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

As long as the village chief doesn't get involved, it will be easy to deal with Chen Sangde, who is the only one left.

Song Lingge's biggest worry at first was that the villagers would think that divorce was a shameful thing and would all defend Chen Sangde, which would be troublesome.

Now that the village chief has spoken, Chen Sangde can no longer cause any trouble.

"Thank you, Village Chief. You are truly wise and understanding. No wonder my father always says that Songjiawu is fortunate to have your brilliant leadership."

"Jianping really said that?" Who doesn't like to hear nice things? The old village chief was no exception.

"Of course, you can ask your aunt if you don't believe me."

After exchanging pleasantries, Song Lingge held up the divorce papers in her hand, looked at Chen Sangde, and asked, "Are you going to sign it or not?"

This girl is so young, but she gives him a sense of pressure.

Chen Sangde remained silent, turning his head away in protest.

Song Lingge was not in a hurry. She spoke each word carefully, not only to Chen Sangde, but also to the villagers of Songjiawu.

"You and Wu Guihua were caught in bed together by your aunt, which is adultery. You unilaterally destroyed your marriage. You also beat your aunt multiple times, which is domestic violence and is illegal. Your aunt has tolerated you for more than 20 years. If she hadn't really been unable to live with you anymore, why would she have filed for divorce?"

“Your aunt is a housewife. If you were even slightly decent, she would have stayed with you for life, even if she wasn’t happy. It’s your infidelity and disloyalty to your aunt that has led to this situation.”

"If you sign the divorce papers today, we won't sue you. If you don't agree, you'll receive a court summons. Also, you injured someone with a knife today, and we'll settle that score with you too."

Wu Guihua was a prostitute who had affairs with countless men in the village.

Chen Sangde was just playing around and had no intention of divorcing Song Jianmei. He originally thought that Song Jianmei would recover on her own after being beaten, just like before.

Who knew that after going to the city, he came back saying he wanted a divorce, and he even brought a sister-in-law he had never met before, who kept criticizing him.

Even at that time, he didn't think Song Jianmei really wanted to divorce him.

So he yelled at them, and when he got angry, he pushed Song Jianmei to the ground.

Zhao Jueyu stepped forward to stop him, and he even tried to hit Zhao Jueyu.

Until Song Lingge arrived with a group of burly men, these men held him down so he couldn't move.

He was genuinely scared by what the girl said, especially since he had just injured that man. Judging from his clothes, he was clearly from the city. What if she really took him seriously and sent him to the police station?

But if they get divorced, where will he live, who will cook for him, and who will give him money?

"I won't divorce you, Jianmei. I didn't mean to hit you. I was just messing around with Wu Guihua. Please don't divorce me. I can't live without you!"

Chen Sangde tried to squeeze out tears for a long time but couldn't, so he just kept wailing.

That's how it's always been. He'd say a few nice words to Song Jianmei, and she'd forgive him and they'd go back to living happily together.

Song Jianmei gave a bitter laugh. She used to be so easily fooled, being coaxed by this man time and time again. Thinking about it now, it was disgusting.

She spat at Chen Sangde: "I'm definitely getting a divorce from you. Even if it's a huge disgrace, I'd rather not live with you anymore."

After all this, Song Lingge finally understood that Chen Sangde had no real feelings for Song Jianmei at all.

Qiao Nansheng's blood had seeped out, staining the silk scarf red.

We can't delay any longer; we need to finish this quickly.

"If you sign the divorce agreement now, you can live in the Song family's old house."

The crowd immediately booed. Was the Song family's house given directly to Chen Sangde?

"Really?" Chen Sangde was also stunned.

"Sign now and I'll give it to you, but if you still want to bargain, I'll send you to jail as soon as possible, then you won't have to worry about the house anymore."

Although Song Lingge said it with a smile, the smile on her face was unsettling.

"Chen Sangde, you got a house for free, what are you still thinking about?"

"Exactly, there's no such thing as a free lunch. You got a great deal."

......

“Okay, I’ll sign.” Chen Sangde couldn’t write, so Song Lingge picked up a sickle and made a cut on his hand, then pressed his fingerprint on it.

This swift and domineering action stunned everyone.

Song Jianping's daughter is truly remarkable.

After finishing these tasks, Song Lingge asked Song Jianmei, "Aunt, is there anything else you need to bring?"

Song Jianmei took one last look at the old house and shook her head. There was nothing left to cherish here; besides this dilapidated house, there was nothing else in the family.

Qiao Nansheng was injured and couldn't drive, which put Jing Chu and the others in a difficult position, as none of them knew how to drive.

Song Lingge said domineeringly, "Get in the car, I'll drive."

Yu Shaofen and Zhang Xiuxiu, seeing that the situation was under control from a distance, had already arrived.

So, Qiao Nansheng, who was injured, sat in the passenger seat, several boys squeezed in the back, and Zhao Jueyu and the other girls squeezed in the middle.

"Lingge, you can actually drive? That's amazing!" Zhang Xiuxiu said in surprise.

Song Lingge didn't know how to answer the question, so she pretended not to hear it and focused on driving.

"Why didn't you discuss it with us before giving the Song family's old house to Chen Sangde?" Zhao Jueyu suddenly asked.

"Songjiawu is too remote. There's no future for development here. Giving it to him won't do you any good. Do you really plan to retire in Songjiawu?"

The land for building a house is good, but the location matters. Songjiawu is too remote. Anyway, Song Lingge didn't live to see the day when Songjiawu became prosperous in her previous life.

“You child, this is your aunt’s house after all, and you don’t even discuss it with her.”

“You’re all in the city, there’s nothing to miss about Songjiawu, and I don’t plan to come back,” Song Jianmei murmured, but she lacked confidence, as she had nowhere to go if she left Songjiawu.

“Look, Auntie isn’t planning to go back either. And I’ve thought about it. Auntie will stay in my room now, and I’ll move to Grandma’s house. After the renovations at Lezhuang Garden are finished in a while, once you move in, the current house will be Auntie’s.”

Unexpectedly, Song Lingge had already planned her escape route, and Song Jianmei couldn't hold back her tears.

Song Lingge teased, "Mom, you wouldn't be reluctant to part with it, would you?"

Zhao Jueyu wanted to punch her, but he was afraid of disturbing her driving, so he left his hand hanging in mid-air and then let it fall.

"You silly child, you even joke with your mother. This arrangement is not bad, Jianmei, what do you think?"

Song Jianmei quietly wiped away her tears with her sleeve: "I'll listen to Lingge."

Song Lingge added, "And I've also been thinking that Auntie could set up a small stall outside the school in the future, selling breakfast or snacks. With Auntie's excellent skills, the business would definitely be booming."

Song Jianmei was completely speechless. This niece had even arranged her own future.

"Then we'll all go and support them from now on," Jing Chu and the other boys chimed in.

"You might not be able to support me, but I'm talking about Nanzhou Middle School near my home, not our school."

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