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

Song Lingge kept her eyes fixed on Fang Guanghua, not wanting to miss a single move he made.

Song Lingge asked again, "Fang Guanghua, did you push Xingxing down?"

Fang Guanghua's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, his eyes darting around and shifting, before finally staring straight at the chicken in the bowl.

"Lingge, don't think like that. Xingxing is my daughter, how could I possibly push her? Xingxing's death must be a huge blow to you. You should rest well for a while and not think about anything, okay?"

"Fang Guanghua, we've been married for over twenty years. All I want to hear from you now is the truth: what is your connection to Xingxing's death?"

Song Lingge stared intently at Fang Guanghua, her gaze filled with a resolute determination.

Fang Guanghua suddenly threw down the soup bowl, the ceramic bowl shattering on the ground with a crisp sound.

“Song Lingge, we’ve been married for over twenty years. Ask yourself honestly, how have I treated you? Haven’t I been good enough to you? I don’t know where you heard these rumors that you would doubt me. Would I push our daughter down the stairs? That’s illegal. How could you think of me like that?”

After 24 years of marriage, this was the first time Fang Guanghua had ever smashed a bowl or lost his temper.

Rumors? Song Lingge was a little puzzled, wondering to herself why Fang Guanghua would suddenly bring up this word.

“I’ve heard plenty of that. Have I ever doubted you?”

"Who told you that? Those people are just jealous of you because they can't stand seeing us doing well." Fang Guanghua's voice grew louder and louder.

"It's none of my business who told me that. There's no smoke without fire, isn't there?"

Song Lingge's eyes turned cold, and to be honest, it was a little funny. She clearly knew nothing, yet Fang Guanghua was still able to continue to argue along with her.

The more guilty you feel, the louder you shout.

"Did Sister Liu say something to you?" Fang Guanghua stared at Song Lingge.

Does it matter what others say? I just want to hear you tell the truth.

Fang Guanghua became even angrier and roared, "I'm telling you the truth, but you don't believe me. You insist on listening to those gossipy old women's nonsense. They're just jealous of you and don't want to see us doing well. Haven't you seen through it all these years? Those women from the cement factory, including these neighbors after we moved, which one of them isn't envious of your good marriage?"

“Since others are envious of me, if you have a clear conscience, what are you feeling guilty about?” Song Lingge retorted.

"I'm not feeling guilty, I'm just worried that sometimes I don't pay attention to the limits at work, and people might take advantage of that and exaggerate it to you."

Fang Guanghua remained calm, appearing as if he were a virtuous person being slandered.

It turns out that while Song Lingge was testing him, he was also testing her.

However, he seemed a little confused about her. Did she really already know?

Song Lingge gave a cold laugh, said nothing more, and lay down again.

Fang Guanghua tucked her in, his voice heavy: "Lingge, I know you can't accept Xingxing's death, and neither can I. But she's already... so we still have to live well, so she can't rest in peace in heaven!"

Fang Guanghua tried to persuade her for a while, but seeing that Song Lingge didn't answer, he figured she must have calmed down, so he quietly closed the door and left.

Although Song Lingge's eyes were closed, her mind was perfectly clear.

She needs time to carefully discern the truth, and she is also worried about exposing more of herself.

However, today's conversation was not without meaning. At the very least, it showed that Fang Guanghua was feeling guilty and that he was hiding something from him.

What Xingxing said in her dream might be true.

Then there are two key people: one is Xiaomei, who should be Fang Guanghua's mistress; the other is Sister Liu, who must have seen some of Fang Guanghua's shady secrets.

Xiao Mei is a nickname. There were too many people named Mei in their time, and Song Lingge was completely confused.

It's just that Fang Guanghua disguised himself too well; she really didn't notice a single clue before.

As for Sister Liu, she owns two cement factories and one residential complex where she currently lives, so her goals are much smaller than Xiao Mei's.

Song Lingge closed her eyes. She needed to rest. Tomorrow she would send Xingxing off on her final journey and investigate everything. She couldn't let her daughter die in vain.

The next morning, we went directly to the cemetery.

Song Lingge was depressed for several days, so Fang Guanghua took care of all of Fang Xingxing's funeral arrangements.

Only a few blood relatives attended the funeral.

Fang Guanghua said that Xingxing's passing was too painful, and he couldn't bear to see Song Lingge continue to be immersed in grief, so he made the arrangements simple.

Song Lingge didn't say anything, because even her mother, Zhao Jueyu, said that Fang Guanghua was a rare good man. He was also heartbroken at the loss of his only daughter, but at this moment he was still able to support Song Lingge and take care of and comfort her. There would never be such a good man again.

Fang Guanghua, with tears streaming down his face, read a eulogy in front of Fang Xingxing's tombstone.

"My dearest daughter, some say that reincarnation exists, and that every life is governed by cause and effect. May the departed rest in peace, and may the living deeply cherish their memory. Our family's bloodline and heritage continued because of you, and your passing has left your mother and me devastated. Without you, I was once at a loss about how to go on, but I know you would not have wanted this. You would have hoped that your mother and I could pull ourselves together and start a good life again. So now, I will dry my tears, regain my faith, and take good care of your mother so that you will not worry. May your spirit rest in peace!"

Every word was sincere; it truly broke the hearts of those who heard it and brought tears to their eyes.

Those present were all his closest relatives, and they were all moved to tears.

Song Lingge had been secretly observing Fang Guanghua from the beginning, but this man was truly meticulous in his dealings with others.

Could it be that Xingxing's death really caused her to become disoriented and misunderstand Fang Guanghua?

After more than twenty years of marriage, Fang Guanghua shouldn't have...

What's more, Xingxing is his biological daughter.

Although he has been too busy with work to take care of his family over the years, he still buys toys for Xingxing and occasionally cooks her a nice meal when he has free time. He treats Xingxing better than most fathers in other families.

Thinking about it this way, Song Lingge also felt conflicted, perhaps she really had misunderstood her husband.

Fang Xingxing's tombstone is simply inscribed with: Tomb of her beloved daughter Fang Xingxing, forever loving her father Fang Guanghua, mother Song Lingge.

Looking at the desolate tombstone, Song Lingge couldn't help but step forward and gently wipe away the dust.

Just then, Song Lingge seemed to hear Fang Xingxing's voice again.

"Mom, you must leave him. Mom, don't live your life in a daze anymore. Mom, you have to believe me. Mom, Xingxing loves you."

......

Song Lingge looked around but didn't see Fang Xingxing. However, it was definitely her daughter's voice.

Could it be that she's hallucinating again?