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

Zhou Songmei stayed at the Song family's house until dinner time, and she even cooked dinner herself, insisting on showing off her skills to Zhao Jueyu and the others.

Sweet-talking, hardworking, pitiful... he has stacked up all the likable buffs.

This only made Song Lingge seem even less than she seemed.

For the first time in her own home, Song Lingge felt like she was sitting on pins and needles.

"Godmother, try this. It's twice-cooked pork stir-fried with the pickled vegetables I brought. See if it suits your taste." As she spoke, Zhou Songmei put a big mouthful of meat on Zhao Jueyu's plate.

"Hey, you should eat more yourself. Why are you always thinking about putting food on my plate? And you even have to cook dinner. If other people knew I treated guests like this, they would spit on me."

Although Zhao Jueyu complained a little, he kept putting food on Zhou Songmei's plate.

"This is my first time visiting my godmother's house. I don't have any other merits, and I didn't bring any gifts for you. I should at least let you taste my cooking. It's my way of showing filial piety and repaying your kindness in helping me."

"You should just treat this place as your own home and stop saying such things. It's too formal."

"Okay, I'll listen to my godmother. Lingge, you should eat too, but I don't know if you'll like it." Zhou Songmei spoke to Song Lingge a little timidly.

The more she acted this way, the stranger Song Lingge found it.

Too deliberate.

Perhaps Zhou Songmei herself didn't realize that she was paying special attention to Zhao Jueyu today, while being particularly distant from Song Jianping.

Song Lingge had seen them meet privately several times before, and there might be others she hadn't seen.

But today, they seem much more distant.

Throughout his three years of university, Song Jianping never once bought snacks for Song Lingge.

Are they really just a sponsor and a recipient?

"I like the food, it's quite good. By the way, how are you getting back to your dorm later?"

If Zhao Jueyu suggested that Zhou Songmei stay at his house after dinner, she would immediately go to her maternal grandmother's house.

Song Lingge set a bottom line for herself that she could not cross.

“It’s so late, how about Song… Xiao Zhou and Ling Ge squeeze in together tonight?” Song Jianping said first.

Zhao Jueyu glanced at him expressionlessly, then put some more food on Zhou Songmei's plate: "Little Zhou, our house is small, and Lingge's bed is a small bed too. It's too crowded for two people to sleep together. That girl is also a restless sleeper, so we won't let you stay at our house for a while. Once we move to the new house, you absolutely have to come and stay with us, even on weekends!"

Direct and honest, leaving no room for argument.

Fortunately, Zhao Jueyu is still her biological mother and knows that she doesn't like sleeping with other people.

However, Song Lingge was still a little unhappy. It turned out that it wasn't because of her, but because she was worried that other people would be uncomfortable living in this small house.

Hmph! She's lived here for so long, and they haven't seemed uncomfortable at all.

Besides, what's wrong with her sleeping posture?

I should have just gone back to my maternal grandparents' house.

"Godmother, I've already bothered you too much by coming here today. If you keep saying this, I'll feel really uncomfortable."

Zhao Jueyu patted her hand with a smile and turned to Song Jianping: "After we finish eating, you take Xiao Zhou back to school. Make sure you take him all the way!"

Song Jianping nodded.

“My dad has only been to the school once, how could he know the way?” Song Lingge blurted out without thinking, watching the two people’s reactions without blinking.

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Song Jianping's face, while Zhou Songmei exuded a smugness.

"It's not too late now, I can go back by myself." Zhou Songmei still looked very obedient and sensible.

"No! It's too dangerous for a girl like you." Song Lingge was only concerned with asking the question.

“When I went there last time, I wandered around and couldn’t find my way around anywhere,” Song Jianping said.

"When did you go for a walk?" Zhao Jueyu asked, somewhat surprised.

"That time when school started, when he took me to school, my dad said he wanted to go shopping, but I had to tidy up my dorm room, so I didn't go with him."

Song Lingge's mouth hasn't stopped talking lately, as if she's found her home turf.

Song Jianping chuckled and said, "Yes, yes, I only went for a stroll that time. I came back after a short while, but I still remember the general route. Besides, the road is right under my nose."

"What a pity, that day was also the freshman registration day. If I had known Xiao Zhou was coming, I should have gone to see him then. By the way, Xiao Zhou, did you contact my parents then?"

Song Lingge's question was so sudden that not only Song Jianping, but also Zhou Songmei was stunned for a second.

"No, no. This is my first time in the city, and I'm not familiar with it. I was thinking of settling down before contacting you."

"That's such a pity."

Zhao Jueyu smiled and said, "If Xiao Zhou hadn't called yesterday, we wouldn't have known she got into Nanzhou Foreign Language School! Come to think of it, it's been almost two years since we last contacted each other, hasn't it?"

"Why haven't we been in touch for so long?"

"Yes, I've been sick. I didn't want you to worry, so I haven't been able to contact you. I'm sorry, godmother."

“Silly child, you should have told us you were sick. Your mother has also passed away. I really don’t know how you got through it all by yourself.”

As she spoke, she began to wipe away her tears again.

Song Lingge was thoroughly annoyed and immediately said, "Let's stop talking about those unhappy things and have a proper meal."

Zhao Jueyu blinked, calmed himself down, and said with a smile, "Yes, let's not talk about those things anymore. Don't be so formal with your godparents in the future, okay?"

Zhou Songmei nodded obediently.

This meal was a thrilling experience.

However, Song Lingge came to a conclusion from these conversations.

That means Song Jianping and Zhou Songmei are lying; they must have some unspeakable secret.

Is it a story about a female college student who falls in love with her sugar daddy?

Or perhaps, there's no love involved, and it's purely about money?

Song Lingge found it increasingly interesting; this time, it was like finding a needle in a haystack without any effort at all.

If Zhou Songmei hadn't stepped forward, she still wouldn't be able to find her way.

But why is Zhou Songmei stepping forward now? As a mistress, wouldn't it be better to stay hidden?

After dinner, Song Jianping escorted Zhou Songmei back to school, and Zhao Jueyu accompanied them all the way to the train station.

Song Lingge was assigned to wash the dishes again.

Looking at this huge pile of bowls, she was really angry.

"What are you muttering to yourself?" Zhao Jueyu returned.

Song Lingge pouted resentfully and ignored her.

Zhao Jueyu snatched the bowl from her hand, not angry at all, and said with a smile, "Don't break the bowl, I'll do it myself."

Song Lingge didn't argue; she had been feeling frustrated all day and was genuinely angry.

After washing the dishes, Zhao Jueyu closed the door behind him when he went inside.

Song Lingge didn't watch TV on the sofa; instead, she went back to her room and lay on her bed, sulking.

"Are you still angry with your mother?"

Song Lingge didn't want to pay attention to Zhao Jueyu so quickly, but then she thought that Zhao Jueyu had only made the same mistake that all mothers make.

Besides, she didn't know Zhou Songmei's true colors; she was the truly pitiful woman.

So, she quickly sat up and said in a deep voice, "Mom, do you know that Zhou Songmei is very likely Dad's mistress?"