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

Song Lingge's sixth sense told her that the people in the photography enthusiasts' association who took nude photos were not so simple.

So she asked Jiang Yunhai for the list of new members of the association this semester, including those who had already left, hoping to find some clues from it.

Only after flipping through the list of names and records did Song Lingge understand why the photography enthusiasts association had such a high turnover rate.

A small association with fewer than twenty people has a total of three or four hundred members.

Looking at those fancy names, Song Lingge felt powerless. Where should she even begin to investigate?

After leaving Jiang Yunhai's place, Song Lingge went straight to the photo studio.

The boss was a thin, middle-aged man wearing glasses, and Song Lingge really couldn't bring herself to ask about the nude photos.

It's impossible for a young woman to go up to a middle-aged man and ask who came to wash those nude photos, right?

She hesitated for a long time, but still couldn't say anything. This was too difficult.

So after going around in circles, there were still no clues.

Li Meimei's child could not be saved because the fall was too severe.

Feeling ashamed, the Li family didn't argue with the school and directly arranged for Li Meimei to take a leave of absence.

As for Fang Guanghua, these consecutive incidents have ruined his reputation at school, making him like a rat crossing the street. Although he is not universally hated, the contemptuous looks and gossip are enough to make him suffer.

Song Lingge was naturally happy to see this happen.

In this life, she wanted Fang Guanghua to live a life filled with hardship and torment, even if he were alive.

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On Saturday, Song Lingge, unusually, didn't sleep in and got up very early.

Because last night, Zhao Jueyu said that a guest would be coming to the house today, and repeatedly told her not to be too impolite.

It was only a little past nine o'clock, and Zhao Jueyu was already busy at the stove in the corridor.

Song Lingge leaned against the doorway, raised her delicate fingers to pick up a small piece of crispy pork and put it in her mouth. As always, it was salty, fragrant and crispy.

"You little glutton, go wash up now."

"Who is it? Why are they making such a big fuss? Oh, and where's my dad?" Song Lingge reluctantly went to wash up.

"Your dad went to pick someone up."

With white foam still in her mouth, Song Lingge mumbled, "The principal of Nanzhou Middle School personally went to pick me up. Isn't that unprecedented?"

Hearing Song Lingge's teasing, Zhao Jueyu couldn't help but laugh: "Don't be so irresponsible later!"

Despite her playful and mischievous nature, Song Lingge is also a dignified and good girl when she needs to be serious.

Anyone can pretend.

However, as far as I can remember, because they always lived in the school dormitory, which was too small, they rarely entertained guests at home. The person who came most often was Song Jianmei.

Zhao Jueyu and Song Jianping's other social relationships were basically just colleagues at school.

This was the first time in both lifetimes that such a grand reception had been held for guests.

The strangest thing is that Zhao Jueyu and Song Jianping were together.

Who on earth has such a big influence?

Song Lingge quickly finished washing up, and with nothing else to do, Zhao Jueyu assigned her to wash fruit.

Song Lingge carried a basin of water to the door, squatted down to wash apples, and asked as she washed them, "Mom, can you just tell me what kind of guest it is that makes you and Dad so united and cooperative?"

"You silly girl, you're washing by the door, making a puddle of water. You'll step in it everywhere. Hurry up and mop the floor when you're done!"

"Yes, yes, I'll go right after I finish washing. I promise I won't cause any trouble, so don't worry! I really don't know who has such a big influence that makes you go to so much trouble."

While complaining, Song Lingge vigorously scrubbed the apple in her hands. Fortunately, apples are durable; if it were cherries, they would have been ruined by her washing.

Zhao Jueyu found her expression amusing and said with a laugh, "You'll see in a bit. You should treat her better too, understand?"

Who is it? Does everyone in the family have to be nice to him? Song Lingge thought to herself.

Zhao Jueyu worked quickly, and with Song Lingge helping out, they soon prepared a large table of dishes.

Song Lingge rubbed her lower back; this was the first time she had done so much work at home since her rebirth.

She got up late and didn't eat breakfast, so she's starving.

However, Zhao Jueyu was fiercely protective of her food; she couldn't even steal a small piece of crispy pork.

Song Lingge had no choice but to sit on the sofa, her eyes fixed on the television, but without any focus.

Her family still has a black and white TV, and it's small, only about fourteen inches.

She used to enjoy watching TV series, but she rarely does now because she's not used to black and white screens.

After some time, they heard Zhao Jueyu warmly greet them: "Come in and sit down, are you hungry? The food is ready, we've been waiting for you for ages."

Song Lingge then quickly got up from the sofa.

Zhao Jueyu walked in arm in arm with a woman. When Song Lingge saw who it was, she was stunned.

How could it be her?

Could it be that Song Jianping's mistress has come to their home to cause trouble? How dare she?

However, judging from the way Zhao Jueyu chatted with her, they seemed very friendly and familiar with each other.

Song Jianping followed behind with a big smile on his face, carrying a bag of random things in his hand, the contents of which were unclear.

Zhao Jueyu and Song Jianping clearly know women, so why does Song Lingge have no recollection of them?

"Lingge, what are you standing there for? Come and eat."

An eight-immortal table, one person sits on one side.

Zhao Jueyu served her food while saying, "Eat it while it's hot, try Auntie's cooking. Don't be so formal at Auntie's house."

"Mom, who is this?" Song Lingge asked the question that had been on her mind.

"This is my daughter, Song Lingge. She's been waiting for you all morning and really wanted to meet you. You're about the same age and both of you are girls, so you should get along even better," Zhao Jueyu explained to the visitor.

The girl smiled slightly and looked at Song Lingge: "Hello, my name is Zhou Songmei."

"Hello!" Song Lingge replied calmly.

She tried to signal to Zhao Jueyu who this person was, but Zhao Jueyu glared at her, so she had no choice but to keep all her questions to herself.

Aside from her eating very little, the other three people thoroughly enjoyed the meal.

It was as if they were the real family of three, and Song Lingge was just someone who came to freeload a meal.

After dinner, Zhao Jueyu asked Song Lingge to clear the dishes, while he and his wife went to the sofa to chat with Zhou Songmei.

Since Song Lingge's rebirth, Zhao Jueyu has never asked her to do any housework. Every time she comes back on the weekend, even if she wants to help, Zhao Jueyu refuses.

Now, the three of them are watching TV, chatting and laughing, while she has to wash the dishes all by herself.

What exactly is going on today?

And what about Zhou Songmei? Isn't she Song Jianping's mistress?

Song Lingge felt like her brain wasn't working properly. She already had a lot of messy issues with Fang Guanghua that she hadn't cleared up yet, and now Zhou Songmei had suddenly appeared.

I initially thought she was Song Jianping's mistress, but now it seems unlikely.