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

Song Jianping tidied up quickly, without Song Lingge having to lift a finger.

Anyway, the furniture in the new house is all newly bought, so everything here should be left to Song Jianmei. Just take some personal belongings.

"Dad, Auntie has it tough being all alone. When would you like to transfer this house to her?"

Song Jianping was packing his things when he heard this. He looked at Song Lingge with a complicated expression. Was this still his daughter? Why did she always side with outsiders?

"It's fine for her to live in this house; whether she transfers it or not is up to her."

"That won't do. If we don't give it to her, she won't feel at ease living there."

Who wants to live in someone else's house their whole life?

Song Jianping said impatiently, "Don't meddle in adults' affairs. I'll handle it."

After a moment's thought, Song Lingge realized that Song Jianping probably wanted to break their previous verbal agreement and didn't intend to give the house to Song Jianmei.

Song Jianmei is his biological sister!

Song Lingge gained a deeper understanding of Song Jianping.

"By the way, Lingge, I've thought about it carefully. Your grandparents are getting old and have just experienced such a big change. Why don't you stay here with them instead of moving in?"

Song Lingge hadn't originally planned to move, but she didn't expect that Song Jianping would bring it up before she could even speak.

I felt a pang of sadness; it was a father and daughter who were actually scheming against each other.

In order to find out the cause of Zhao Jueyu's death, she plotted against her own father.

The biological father wasn't much better; he schemed against his own daughter for the house and the inheritance.

Song Lingge pretended to be troubled: "But I still want to move back and live with you. Grandma and Grandpa will have each other for company, but Dad... can you manage on your own? Don't try to tough it out by yourself."

Song Jianping felt very embarrassed after hearing this. His daughter was so considerate of him, but he was thinking about other things.

However, Song Lingge cannot live with him. If Zhao Zhangguo and his wife don't leave their inheritance to Song Lingge in the future, but instead donate it to the Red Cross or something, then they will suffer a huge loss.

Moreover, he didn't want to live with Song Lingge.

He had to coax Song Lingge, so he cleared his throat and his tone became much gentler: "Dad is still young, but your grandparents, who knows how long they can live? We should spend as much time with them as possible. Your mother just passed away, we can't let them down."

“I’ve always had a grudge against them, and it’s up to you to maintain our relationship, so you should stay with them. Besides, their house is big, and you’re used to living there, so there’s no need for you to come and suffer with Dad.”

That's ridiculous. She didn't want to move back before, but Song Jianping insisted that she move back to this small house, which doesn't even have a separate room.

At that time, didn't he feel that Song Lingge had suffered with him?

Now we've moved to Hele Garden. Although it's not as nice as Zhao Zhang's villa, it's a little hardship to say that a house of just over 100 square meters is comfortable.

"Dad, I'm really worried about you!" But you still have to pretend.

"Dad knows, Dad understands everything, but you should also understand Dad. Dad is doing this for your own good."

Why didn't I notice this tactic of earnest persuasion before?

Song Lingge didn't want to hear such disgusting words anymore, so she went along with it and said, "Okay then, we'll stay with Grandma and Grandpa for now, and move over later."

"I'll take it as long as it lasts. I'll come up with an excuse when it's time to move again," Song Jianping thought to himself.

The father and daughter had both achieved their goals, so they happily walked towards the front gate with their things.

Qiao Nansheng's car was not allowed to enter the campus, so it was parked at the school gate.

"Auntie, why are you closing so early?"

Song Jianmei is opening the door of her steamed bun shop.

Seeing them come out, Song Jianmei looked like she'd been caught red-handed, somewhat flustered: "I just went out to buy some things after closing the shop, and I'm just back now, about to open the door. Where are you going with all those bags and packages?"

Song Lingge gestured towards Song Jianping with her lip: "Dad wants to move to the new house today."

Having been called out, Song Jianping had no choice but to reply: "Yes, I'll move in today. You'll be living here alone from now on, so don't worry about it!"

Without waiting for Song Jianmei's reply, he took his things and got into the car.

"Aunt, I'll take him there first, and I'll come back to see you later."

Song Jianmei nodded and watched them leave, a faint sorrow on her face.

We soon arrived at Hele Manor.

There weren't many things. Song Lingge handed the items to Qiao Nansheng and Song Jianping, and in the end, she only took a small bag for herself.

When she reached the door, she deliberately walked in front and casually took out her key to open it.

"Huh, why can't I open it?"

"The new lock might be a little hard to open, give it a try."

Qiao Nansheng is such a great wingman!

Song Jianping, who was originally at the back, squeezed to the front with a flushed face and muttered, "The locks were changed a few days ago, and your key won't open it."

Song Lingge asked casually, "Didn't Mom change the door lock after the renovation? Why are you changing it again now?"

"That lock is broken."

Song Jianping answered casually, not wanting to dwell on the topic any further.

"Oh, Dad, then give me a new key, and I'll throw this one away, okay?"

"You don't live here, so why would I give you the key?" Song Jianping's tone was very curt.

He completely forgot that Song Lingge also had a share in this house, but now she couldn't even have a key.

Song Lingge pretended to be surprised: "Dad, what do you mean? This is my home. You're the one who told me to stay at Grandpa's house temporarily. Why can't I have a key to the house?"

Song Jianping was even more embarrassed, but it was inconvenient to give the key to Song Lingge, otherwise he wouldn't have been in such a hurry to change the lock.

"Of course it's your house. I just felt that since you don't live here now, having the key wouldn't be very useful. Besides, I was in a rush to pack, and I think the spare key is still over there. I forgot to bring it with me. I'll give it to you later!"

The Song family's art of shirking responsibility, Song Jianping's unique skill in dealing with people.

Song Lingge has experienced this countless times since she was a child.

It seems that Song Jianping is determined not to give her the key.

To avoid alerting her, Song Lingge stopped pressing the matter: "There's no rush. I don't really need the key anyway, but you should keep it safe. You often forget to bring your keys."

Seeing that he had gotten rid of Song Lingge, Song Jianping visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

Unbeknownst to him, his every move was being watched by Song Lingge and Qiao Nansheng.

Song Lingge looked around the room. Originally, there were three rooms, and the plan was to turn the smallest room into a study, but in the end, it was turned into a bedroom.

Zhao Jueyu fell from the bay window of this room.

Song Jianping said she went to clean the glass of the bay window and accidentally fell down.

Song Lingge's gaze revealed a hint of sharpness.