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

Because they were unfamiliar with the roads, Song Lingge and her group were delayed for quite some time, and by the time they arrived at Songjiawu, it was almost noon.

Although it is not far from Nanzhou, it is indeed too remote. No wonder that even though Nanzhou developed rapidly in the decades that followed, it did not develop here.

As they approached the village entrance, Yu Shaofen and Zhang Xiuxiu got out of the car.

"You two must be careful."

"Do not worry!"

Qiao Nansheng continued driving towards the village.

Upon entering the village, although she had never been here before, Song Lingge had asked Song Jianmei about the approximate location of the Song family's residence the day before.

Moreover, Songjiawu is not a large village, and the houses in the village are basically built along the two main roads.

"Qiao Nansheng, over there."

Song Lingge saw a group of people gathered in front of her. With her sharp eyes, she immediately spotted Zhao Jueyu, who was wearing red, and Song Jianmei, who was lying on the ground.

She specifically instructed me to wear this color of clothing; it's very eye-catching and can be seen from afar.

As soon as Qiao Nansheng's car came to a stop, Song Lingge opened the car door and rushed over.

"Stop!" Song Lingge shouted at the top of her lungs, instantly drawing everyone's attention.

Chen Sangde was holding Zhao Jueyu's hand, his other hand raised in mid-air. He was so startled by Song Lingge's roar that he didn't strike.

Song Lingge rushed over and shoved Chen Sangde aside, pulling Zhao Jueyu behind her.

Caught off guard, Chen Sangde was suddenly bumped and stumbled.

"Where did this son of a bitch come from?" Chen Sangde fell to the ground, not even looking closely, and grabbed a sickle next to him and slashed at it.

With too many people surrounding them and nowhere to run, Song Lingge reached out to protect Zhao Jueyu, leaving it to fate.

But the expected pain did not come.

But then screams and children's cries rang out from all around.

Song Lingge opened her eyes and saw a person blocking her way, protecting her perfectly behind her.

It was Qiao Nansheng. He stood in front of her, catching the blade with his bare hands. The sickle sliced ​​through his arm, splattering bright red blood.

Jingchu and his men arrived and subdued Chen Sangde.

Chen Sangde was furious and hadn't really seen what he was holding. Now that he had injured someone, he was quite startled.

Although he usually looks fierce, he bullies the weak and fears the strong, only daring to steal small things. Otherwise, he wouldn't have such a notorious reputation, yet he has never been to the police station.

Now that someone has been injured, this is a serious matter. He didn't struggle even after being captured by Jing Chu and his men.

Song Lingge felt indescribably sad, never expecting such a thing to happen so soon after arriving here.

If Qiao Nansheng hadn't been there, it would have been Zhao Jueyu who got hurt.

Looking at Qiao Nansheng's wound, she felt a tightness in her chest. Fortunately, the sickle wasn't sharp, otherwise Qiao Nansheng's arm would have been ruined.

She took off the scarf from her neck and carefully bandaged Qiao Nansheng's wound.

"How about we go to the hospital first, this..." Song Lingge's voice trembled.

"I'm fine. Don't forget the mission we came here for today. Let's deal with this first." Qiao Nansheng smiled at her through the pain.

Song Lingge calmed herself down. She knew she couldn't delay any longer; someone like Chen Sangde might cause trouble if she dragged things out any longer.

Song Jianmei got up from the ground and saw Chen Sangde being grabbed. She rushed over and slapped him twice across the face.

She cried out loudly, "You heartless bastard! Wasn't hitting me enough? You hit my sister-in-law too, and now you've injured someone! I'll make sure you go to jail..."

Song Lingge helped the agitated Song Jianmei to her feet: "Aunt, calm down."

Zhao Jueyu received a look from Song Lingge and came over to help Song Jianmei.

"Your aunt came back and made things clear to you, right? She wants a divorce."

"You're Song Jianping's daughter?" Chen Sangde finally realized that they were all from the Song family, and now he wasn't so afraid anymore.

"Where is the village chief of Songjiawu?" Song Lingge shouted loudly towards the crowd.

"I sent someone to call them, but they haven't come yet," Zhao Jueyu said softly.

Before he finished speaking, a boy of about half a year old led the village chief, Song Maotang, over.

Song Maotang came over, looked at the crowd of onlookers, and finally his gaze fell on Song Jianmei.

"Jianmei, what's going on?"

Before Song Jianmei could speak, Song Lingge interrupted, "Hello, I am Song Jianmei's niece and Song Jianping's daughter. I'm back today to help my aunt with her divorce."

"Divorce?" Song Maotang's eyes widened. "Why would you get a divorce when everything's fine? This is ridiculous."

Song Lingge pointed at Song Jianmei. Although she had changed her clothes today, the injuries on her face were still clearly visible.

"You call this perfectly fine?"

"That's how couples are, they fight in bed and make up before they get out of bed. How embarrassing would it be to get divorced? You're just a young girl, don't be silly. Where are your parents?"

“I am her mother. Her father and I both approved of her aunt’s divorce, and we have entrusted my daughter with the entire process.”

Song Maotang squinted and carefully examined Zhao Jueyu, then looked at Song Lingge.

So these are Song Jianping's wife and daughter from the city.

No wonder they're city people; their way of speaking and acting is so different from that of farmers.

"Jianmei, you want a divorce?" Song Maotang didn't believe that Song Jianmei had such audacity to disregard her reputation.

Looking at the encouraging eyes of Song Lingge and Zhao Jueyu, and thinking about how he was pushed to the ground by Chen Sangde as soon as he mentioned divorce when he came back today, and how Zhao Jueyu almost got beaten up because of it.

Song Jianmei took a deep breath and said firmly, "Uncle Maotang, I want a divorce. I can't live with Chen Sangde for even a day longer, sob sob sob..."

Hearing Song Jianmei's words, Chen Sangde was furious and roared, "You bitch, I will never divorce you, forget about it!"

If Jingchu and his men hadn't held him back, he probably would have rushed up and beaten Song Jianmei again.

"It's not your place to say you're unwilling today. We're here to inform you, not to discuss things with you."

Song Lingge took out a few sheets of paper from her bag and handed them to Song Maotang: "This is their divorce agreement, and also my aunt's injury assessment. If Chen Sangde agrees, then their marriage is over, and they can part amicably. If he insists on making trouble, then we will file a lawsuit. He cheated on me, beat my aunt, and injured my friend today. If he doesn't agree, then he can expect to go to jail!"

Song Lingge's tone was firm and left no room for doubt, which intimidated Chen Sangde.

Song Maotang was old and his eyesight was failing. He didn't wear reading glasses and couldn't see what was written on the paper.

Song Lingge continued, "Village chief, you must know better than us how Chen Sangde usually treats my aunt. You all share the same surname, Song, and are from the same clan. Can you really just stand by and watch my aunt be beaten to death by him?"

Song Jianmei and Chen Sangde were notorious in Songjiawu for fighting every few days, and the villagers no longer bothered to gossip about them.

However, suddenly announcing a divorce was a big deal in those days, and ruining someone's marriage would be punished.

"This is your family matter, it's none of my business."