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

"Aunt, if you've really thought this through, I have a few unpleasant things to say upfront, to see if you can accept them."

Song Jianmei seemed to have made up her mind, and nodded firmly: "Go ahead."

"We'll go to the police station when it gets light, and we'll have you examined for injuries."

This is also why, when Song Jianmei first arrived, Zhao Jueyu originally intended for her to take a shower and change into clean clothes, but Song Lingge stopped her.

"Uncle... Chen Sangde might go to jail."

Let alone Song Jianping and Zhao Jueyu, Song Lingge herself wasn't very confident either. She wasn't sure if Song Jianmei really wanted a divorce.

Song Jianmei gave a bitter smile: "Lingge, don't say anymore. I know what you all mean. You're all worried that I'll just talk the talk and then forgive that beast in the blink of an eye, right?"

"Do you know how I got to your house? I walked here. Last night, I caught Chen Sangde messing around, and I was so angry that I fought with him. Afterwards, I walked all night from Songjiawu to Nanzhou City."

The journey from Songjiawu to Nanzhou City is neither far nor near; it takes at least five or six hours.

It's getting cold at night now, and Song Jianmei must be furious. That's why she couldn't even wait until dawn and walked for several hours to find them.

“That’s a heartless, immoral, and ungrateful beast. I will never be with him again, not for myself, but for Fengwazi.”

Song Jianmei started crying again when her son was mentioned.

Song Lingge gently stroked her back.

"Part of the reason I advised you to get a divorce is for your cousin's sake. He's in the army now, and the country will definitely educate him well. But having a father like that will only bring shame and disgrace to him. If the army finds out, what good future will he have?"

Song Jianmei may not care about herself, but she definitely cares about her son.

"Will my divorce affect him?"

"Of course not, what you're doing is a sign of turning away from darkness and embracing the light. If your cousin knew about these things, he would definitely approve of what you're doing."

"Okay, Lingge, your aunt believes you. We'll go to the police station at dawn."

Song Jianping looked at Song Lingge, hesitant to speak.

After thinking for a long time, since this was his biological daughter, he finally spoke up.

"Chen Sangde is a scoundrel. Even if the police go, he'll just deny everything. Calling the police might not work; what if Chen Sangde acts tough...?"

This may be the only fatherly love that Song Jianping has left!

However, he didn't stand idly by. Song Lingge was still touched and felt even more determined to help Song Jianmei.

Song Lingge said with a smile, "If we call the police and still can't get a divorce, then I'll accompany my aunt back to Songjiawu next week. Chen Sangde will have to get a divorce whether he wants to or not."

"You still want to go to Songjiawu? No way!" Zhao Jueyu could let Song Lingge help him, but he couldn't stand to see Song Lingge in danger.

What can a young woman like her do against a good-for-nothing like Chen Sangde?

"Yes, Lingge can't go to Songjiawu, that place is too dangerous. Chen Sangde is a scoundrel, you understand?"

At this point, Song Jianmei began to have genuine feelings for Song Lingge.

"Don't worry, I have a plan. I definitely won't let myself and my aunt get beaten up again. Just watch me deal with Chen Sangde!"

Although Song Lingge is a very opinionated person, and Zhao Jueyu and Song Jianping have been very reassured about her during this period, Chen Sangde is a scumbag and a cancer in society.

Zhao Jueyu would not agree to her taking such a dangerous risk alone. In fact, even if she agreed, Song Jianping would not agree, even if it was for the sake of his own sister, who was, after all, his biological daughter.

Song Lingge knew that the discussion would go on forever, so she made a pause gesture.

"Let's put this issue aside for now. Maybe Auntie's divorce will go smoothly? So let's go to the police station first, and we can talk about the rest later."

If Song Lingge were truly a young woman in her early twenties, she would indeed be afraid of a scoundrel like Chen Sangde.

But across both lifetimes, she was older and more experienced than anyone else present.

She has plenty of ways to deal with people like Chen Sangde.

In the early morning, just as dawn was breaking, the Song family locked their door and headed to the police station.

Usually, these are classified as family disputes and nothing gets done.

Song Lingge knew she would make a wasted trip, but all she wanted was the medical report and the police report.

In that era, many people held the belief that "it's better to tear down ten temples than to break up one marriage." Because of the relationship between marriage and family, many criminal acts were forcibly classified as family disputes.

This is the root of countless family tragedies.

Song Lingge had seen far too much of this. She was an educated person who had experienced the new era, and she could not tolerate such bad habits.

Therefore, as long as Song Jianmei bravely steps forward, Song Lingge will definitely do everything she can to help her.

"Dad, why don't you accompany Aunt back to Songjiawu tomorrow to get a divorce from Chen Sangde?"

“Me?” Song Jianping was stunned.

If he were younger, Song Jianping would have argued his case. But now that he has status and reputation, he doesn't want to go back to a place like Songjiawu and face scum like Chen Sangde.

Song Jianping's attitude hurt Song Jianmei deeply; he was her own brother!

“Lingge, it’s okay, I can go back by myself. Just tell me what to do.”

Song Jianmei was determined to go all out. At worst, she would just get another beating. Did Chen Sangde think he could beat her to death?

Song Lingge shook her head: "I have to go with you. I want Chen Sangde to know that you have powerful connections and aren't so easy to bully. Didn't he cheat on you? Maybe he'll be willing to divorce you."

"I go with you!"

Upon hearing this, the three men surnamed Song were stunned. It was Zhao Jueyu who spoke.

Song Jianmei's tears suddenly burst forth.

“Lingge is right. Her family should step in. I’m your sister-in-law, so I can go.”

Zhao Jueyu wasn't doing this for Song Jianmei, nor for Song Jianping. She was only doing it for her daughter.

As long as her daughter is safe, she, as a mother, will help her daughter with whatever she wants to do.

She would definitely not agree to let Zhao Jueyu, a young woman, confront Chen Sangde. But Song Jianmei was indeed pitiful, so she stepped forward on her daughter's behalf.

"mom--"

Zhao Jueyu smiled slightly at Song Lingge: "Your aunt believes in you, and your mother believes in you too."

Song Lingge felt a lump in her throat and gripped Zhao Jueyu and Song Jianmei's hands tightly.

"When you get back tomorrow, get straight to the point and talk about divorce. Don't argue with Chen Sangde. If you want a divorce, then divorce; if you don't, then don't. Just make his attitude clear. Then come back. Don't stay in Songjiawu. Got it?"

Song Lingge gave a few more instructions, then slung her bag over her shoulder and headed to school.

She has something important to do.