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

Upon hearing the sound, Qiao Nansheng rushed over as fast as he could and supported the trembling Song Lingge.

"what happened?"

Zhao Zhangguo and Lin Xiuzhi also came over.

Looking at the two elderly people, Song Lingge regained some of her composure, grabbed Qiao Nansheng's arm, and relied on him for support.

"Grandma, Grandpa, I have something to do, I need to go out for a bit."

Although Qiao Nansheng didn't know what had happened, his long-standing tacit understanding allowed him to quickly grasp Song Lingge's needs.

He glanced at Zhao Zhangguo, signaling to him with his eyes that he would take good care of Song Lingge.

Zhao Zhangguo and Lin Xiuzhi could sense that something terrible must have happened to cause Song Lingge to lose her composure like this.

However, having already lived more than half their lives, they were more composed and did not pressure Song Lingge. If she wanted to tell them, she would definitely do so.

Qiao Nansheng helped Song Lingge out the door.

As soon as she stepped out the door, Song Lingge whispered, "Nansheng, go back and borrow your grandfather's car. I need to go home."

Qiao Nansheng helped her to the iron gate and leaned against the wall: "I'll be right there, wait for me."

He ran off in a flash, and only then did the tears that had been welling up in Song Lingge's eyes finally fall.

The phone call I just received was from Song Jianmei.

They were supposed to go to Hele Manor for initial cleaning today, but Zhao Jueyu didn't want Song Jianmei to miss the business, so he went with Song Jianping.

After finishing the morning rush hour, Song Jianmei locked the door and planned to go help Zhao Jueyu and the others.

Upon arriving at Hele Manor, I heard that something had happened. Someone had fallen from the upper floor while cleaning. After asking the gatekeeper, I learned that it was the Song family and that they had gone to Nanzhou Central Hospital.

Upon hearing this news, Song Jianmei quickly borrowed a phone to inform Song Lingge.

Not knowing whether it was Zhao Jueyu or Song Jianping who fell, Song Lingge felt a jumble of emotions and had a very bad premonition.

Soon, Qiao Nansheng arrived in his car.

Song Lingge sat in the passenger seat: "To Nanzhou Central Hospital."

Qiao Nansheng's heart skipped a beat, but he still asked, "Who went to the hospital?"

Song Lingge shook her head: "My aunt called and said that my parents went to clean the new house and fell down. We still haven't found out who it was."

Qiao Nansheng reached out his right hand and gently patted Song Lingge's clenched hands, but he couldn't bring himself to offer any words of comfort. At this moment, any words of comfort seemed utterly inadequate.

Qiao Nansheng inquired at the information desk, and when they arrived at the operating room, they saw Song Jianmei and Song Jianping from afar.

Song Lingge's legs suddenly went weak and powerless, but fortunately Qiao Nansheng was standing next to her and supported her.

She leaned most of her body on Qiao Nansheng, relying on his strength to support herself as she slowly moved toward the operating room.

No wonder she's been so restless all day.

Why did this happen? How did Zhao Jueyu suddenly fall from the building?

Was it an accident or deliberate?

These things didn't happen in my past life, so why are they happening in this life?

Song Lingge's mind was a complete mess.

Just then, Song Jianmei saw her, came over, and cried, "I said I'd go with them after I finished working at the shop, but my sister-in-law was anxious and said you could move back once the house was finished. Who knew...who knew..."

It turns out it was for her.

Song Lingge did have her own reasons for moving back to the Zhao family home; she wanted to spend more time with Zhao Zhangguo and Lin Xiuzhi, but she didn't expect to neglect Zhao Jueyu as a result.

Between their past and present lives, the mother-daughter relationship has been the closest in the last few months since their rebirth.

But she always thought that there was still a long time ahead, and she should spend more time with her grandparents first. Who knew that something like this would happen?

Song Jianping sat in a chair with his head in his hands and his eyes down. Song Lingge, with strength she didn't know she had, rushed up to him and shouted.

"You went with my mom, so why did she fall?"

Song Jianping's face was equally pale, showing eight or nine parts pain and seemingly a little bit of guilt.

That's right. He has let Zhao Jueyu down for half his life. If he doesn't feel guilty, who will?

"I... I didn't clean the same room as your mother, so I... I didn't see how she fell down."

Song Jianping stammered, it was hard to tell whether he was sad or guilty.

Song Lingge didn't believe a word of his nonsense.

"Did you call the police?"

Song Jianping was startled: "Your mother fell down by herself, why did you call the police?"

Song Lingge ignored him and looked at Qiao Nansheng.

"I'll go right away." Qiao Nansheng also sensed something was wrong and quickly made a phone call.

Song Jianping roared, "What are you doing? Do you still think I pushed your mother down?"

Song Lingge sneered, "My mother is perfectly healthy. How could she have fallen from the building for no reason? What's wrong with me calling the police? Maybe there's a problem with the building's construction. Once that's been investigated, everyone will be at ease, right?"

Are you feeling guilty? Song Lingge didn't say this aloud.

Seeing the father and daughter arguing, Song Jianmei said, "Lingge is right. My sister-in-law is perfectly fine. How could she fall from the building? It would be reassuring to have the police investigate."

Song Jianping glared at her: "What nonsense are you spouting? Shut up, you're the one who talks too much."

Song Jianmei assumed he was just upset and that there was no need to argue with him at this point, so she shut up.

But Song Lingge noticed this unusual atmosphere. Song Jianping said Song Jianmei was being nosy, probably because he thought Song Jianmei shouldn't have informed her immediately. But if her mother was in trouble, how could she not immediately inform her daughter?

Song Jianping must be hiding something.

In her past life, upon hearing the devastating news of Fang Xingxing's fall from the building, Song Lingge collapsed and fell into a coma for several days, missing the best opportunity to investigate and allowing Fang Guanghua to destroy all possible evidence.

She had asked a friend who was a policeman, and that friend suggested she go back and get checked.

But Fang Guanghua had already cleared everything away, and even if an investigation were conducted, nothing would likely be found. It's just that she was too stupid at the time, and she never believed that Fang Guanghua would harm her own flesh and blood. Before she could even call the police, she lost her own life.

A couple who have shared a bed for decades, who would guess whether he is a human or a ghost?

But this time, I absolutely cannot make that kind of silly mistake again.

Just then, Qiao Nansheng returned. Song Lingge thought for a moment and whispered to him, "Nansheng, there's one more thing I'd like to ask you for help with."

Qiao Nansheng nodded: "I know, I'll go back and pick up Grandpa Zhao and the others."

Song Lingge's nose tingled, and she couldn't help but shed tears: "Please speak more tactfully, I... I'm worried they won't be able to handle it."

Qiao Nansheng patted her shoulder, looked at her pale face, and said worriedly, "I know, but can you manage on your own?"

Song Lingge sniffed; now was not the time to be vulnerable.

"I am fine."

After Qiao Nansheng left, none of the three members of the Song family spoke again, except for Song Jianmei, who stood with Song Lingge the whole time.