that dress makes Auntie look fairer, I picked it out specially. How about this, I'll buy it for Mom next time, and give both of these to Auntie this time."

"This, this is not good."

Song Lingge is so adorable; what she said perfectly resonated with Song Jianmei.

But Song Jianmei can't be so short-sighted.

"Then it's settled. Jianmei looks good in them, so you can have both. Consider it a token of your niece's filial piety."

This was the first time Zhao Jueyu had ever praised Song Jianmei like this. The mother and daughter praised each other back and forth, making Song Jianmei so happy that she forgot where her hometown was.

Zhao Jueyu would definitely not wear the clothes that Song Jianmei had worn. The new one was bought for Lin Xiuzhi; the pattern was a bit old-fashioned, and she wouldn't wear it either.

It would be better to learn from that clever girl, to speak human language to humans and ghost language to ghosts.

In the past, Zhao Jueyu would never have been able to say it, but this time, it was so natural and effortless that she was able to give away what she didn't want in a dignified way. The key was that the other person was happy, so she thought this method was pretty good.

Song Jianping glanced at his watch.

"You women, you can talk about clothes for ages, I just don't understand what your fun is..."

Before Song Lingge and her daughter could even speak, Song Jianmei rolled her eyes at him.

"I think you're just jealous that Lingge bought me clothes and that my sister-in-law gave me clothes."

"Ah, yes, yes, you're right."

A master of deception.

"It's getting late. You three great-aunts, decide whether we should go home first or head straight to the house now."

Song Lingge and Zhao Jueyu pretended to be indecisive and stared blankly at Song Jianmei.

Very good, Song Jianmei clearly enjoyed it very much.

"It's still early, let's go take a look first. Even if we shop late, you, as our father, brother, and husband, have to treat us to lunch, right?"