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

Song Lingge went home.

Sure enough, the house was exceptionally clean.

Song Lingge checked everything thoroughly and couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.

None of her family members are germaphobes, and Song Lingge doesn't like doing housework, so the house has always been cleaned by a robot vacuum cleaner.

As we all know, the cleaning effectiveness of robot vacuum cleaners is quite limited.

But now, Song Lingge discovered that every nook and cranny had been wiped clean.

It seems there's no need to investigate further. Even if nothing is found, it doesn't prove his innocence. Continuing to obsess over evidence is just self-deception.

Song Lingge sat on the sofa, feeling utterly hopeless.

"Okay, okay, I'll do whatever you say..."

When Fang Guanghua opened the door, he was still excitedly on the phone, having promised something to the other party, his face beaming with smiles.

Upon seeing the people sitting inside, his smile froze on his face, and he became extremely uncomfortable.

"You... why are you back?... I didn't tell you, something came up at home, I have to go now."

Fang Guanghua hurriedly hung up the phone, glanced at Song Lingge and frowned briefly before giving an awkward smile: "When did you get back? Why didn't you call me to pick you up?"

Song Lingge still did not answer.

Fang Guanghua put his bag down, changed into slippers, and went inside to change into a comfortable set of loungewear.

He tried to do things the same way he had done for decades, but he didn't realize that it was all too deliberate and completely different from before.

After Fang Guanghua finished doing all this, he sat down at the other end of the sofa and said as casually as possible, "I was planning to pick you up again this weekend. Why did you suddenly come back? You didn't even call."

"Do I need to make a phone call to get back to my own home?" Song Lingge's tone was not friendly.

"Of course not, I mean that way I can make arrangements in advance and then pick you up..."

Do you know how many points Xingxing got on her college entrance exam?

Before Fang Guanghua could finish speaking, Song Lingge interrupted him and then suddenly changed the subject.

He was a little confused by Song Lingge's approach and stammered, unsure how to answer: "N-I don't know, how many points?"

Song Lingge's tone was chillingly cold: "718 points. Fang Guanghua, do you know that? 718 points, higher than any of her previous mock exams. Even so, there are news reports saying she jumped off a building because she didn't do well on the college entrance exam. Isn't that absurd?"

"Absurd...absurd!"

Why do you think Xingxing jumped off the building?

"I don't know, Lingge, I really don't know."

"Did you clean the house? It's very clean."

Song Lingge changed the subject so quickly that Fang Guanghua exclaimed in confusion, "Huh?"

"We've been married for over twenty years, and I've never seen you clean voluntarily."

The weather wasn't hot, but Fang Guanghua felt his back was covered in sweat.

“Lingge, I’m saddened that Xingxing is gone, but we who are alive still have to live well, so I hired a housekeeper to clean the house inside and out…”

"Have you cleaned your heart? Is it clean?" Song Lingge suddenly blurted out.

Fang Guanghua sighed, his attitude no longer gentle, his tone stern: "What do you mean by that? Can't you speak properly? Do you have to ruin our lives before you're satisfied?"

"So you ruined Xingxing's life, are you satisfied now? 718 points, she could have gone to her dream school, she would have had a wonderful life, but you, you ruined her life with your own hands."

Song Lingge could no longer hold back and screamed hysterically.

Fang Guanghua, not to be outdone, roared, "Are you never going to stop? I've already said that Xingxing's death has nothing to do with me, what more do you want from me?"

"None of your business?" Song Lingge's gaze was icy, her eyes filled with murderous intent as she stared at Fang Guanghua. If looks could kill, Fang Guanghua would have died a thousand times over.

"You think that cleaning the room will eliminate all evidence? Fang Guanghua, at your age, haven't you heard the saying, 'If you don't want others to know, then don't do it in the first place'? Do you really think no one will find out what you've done?"

Fang Guanghua frowned unconsciously. He should have cleaned everything up. But Song Lingge's expression was too calm. Could it be that she had really overlooked something?

"Lingge, listen to me."

"What did you say? That you cheated on her? That you pushed her off the building because Xingxing found out?"

Song Lingge's loud questioning finally broke down Fang Guanghua's psychological defenses.

"I didn't mean to. She was going to call you, and I accidentally—really—used too much force. Lingge, I'm so sorry..."

Fang Guanghua explained incoherently, his face covered in tears of guilt.

Song Lingge found it amusing, as if the person who had argued so vehemently not long ago was not the same person in front of her.

“I really pushed her by accident, and I regret it very much. You know, I have always been very good to you and your daughter.”

"So that's why you cheated?"

Song Lingge's pale face was devoid of color, and a bleak smile hung on her face: "Fang Guanghua, we are husband and wife, who are the closest of relatives but also the most distant. But now I realize that I seem to have never truly understood you."

"We were husband and wife, and you and your daughter were father and daughter. Go and turn yourself in!" Song Lingge made a move to leave.

Fang Guanghua rushed forward and grabbed her arms, frantically begging for mercy: "Lingge, forgive me. I'll be good to you from now on, I'll make it up to you, please..."

The despair in Song Lingge's eyes deepened. She slowly pried Fang Guanghua's fingers apart, her tone devoid of any warmth: "How are you going to make it up to me? I just want to wake up."

Upon hearing this, Fang Guanghua released his grip.

Song Lingge walked to the door and gave a final warning: "Go and turn yourself in, and repent for what you did. Otherwise, I will call the police."

Just as Song Lingge turned the doorknob, her body was suddenly pulled backward, and she fell to the ground.

Fang Guanghua lunged at her, grabbed her by the neck, and roared angrily, "Why did you have to do this? Why did you have to fight to the death? What good would it do you if I turned myself in? I've begged you for so long, what more do you want from me?"

Song Lingge felt extremely uncomfortable and could hardly breathe. She sensed the approach of death.

Suddenly, a breath of fresh air entered her mouth, and Fang Guanghua released her. Song Lingge coughed violently.

"I'm sorry, Lingge, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me, just this once, okay?"

Fang Guanghua knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face.

"Lingge, please forgive me. I won't contact her again. Let's live a good life together, okay?"

"How can we live a good life? You know I can't tolerate any nonsense."

"No man in this world is immune to infidelity, not even your idolized father. Can't you be as open-minded as your mother?"