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

"Then I'll take you there," Zhao Jueyu said, reaching for his bag.

"Brother, why don't you go and deliver it? Otherwise, your wife will be back too late," Song Jianmei casually suggested.

She really wanted to deliver it herself, but she was still kneading dough and didn't want to delay tomorrow's business.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Jueyu slowed her pace. It wasn't that she didn't want to see her daughter off, but rather that she wanted to see Song Jianping's attitude.

Having already peeled enough garlic, Song Jianping picked up another one.

His expression showed a hint of embarrassment, but more so of difficulty: "It's not too late yet, and Grandpa's house is nearby. Lingge, can you manage to go by yourself?"

Song Lingge smiled knowingly, then clung to Zhao Jueyu and said coquettishly, "Sure, but I want my mom to come with me. Ms. Zhao Jueyu, would you please see me off?"

Amused by her daughter's words, Zhao Jueyu laughed and said, "I was planning to give it to you anyway. You're my only daughter, who else would I love more than you?"

Zhao Jueyu's words seemed nonsensical, but once they came out, they made sense.

Song Jianmei said frankly, "Sister-in-law, give me a call when you come back, and I'll pick you up at the station."

Zhao Jueyu nodded, and then went out with Song Lingge.

How could she not have any thoughts in her mind?

When Zhou Songmei came to visit, she asked Song Jianping to deliver the package. Nanzhou Foreign Languages ​​University was much farther away than Zhao Zhangguo's country, and Song Jianping happily agreed.

Now that it's his daughter's turn, to be honest, he didn't expect anything from her at all, but when Song Jianmei made the suggestion, her attitude chilled Zhao Jueyu once again.

These are all small things, but relationships are destroyed by one small thing after another.

Zhao Jueyu had truly given up all hope for that man.

As soon as the mother and daughter stepped out, Song Jianmei listened intently until she could no longer hear their footsteps before glaring at Song Jianping.

"Brother, I'm not trying to be mean, but do you think what you did was right? It's only because your wife has a good temper that she's like this. If it were me, I would have definitely made a scene with you."

"What's all the fuss about? Your sister-in-law is different from you."

Song Jianping didn't think he had done anything wrong; this had been normal in the Song family for so many years.

Song Jianmei sneered, increasingly unable to understand why Zhao Jueyu would fall for her brother.

“How is my sister-in-law any different from me? Although she is educated, cultured, and from a good family, she still married someone as insensitive as you.”

"From the moment she married you, she devoted herself entirely to this little family. Now you won't even let me take our own daughter home, and you don't even worry about whether she'll come home too late at night. Just ask yourself, what use is she to you?"

"Compared to Chen Sangde, the only difference is your wife. Although I can't compare to your sister-in-law, the outcome is the same. To be honest, my sister-in-law is even worse than me. I was a hopeless case to begin with, and being with Chen Sangde was like a turtle and a mung bean—there's nothing to say about how we ended up. But your sister-in-law is different. Being with you is like a swan falling for a toad—she was blind..."

As Song Jianmei spoke, she became more and more agitated, and Song Jianping's expression grew increasingly grim.

These are all deep-seated feelings of inferiority in him, and he is wary of others gossiping about him.

I never expected that my own sister would say such things so bluntly. If even Song Jianmei says this, who knows how many other people think the same way?

Song Jianping's world collapsed.

"Shut up!"

At first, Song Jianmei was startled by the sudden roar, but she had been in a marriage with Chen Sangde that had been filled with arguments all along.

So after calming down, she got angry.

"What's the use of yelling at me? Did I say anything wrong? You married my sister-in-law, so you should treat her like royalty. Besides, Lingge is such a capable and beautiful young woman. As her father, what's wrong with giving her away?"

"I've heard all the neighbors talking about it these past few days. Lingge was invited by the municipal government a while ago and even appeared on TV! My goodness, in all our Song family's years of history, has anyone ever spoken to such a high-ranking official as a city leader?"

Song Jianmei is getting more and more excited as she talks, speaking completely openly and without any regard for Song Jianping's feelings.

"Take my brother for example. If it weren't for your father-in-law's promotion, would you have become a middle school principal? Even if you had become principal, have you ever spoken to the mayor? You don't like hearing people say you got there because of your wife's family connections, so now that you have such a successful daughter, why don't you treat her better? In the future, people won't mention your father-in-law; they'll only say you raised a good daughter. But what about you? What kind of things have you done?"

"Sigh! I'm only telling you this because I'm your own sister. Don't upset your sister-in-law and Lingge."

Song Jianmei's words, though crude, are not without reason.

Although what she said was unpleasant to hear, upon closer reflection, it made sense.

Zhao Zhangguo retired in recent years, so he didn't really offer him any help anymore; he just had a lot of money.

Song Lingge is his biological daughter. When she was young, he sent her to his father-in-law to please him, so she didn't grow up by his side and their relationship wasn't very deep.

But they're still blood relatives; even if you break a bone, the tendons still connect it.

What's more, this girl has really made something of herself lately, bringing him honor. Now she gets praised by people every time she's out, who say she's worthy of being the principal and understands education.

For the first time, Song Jianping began to reflect on whether he had really treated the mother and daughter poorly.

Zhao Jueyu is a hopeless romantic; a few sweet words are all it takes.

Song Lingge is in a bit of a predicament. He has never fulfilled his responsibilities as a father in all his years, and he really doesn't know how to get along with his child.

Thinking about this, Song Jianping felt a little regretful; he should have gone to take the child to school today.

At the time, he was just being lazy, and since it was Zhao Zhang's country, he was also intimidated, so he refused without even thinking about it.

In retrospect, I realized I had missed a golden opportunity.

He glanced at Song Jianmei. In just a few days, Song Jianmei had become a different person. She was no longer lazy and spent every day at the steamed bun stall making money. She was no longer the little sister who only knew how to ask him for money.

Moreover, he heard about the events in Songjiawu. Song Jianmei's transformation was all thanks to Song Lingge and Zhao Jueyu.

At first, he felt that this was something a family should do, and that Zhao Jueyu and Song Lingge should contribute.

However, these past few days, Song Jianmei, his younger sister, has been inseparable from Zhao Jueyu, constantly criticizing him and making him extremely annoyed.

Otherwise, why would a principal like him stay at home peeling garlic for them?

Thinking back, it was probably from that time that Song Jianmei received help from Zhao Jueyu and Song Lingge, and she recognized them as her support.

Song Jianmei is indeed a shrewd person; she has a keen eye for people and is worldly-wise.

Only he himself was unaware of his good fortune, taking Zhao Jueyu's efforts for granted.

With these thoughts in mind, Song Jianping came up with an idea.