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

"My father? What does that have to do with my dad?"

In Song Lingge's heart, Song Jianping was the person she admired most in the world.

He is an exemplary husband, respectful to his elders, caring for his juniors, and considerate and respectful to his wife.

Fang Guanghua snorted coldly, his eyes flashing with a ferocious light like a wild beast: "You're just like your mother, foolish your whole life. What do you think your father was? If it weren't for the things he did, maybe things wouldn't be like this now."

"What are you talking about?" Song Lingge was completely confused.

Fang Guanghua suddenly rushed over to the coffee table and picked up the fruit knife from the fruit plate.

He pointed the knife at Song Lingge, approaching her step by step: "That's right, I pushed Xingxing down the stairs. Now, it's your turn."

Song Lingge stared at the man in disbelief, countless images flashing before her eyes.

He was tender and affectionate during their honeymoon;

He played happily with the mother and daughter;

He was ambitious and hardworking;

He knelt down, begging for mercy and weeping bitterly;

He was ruthless and cruel, and wanted to kill her.

Which one is the real him?

A sharp pain shot through Song Lingge's abdomen. Fang Guanghua went berserk and stabbed her again and again.

Song Lingge will never know the answer.

......

"Lingge, Lingge, little lazy cat, wake up, you're going to be late."

Song Lingge suddenly opened her eyes.

His pupils reflected his mother's smiling face, full of love. No, this didn't seem to be Zhao Jueyu.

No, this is Zhao Jueyu.

Song Lingge was completely confused. This was Zhao Jueyu, her mother, but a middle-aged Zhao Jueyu.

Zhao Jueyu patted Song Lingge's cheek and said with a smile, "Little lazy cat, get up quickly, or you'll really be late."

Song Lingge patted her face, and unlike Zhao Jueyu, she patted it with great force, almost like slapping herself.

The pain made her gasp.

"Silly girl, what are you doing?" Zhao Jueyu was so surprised that she was stunned for several seconds before she could speak.

Suddenly, Song Lingge rushed forward and hugged her tightly: "Mom, thank goodness, Mom, I'm still alive..."

Zhao Jueyu breathed a sigh of relief and ruffled her long hair: "Silly girl, what nonsense are you talking about so early in the morning? Get up quickly, Mom will go heat up some milk for you."

After Zhao Jueyu left, Song Lingge looked around carefully and realized that this was her old room.

Song Lingge picked up the mirror on the desk, swallowed hard, and mustered up a lot of courage before daring to look in the mirror.

The girl inside was no more than twenty years old, with thick, black hair, big eyes, a small, straight nose, and a delicate mouth. The person in the mirror was none other than herself when she was young!

What is going on?

Could it be that she was reborn, just like in those novels?

Throughout the entire morning, from washing up to eating breakfast, Song Lingge was in a daze, still somewhat incredulous at what was happening before her eyes.

She clearly remembered dealing with the scumbag Fang Guanghua, and finally being stabbed to death with a fruit knife, her eyes wide open in death.

But now, everything she eats, from the food in her mouth to everything her fingers touch, truly reminds her that Song Lingge is a living, breathing person at this moment.

She really has been reborn.

"Lingge, eat quickly, and I'll take you to school." Song Jianping said with a smile as he straightened his clothes.

In his previous life, Song Jianping had already passed away several years earlier.

Seeing him now, Song Lingge felt a lump in her throat, but then she suddenly remembered what Fang Guangping had said.

"You think your dad is a good person? If it weren't for the things he did, things might not be like this now."

These words sent a chill down Song Lingge's spine, and she looked at Song Jianping with a scrutinizing gaze.

Song Jianping said that the place he sent Song Lingge to was originally Nanzhou University of Foreign Languages, her alma mater.

At this point in time, she had not yet married Fang Guanghua, and Song Lingge suddenly felt a little fortunate, as she still had many opportunities to choose from.

She felt that the 1990s were a time of beauty and a time before the world became too polluted.

Fang Guanghua is a scumbag and executioner who murdered his wife and daughter. You can't believe everything he says, and you can't deny your father just because of that one sentence.

Now that God has given her a second chance, Song Lingge is determined to make the most of it and never let herself waste her youth again.

"Dad, aren't you going back to work?" Song Lingge asked casually after composing herself.

"I've never been to your school before. Since I brought you here today, I thought I'd take a look around." Song Jianping's eyes kept scanning the surroundings, as if he were looking for someone.

Song Lingge vaguely felt as if the same scene had happened a long time ago.

In her past life, Song Jianping also brought her to school. At the time, she didn't think much of it, but now that she thinks about it, she always feels that Song Jianping is a bit strange.

Nanzhou University of Foreign Languages ​​isn't very far from her home, but Song Jianping only offered to take her this once.

Song Lingge said calmly, "Dad, but I have to go back to my dorm to pack. What am I going to do if I can't stay with you? Why didn't you say so sooner?"

Song Jianping patted Song Lingge on the shoulder and said with a smile, "I'm just wandering around and will be back in a bit. I'm just taking a quick look at where my precious daughter goes to school. I don't need you to come with me. You should go to your dorm. The sun is about to come out, so don't get sunburned."

Song Lingge nodded, took the luggage, and ran frantically towards the dormitory.

Turning back, she saw Song Jianping still waving at her. Song Lingge steeled her heart, gritted her teeth, and walked towards the corner.

She would hide and secretly monitor Song Jianping. This time, she wouldn't let herself drift through life in a daze.

After Song Jianping couldn't find Song Lingge, he left, but judging from his pace, he didn't seem unfamiliar with Nanzhou Foreign Language University.

Song Lingge followed at a distance, but with so much luggage, it was quite inconvenient. She was also worried that she was too conspicuous and would be spotted by Song Jianping.

Just then, a classmate walked towards them. He looked somewhat familiar, but Song Lingge really couldn't remember his name.

There's nothing I can do about it; after all, these are classmates from over twenty years ago, so it's normal not to remember their names.

"Excuse me, I have an urgent matter to attend to. Could you please watch my luggage for me? Thank you!"

Without waiting for anyone's reply, Song Lingge quickly chased after Song Jianping after she finished speaking.

The person behind him smiled.

"The freshman registration area?" Why would Song Jianping be here?

Judging from his looking around, Song Lingge was certain that he was looking for someone.

At this moment, Song Jianping suddenly started jogging, a gentle smile on his face.

He ran to a young girl who looked about the same age as Song Lingge. She had a long braid and looked timid but pretty and delicate, like a girl from a well-to-do family.

Song Jianping kept talking, and the girl listened obediently, occasionally interjecting a few words.

Song Lingge thought carefully, but she had never seen this girl before.

However, judging from Song Jianping's attitude towards this girl, he was very affectionate.