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

For the first time, I felt that time was passing so slowly.

But Song Lingge also wished time would slow down. The longer the surgery took, the better Zhao Jueyu would be.

After an unknown amount of time, Qiao Nansheng arrived, supporting Zhao Zhangguo.

Song Lingge rushed over, tears streaming down her face: "Grandpa, Mom hasn't come out yet."

Zhao Zhangguo's eyes were also red. He wanted to say something comforting, but he couldn't utter a single word. He just held his granddaughter's hand and quietly looked in the direction of the operating room.

When Song Jianping saw Zhao Zhangguo, he immediately stood up, but did not come over.

Song Jianmei came over and greeted Zhao Zhangguo.

Where is Grandma?

Qiao Nansheng said, "Grandma Lin fainted when she heard the news. I'm sorry."

"Is she home alone now?" Song Lingge asked anxiously.

It seems that it was the right thing to keep them in the dark from the beginning; they're too old to handle this kind of thing.

"I've asked my grandma to go and take care of her, don't worry! If there's nothing else later, Uncle Zhang will bring her over."

A thousand words remain in my heart.

At that moment, the operating room lights went out, and everyone gathered around.

The surgeon came out, but shook his head: "We did our best. She fell headfirst; it's very serious. My condolences!"

Song Lingge's tears could no longer be stopped, falling like beads from a broken string.

She thought there was still time and a chance, so why did it turn out like this?

She rushed to the bedside, hugged Zhao Jueyu, and cried bitterly.

Zhao Jueyu was covered in blood, but his face was peaceful, as if he were asleep, and his body was still warm.

Song Lingge ran to the doctor again, pleading, "My mother still has a temperature, please don't give up, please save her..."

Having witnessed this scene far too many times, the doctor could only numbly shake his head.

Qiao Nansheng pulled Song Lingge close, half-embracing her: "Lingge..."

Song Lingge clutched Qiao Nansheng's clothes tightly with both hands: "Nansheng, my mom still has a temperature, really, really, why didn't you save her? Waaaaah..."

Why did God have to make her go through this heart-wrenching feeling again?

In my past life I was a daughter, and in this life I am a mother. Why is that?

Song Lingge's heart ached as if it were being stabbed.

She had always thought she still had time to spend with her mother. Two lifetimes of mother and daughter, yet only in these last few months have they truly felt like mother and daughter, able to confide in each other and share their secrets.

Why did it end so cruelly at what she thought was her happiest moment?

Zhao Jueyu's body was moved to the funeral home.

Song Jianping and Song Jianmei went home to inform their relatives, colleagues, and friends.

The huge funeral home now only has a few people: Song Lingge, Zhao Zhangguo, Lin Xiuzhi, and Qiao Nansheng.

Song Lingge sat in the chair, staring at her mother in the ice coffin. There were still tear stains on her face, but no more tears came. Her eyes were dry, and she could no longer cry.

"Grandpa, Grandma, you're not feeling well, why don't you go back and rest first, and come back tomorrow? I'll stay here and watch over you."

Song Lingge's voice was hoarse, and she could only manage to utter a few words through breathy breathing.

Zhao Zhangguo looked at his granddaughter with heartache and shook his head. The most painful thing is for a parent to bury their child, but for now, he had to hold on.

“I’ve been sulking with your mother for over ten years and haven’t spent enough time with her. Now that she’s gone, if I don’t spend time with her now, I’ll never have the chance again.”

Lin Xiuzhi said, sobbing uncontrollably, "I didn't even get to see her one last time, now I want to stay by her side."

Song Lingge took the arms of the two elders, and the three of them nestled together, gazing at their loved ones in the ice coffin.

Qiao Nansheng felt sorry for him, but at this moment, he couldn't help at all and could only sit by his side.

As if she had just thought of something, Song Lingge suddenly asked, "Nansheng, what did the police say after you called them?"

“That’s a new residential area, and not many people have moved in yet. We couldn’t find any witnesses, and there were no signs of struggle at home, so it’s been ruled an accidental fall.”

"Accidentally falling from a building?"

Was it really just an accident?

Song Lingge sneered: "The house in Hele Manor is on the fifth floor. The doctor said Mom landed headfirst, the police said it was an accidental fall, and Song Jianping said he didn't see how Mom fell..."

Qiao Nansheng frowned at the seemingly random and nonsensical words.

Lin Xiuzhi also understood the hidden meaning and said angrily, "Could it really be related to Song Jianping? That beast! He ruined my daughter's life."

Zhao Zhangguo coughed violently for a long time before stopping, and asked in a muffled voice, "Girl, what are you thinking?"

Looking at the frail old man, Song Lingge felt a pang of pity. Composing herself, she knew she couldn't let anything happen to them now; she had to stand by them.

"Grandpa, Grandma, do you believe me?"

The two elderly people nodded silently. They were old and useless, but now the burden of the family had been handed over to their pampered granddaughter. They felt very bad, but what could they do?

“I won’t let Mom leave like this without knowing why, but Grandpa and Grandma, I don’t want anything to happen to you either. So please promise me that you will take good care of your health, and leave everything else to me, okay? Our family can’t afford any more accidents.”

"I also promise that no matter what I find out in the future, I will tell you proactively so that you won't worry."

The little girl in Zhao Zhangguo's memory has grown up in the blink of an eye.

A tear rolled down Lin Xiuzhi's cloudy eyes: "Silly child, Grandpa and I are just worried about you!"

"Grandma, I understand. So we all need to take good care of ourselves. In the future, I'll only have you and Grandpa left. You both need to live to be a hundred years old. But I have to walk my own path."

An unprecedented level of determination.

Looking at them, Qiao Nansheng suddenly said, "Grandpa Zhao, Grandma Lin, I will help Lingge, don't worry."

On this quiet night, Qiao Nansheng made a promise.

This promise carries great weight.

It's so important that he will spend the rest of his life keeping his word.

Although Zhao Jueyu was not considered a relative, he wore a white mourning cloth on his arm.

During the days of vigil at the funeral home, Song Lingge did not shed a single tear, and together with Song Jianping, she greeted every relative and friend who came.

The next day, Yu Shaofen, Zhang Xiuxiu, and several other friends also came and stayed with Song Lingge, helping her with everything.

But Song Lingge didn't close her eyes for three whole days.

Just as Zhao Zhangguo said, this was the last time she would spend with her mother.

From then on, her sorrow remained here.

She will no longer sit idly by and wait for those who have harmed her and her daughter; she will make them all pay the price!

It turns out that time really waits for no one, and even if you are reborn, you can't waste a single second.

Allowing your enemy to roam free for even one more day is the greatest harm you can do to the deceased!