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

"Lingge, what's wrong?"

Seeing that Song Lingge was not in a good state, Fang Guanghua supported her waist and asked with concern.

As soon as he moved, Zhao Jueyu and several other relatives came over.

Suddenly, Song Lingge had a sudden inspiration and tearfully told everyone, "These past few days at home, I feel like I can see Xingxing's shadow everywhere. Just now, right here, I think I saw Xingxing again, waaaah..."

Zhao Jueyu hugged her and cried too: "My poor daughter, you are a parent outliving your child. You can't accept the bad news right now, and you may be hallucinating."

Several relatives also began to chime in.

“Lingge can’t go on like this. We can’t let her stay at home any longer. If she continues like this, her health will definitely collapse.”

"Children have strong yang energy, and the mother and daughter have always had the best relationship. I'm just afraid that Xingxing can't bear to part with her mother."

"That's right. There was a woman downstairs from me whose child, who was a little over a year old, had a fever and couldn't be saved. The mother was heartbroken and soon passed away with her child. It's such a tragedy."

......

The more you talk about aunts and gossipy women, the more mysterious it becomes.

Zhao Jueyu couldn't stand it anymore and immediately slapped his thigh to make a decision: "You two should move to my place for a while and let the house have some space."

In the end, however, only Song Lingge moved to Zhao Jueyu's place.

Fang Guanghua said that his company is close to his home, while Zhao Jueyu's place is too far away, which is really inconvenient.

Besides, he's a grown man with plenty of yang energy, so he's not afraid of these things. Moreover, Xingxing is his daughter, so he cares even less about these things.

Seeing that he couldn't dissuade him, Zhao Jueyu went along with him.

But in her heart, she valued this loyal and devoted son-in-law even more.

Song Lingge didn't say anything. Actually, she didn't want Fang Guanghua to come in the first place. She was worried about how to find an excuse, but Fang Guanghua brought it up himself, which was exactly what she wanted.

"Mom, please talk to Lingge and I'll come visit you whenever I have a chance."

Zhao Jueyu nodded: "If you're busy, you don't need to go to so much trouble. You can come over on the weekend."

A mother-in-law's love for her son-in-law only grows stronger with each passing year. Especially after such a significant event, his continued affection is remarkable.

Song Lingge remained indifferent. Fang Guanghua glanced at her, his eyes revealing reluctance: "Then Lingge, I'll go home first. Take good care of yourself and don't think too much."

They kept turning back every three steps; anyone who didn't know them would think they were a newlywed couple deeply in love.

Zhao Jueyu closed the door and tapped Song Lingge's head hard with his finger: "Why are you always so cold to Guanghua? He's not feeling good either, but he's always looking out for you. Husbands and wives are companions in their old age, don't break his heart."

Song Lingge nodded, not because she agreed with Zhao Jueyu's words, but because she wanted to end the conversation as soon as possible.

She was completely confused and didn't plan to tell Zhao Jueyu right now. After all, she was getting on in years, and since her father, Song Jianping, had passed away, her mother had aged considerably and her health was not as good as before.

She couldn't let her mother worry unless she found out something.

Song Lingge returned to the second bedroom, wanting to clear her mind and think carefully about where to begin her investigation.

Only now did she realize how urgent time was and how many opportunities she had already missed.

After Xingxing passed away, she was depressed for several days. It's likely that Fang Guanghua had already cleaned up the house thoroughly, and even if the police were called, they wouldn't be able to find anything.

In the cemetery, she hinted that she wanted to move out because she didn't want to live under Fang Guanghua's watchful eye.

For Fang Guanghua, this was a lucky accident. He was worried that if Song Lingge discovered something she shouldn't have at home while she was alone, it could lead to serious trouble.

Both sides feel that the current arrangement is the best.

Song Lingge didn't dare to relax for a moment. She first transferred all the money in her bank cards to Zhao Jueyu.

She didn't have much money; Fang Guanghua gave her a fixed living allowance every month, but she had no idea how much savings Fang Guanghua had.

Her wages at the cement factory weren't high, so she didn't save much, but this was all she had.

Song Lingge suddenly felt very depressed and couldn't control her emotions, bursting into tears in her room.

She is almost fifty years old.

As the ancients said, one should know one's destiny at the age of fifty.

By the time one reaches fifty, one should have a clear understanding of oneself, life, and existence.

But Song Lingge then realized that her future was shrouded in mist, and she felt like a failure and very lost.

After years of devoted companionship, she discovered that she knew nothing about her husband.

My elderly and frail mother cannot enjoy her later years in peace; I have to worry about her all the time.

Her lovely and well-behaved daughter died under mysterious circumstances, yet she was powerless to seek justice for her.

......

To act like this is utterly despicable.

The light outside the window changed from bright yellow sunlight to silvery moonlight. Song Lingge kept crying, initially sobbing loudly, but later turning into soft sobs.

Now, her voice is hoarse and her tears have dried up.

She suddenly realized that she couldn't continue like this; it's never too late to start living life.

The door to the second bedroom finally opened, and Song Lingge then realized that the living room lights were also off.

By the moonlight, Song Lingge saw a lonely old man sitting on the sofa, and her nose tingled with emotion again.

She walked over to Zhao Jueyu, suppressing her emotions, and said in a hoarse voice, "Mom, why didn't you turn on the light? Are you hungry? Let's go out and get something to eat!"

Zhao Jueyu held her hands in his own, his voice trembling, "Okay, Mom's hungry, you come with Mom to eat."

Song Lingge helped Zhao Jueyu walk in the neighborhood. Neither of them spoke, but they were both at ease.

"Wake up, Mom!"

A voice called out hesitantly.

Upon entering, I discovered it was Ms. Tian, ​​Fang Xingxing's homeroom teacher.

Song Lingge wanted to say hello, but her throat was blocked and she couldn't make a sound.

Zhao Jueyu greeted her again: "Hello, Teacher Tian, ​​taking a walk?"

Teacher Tian, ​​without any hesitation, held Song Lingge's hand, tears welling up in her eyes: "I just heard about Xingxing's situation. What was it all about?"

Song Lingge thought she wouldn't cry anymore, but unexpectedly, upon hearing her daughter's name, tears immediately streamed down her face.

"She did so well on the test, even better than the previous mock exams. I thought she had exceeded expectations, but who knew..."

Song Lingge didn't know how she stumbled and ran home.

She turned on her computer with trembling hands and, while it was booting up, flipped through the news from that day.

Trembling, I typed in Fang Xingxing's student ID to check her grades:

Chinese 137, Math 149, English 140, Science 292.

How could her Xingxing jump off a building just because her grades weren't good?

Foolish as she was, she overlooked such a crucial clue. The news on her phone was fake, and the police hadn't suspected anything, so there was only one possibility.

Song Lingge's eyes suddenly turned sharp.