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

During Zhao Jueyu's final days, he spent very little time with Song Lingge.

They are busy during weekdays.

On weekends, either Zhao Jueyu would go back to the Zhao family to see her and the two elders, or she would come here, but each time, due to some unforeseen circumstances, they didn't spend much time together.

Looking back now, this is Song Lingge's biggest regret after her rebirth.

As Song Lingge walked along that familiar road, she felt a mix of emotions.

Memories flooded my mind.

It took her almost half an hour to travel such a short distance.

"Lingge."

Song Lingge turned around: "Didn't I tell you to wait for me in the car?"

It turned out to be Qiao Nansheng. He had been waiting for too long and Song Lingge hadn't come out, so he came in. But she was standing there, not having gone back yet.

"If you haven't made up your mind yet, don't go back today. The way you're acting..."

Anyone who sees her like this will feel that something is on her mind.

If Zhao Jueyu's death is indeed related to Song Jianping, then Song Lingge going there in her current state is tantamount to suicide.

"Lingge, why are you back? This is Qiao..."

Just as he feared, Song Jianping walked over with his fishing rod, greeted them, and for a moment couldn't recall Qiao Nansheng's name.

"Uncle Song, I am Qiao Nansheng."

"Oh, right, right, Qiao Nansheng, Lingge's good friend. What brings you here today?"

Normally, when guests come to visit, unless it's something urgent, entertaining them is the priority.

However, Song Jianping's words clearly indicated that he felt Song Lingge and the others' arrival had disturbed his fishing.

Qiao Nansheng was worried that Song Lingge would act impulsively and was about to reply when Song Lingge spoke first.

"I was just worried about you. You're going fishing alone?" Song Lingge's tone was a mix of complaint and coquettishness.

Song Jianping's attitude softened a bit, though he was slightly embarrassed. But what he said was full of affection: "Your mother is gone, and the house is empty. I'm bored and want to find something to do."

“That’s why I came. I was worried that you’d be home alone and thinking about me, and that it would make you feel bad. But don’t do this. You’re making it hard for Mom to rest in peace.”

As she spoke, Song Lingge's voice trembled with tears.

Song Jianping was even more embarrassed and didn't know how to respond for a moment.

Taking advantage of the situation, Song Lingge suggested, "The riverbank is very dangerous. What if you lose focus and fall into the river? Let's go home first. I have something to tell you."

Since his daughter had said so, Song Jianping could only keep it to himself no matter how unwilling he was.

Seeing Song Lingge's state, Qiao Nansheng knew that she had already adjusted, and he didn't need to interfere in her managing household affairs.

So he said goodbye: "Uncle Song, Lingge, I won't bother you any longer, I have things to do at home."

At the same time, he winked at Song Lingge, who winked back secretly to indicate that she understood.

"Thank you so much for driving me back today. It must have taken you an hour, right? You must have had a hard time."

Qiao Nansheng almost burst out laughing. The code was too obvious. She was telling him that she would come out in an hour, subtly reminding him in different ways.

Observing Qiao Nansheng's expression, Song Lingge guessed that he had guessed her meaning, and she felt relieved to go home with Song Jianping.

She had family matters to attend to, so it was indeed inconvenient for Qiao Nansheng to be present.

When I got home, I saw that the place was indeed much emptier; it seemed that Zhao Jueyu's things had all been cleared out.

Song Jianping wiped the sweat from his forehead; it was the result of a guilty conscience.

“Your mother has already passed away, so I just packed up her things.”

Why are you in such a hurry to pack up? Is it to make room for someone else? Song Lingge sneered inwardly, but her face remained impassive.

"You packed all by yourself? Why didn't you call me back to help you? There's so much stuff, how long would it take you to finish? You need to take better care of yourself."

Song Lingge's words were full of concern for her father, which surprised Song Jianping a little, but it was also reasonable. After all, they were father and daughter, and their blood ties and affection could not be faked.

Without Zhao Jueyu, Song Lingge actually became closer to him. It seems that in the past, it was because Zhao Jueyu was the one standing between them that her daughter was not close to him.

Isn't it said that a daughter is her father's sweetheart from a past life?

However, Song Lingge is not close to him in their family, which must be because Zhao Jueyu is interfering.

Song Jianping simply forgot that Song Lingge wasn't close to Zhao Jueyu when she was little; she was raised by her maternal grandparents.

He seemed to have forgotten that he had never fulfilled his responsibilities as a father.

Why should Song Lingge be close to him?

"Your grandparents must be heartbroken to have lost their child. You should spend more time with them. I'm fine." The words sounded reasonable, but the person was not kind.

"I know I'll spend more time with them, but you're my dad, and I can't just ignore you!"

These words somehow provoked Song Jianping, and his voice suddenly became louder.

“You’re my daughter, how can you abandon me? The law won’t allow it.”

Song Lingge found it amusing; this was a ploy to get her involved.

"Yes, yes, of course I'll take care of you! Didn't you just say you wanted to spend more time with Grandpa and the others? I was the one who offered to take care of you too!"

It seemed he had misheard, and Song Jianping couldn't hold back his words.

Song Lingge didn't argue with him and asked, "Mom's gone, what will happen to the house in Hele Garden? Should we sell it?"

Song Jianping exploded again: "Sell? Why would we sell it?"

Song Lingge poured him a glass of water: "I'm afraid you'll be sad if you see this. Even if we sell it, we'll definitely buy another one! What's the rush?"

Song Jianping shook his head: "Selling now would definitely result in a loss. I don't have those feudal remnants. I'll move there in a few days."

Whether they have any feudalistic remnants is unclear, but the primary concern is probably the fear of losing money!

"When are you moving? I'll come and help you. Also, you should move as soon as possible, otherwise it's not good for you to live with your aunt."

Song Jianping wasn't in a hurry at first, but after hearing Song Jianmei's name, he pondered for a moment: "Are you busy today? Why don't you move in today? Your mother is gone, and living with your aunt will inevitably cause some gossip."

This was probably the only thing Song Jianping said that Song Lingge found agreeable.

“Okay, you can keep it for now. I’ll call Qiao Nansheng. He has a car and can help us move it, so we won’t need to rent one.”

Upon hearing that there was no need to rent a car, Song Jianping readily agreed.

Judging that Qiao Nansheng must have gone to his grandparents' house, Song Lingge made a phone call.

Sure enough, it was Qiao Nansheng who answered the phone.

"Hey?"

"Qiao Nansheng, are you free now? Can you help me move? Yes, I need to borrow your car. I have a lot of things to move, could you please empty the car a bit?"

The most important thing is Mom's little suitcase; Qiao Nansheng surely understands what she means.

"I know, it's already been taken to Grandpa's house, I'll be there in a bit."