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

After Zhao Jueyu's funeral was completed, the winter vacation officially began soon afterward.

Song Lingge borrowed a car from Qiao Nansheng; she was going to Hele Manor.

Since Zhao Jueyu's accident, Hele Manor has become much quieter. It was a new community to begin with, and now it's even more deserted. You can walk a long way and not run into a single person.

Song Lingge and her family bought the house quite early and renovated it very early as well. The police were right; it would be almost impossible to find a witness.

Song Lingge took out her key and tried it, but couldn't open the door. She became impatient and frantically tried to open the keyhole.

Qiao Nansheng snatched the keys: "I'll do it."

He tried key after key, but none of them could open the door.

"Could it have been left at home?"

Song Lingge slammed her fist on the door: "I was there when the locks were changed. My mom gave me the key, so I wouldn't have taken the wrong one. Look, I even put a piece of tape on the lock, doesn't it have the character '乐' (le) on it?"

This is Song Lingge's habit; she labels many things, and keys are no exception.

Key stickers were inconvenient, so she specifically chose tape and even wrote the character "乐" (le, meaning joy/happiness) with a ballpoint pen. How could she possibly have taken the wrong one?

Although she didn't intend to live in Hele Manor, it was still her home in the end.

Ironically, she couldn't even open her own house with her key.

When Zhao Jueyu was alive, he definitely wouldn't have changed the locks; even if he did, he would have told her.

Then the only person who can change the lock is that person.

I never expected that in just a few days of holding a funeral, that bitch would actually find time to come back and change the locks.

What else could it be but a guilty conscience?

"Let's go!"

"where to?"

"Nanzhou Middle School."

"Lingge, don't alert them."

Song Lingge glanced at Qiao Nansheng. Her emotions were written all over her face, and even he thought she was being impulsive.

She took a deep breath, smiled, and said, "Don't worry, I won't be that stupid again."

Driving yourself is so convenient; we arrived at Nanzhou Middle School in no time.

From the car, I saw Song Jianmei busy in the shop, packing up a lot of fillings and dumping them into the trash can.

After Zhao Jueyu's accident, Song Jianmei ran around busily, and even closed her shop for the past few days to handle the funeral arrangements, without uttering a single complaint.

Song Lingge quickly got out of the car to help Song Jianmei.

"Lingge, why are you back? Don't do this, you'll get your hands dirty."

A lot of the filling was spoiled, and it smelled rather unpleasant.

Song Lingge wrinkled her nose in disgust: "What a waste?"

Song Jianmei nodded: "Things happened too suddenly, and we didn't tidy up before leaving, so this is how it turned out. But it's okay, our shop has always been profitable, so we can take this opportunity to tidy it up properly."

Having wasted so much stuff, Song Jianmei had been poor and frugal for half her life; how could she not feel heartbroken?

In the past, she would have said it countless times, but now she is thinking of comforting Song Lingge.

Human hearts are made of flesh and blood, and Song Jianmei's heart was eventually warmed by Song Lingge and Zhao Jueyu.

“Okay, then I’ll help Auntie.” Song Lingge said, and immediately started helping without any hesitation.

She and Zhao Jueyu had invested in the steamed bun shop, but most of the time Song Jianmei was the one running it, with Zhao Jueyu occasionally coming over to help since he lived nearby.

Only Song Lingge invested money at the beginning, and then never came back.

On the contrary, Song Jianmei would deposit her dividends at the end of each month.

Song Jianmei pushed her aside. Being someone who was used to doing things, she was very strong, and Song Lingge couldn't break free.

"Auntie can manage on her own, she doesn't have anything to do right now. You, you don't know how to do these things, don't just make things worse for Auntie. What are you back for? Tell Auntie."

Song Lingge would never do anything to make things worse; she is always efficient in her work. This is just an excuse that Song Jianmei made up to prevent her from doing any work.

"I just came back to see you all. I also wanted to sort out my mom's remaining things and see if I should take them back to my maternal grandfather's house or to the new house."

Upon hearing Song Lingge's words, Song Jianmei stopped washing and rinsing. She wiped her hands haphazardly on her apron, pulled Song Lingge into the shop, and only spoke mysteriously after making sure no one was paying attention.

“Your dad packed up a few bags of your mom’s things yesterday and threw them all away. I took a look and they were mostly clothes and stuff, so I didn’t pick them up. But this little box was heavy, and I don’t know what was in it. It was locked up, so I quietly picked it up. See if your mom can use it. If she can, keep it. If not, just throw it away.”

In the past, Song Jianmei would never have bothered with such trivial matters, especially since it involved opposing Song Jianping. But now, she has truly changed.

Song Jianmei rummaged through a corner and pulled out a lot of things before taking out the small box. She must have hidden it to prevent Song Jianping from finding it.

This little box looks very old, but Song Lingge recognizes it.

When she was in junior high school, she had some girlish feelings and asked Zhao Jueyu for this small box, hoping to hide some little secrets that belonged only to girls.

I liked this little box the moment I saw it. There's no way around it; anything with the word "little" in its name naturally has an aura of cuteness about it.

Song Lingge pestered Zhao Jueyu for a long time, but he still refused.

Finally, Zhao Jueyu bought her a new small box, and that was the end of it.

She never saw the little box again after that, and she never expected to meet it again under such circumstances.

"Don't you have a key?"

"I didn't see it." Song Jianmei thought about it carefully, but couldn't come up with a solution.

Song Lingge took the small box, handed it to Qiao Nansheng, and put it back in the car.

"Don't tell your dad, don't betray your aunt!" Song Jianmei whispered to him.

"aunt!!!"

Song Jianmei also felt that this explanation was unnecessary, and gave an awkward smile.

Is my dad home now?

"I didn't see her go out, she should be at home!"

Just as Song Lingge was about to go in and take a look, Song Jianmei stopped her again.

His expression was somewhat troubled, as if he had mustered a lot of courage before slowly speaking.

“Lingge, your dad and I have wronged my sister-in-law in the past. But that’s all in the past. Don’t argue with her. If she does anything wrong, talk to your aunt and she will stand up for you. Don’t get carried away and start a fight with your dad!”

Song Lingge smiled and nodded, though Song Jianmei meant well.

"I won't argue with him, Auntie, don't worry, I'm just going back to visit."

Song Jianmei looked troubled, as if she had something difficult to say, but Song Lingge didn't notice it at the moment.

After saying goodbye to Song Jianmei, she went back to the teachers' family building alone, while Qiao Nansheng stayed in the car to wait for her.