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

Having achieved her goal, Song Lingge lingered no longer.

Song Jianping was eager for her to leave and didn't try to stop her.

The father and daughter exchanged a few pleasantries, each harboring their own ulterior motives, before Song Lingge left with Qiao Nansheng.

Back in the car, Song Lingge hugged herself tightly, as if only in this way could she find some comfort in her cold heart.

"Lingge, are you alright?"

How can things possibly turn out well? A father and daughter, scheming against each other to this extent, how can things possibly be good?

Song Lingge shook her head, a sad smile creeping onto her lips: "You're so smart, you must be able to tell that my dad isn't as simple as he seems, right?"

Does this need to be said?

Out of consideration for her feelings, Qiao Nansheng tried to speak in a calm tone: "Well, but didn't you already have this in mind? Since you already knew, don't let yourself keep wasting your time."

"Hey, parking isn't allowed here. You'll have to park over there next time. See those lines over there?"

An old man in a security guard uniform walked over and pointed to the northeast corner.

"Okay, I'm sorry!"

"By the way, which household are you from? Are you here to renovate or something?" This security guard was quite responsible.

“You can check the list of owners on the fifth floor of this building. I am an owner.”

Song Lingge replied that it was necessary to maintain good relationships with these people, at least on the surface, because there might be news she needed to ask them for in the future.

"Five bars and two?" the security guard asked, puzzled.

Song Lingge nodded: "Yes, it was my mother who accidentally fell a few days ago."

"Is this your family? My condolences! Last time your family came to clean, I thought you would move in soon and be the first family to move in!"

"Our family?" Song Lingge asked, a little puzzled.

"Yes, I happened to see your family chatting and laughing as you went upstairs when I was on patrol that day."

Song Lingge got out of the car and asked again, "Grandpa, are you sure it was the day my mother fell?"

Song Lingge's question caught the security guard off guard, leaving him unsure how to answer. He glanced at Qiao Nansheng, wondering why this girl was acting so strangely.

Qiao Nansheng also got out of the car and explained to him, "She's been in a bad mood lately, please understand!"

"Oh, I see. I understand, I understand. Just a few days ago the whole family was so happy, who knew something like this would happen? Anyone would be devastated. But we have to try to look on the bright side! Life has to go on..."

The security guard seemed very kind, but he was talkative and a bit long-winded. Perhaps it was because there were too few people in this community, and he was going crazy from being cooped up. Whenever someone came, he would keep talking.

Seeing that he couldn't get any more information from her, Qiao Nansheng pulled Song Lingge into the car and drove away.

"The day my mother fell down the stairs, another woman came." Song Lingge's eyes were full of malice.

"Who could it be? Do you have anyone you suspect?"

Song Lingge did indeed have a name flash through her mind, but in order not to wrongly accuse someone, she needed to confirm it again.

"Nansheng, go to your aunt's."

Qiao Nansheng seems to have become Song Lingge's personal driver.

When she returned to Nanzhou Middle School, the steamed bun shop was open. There weren't many customers at this time, and Song Jianmei sat alone in the shop with a forlorn expression.

Feeling a pang of pity, Song Lingge walked over and softly called out, "Auntie!"

Song Jianmei raised her head, her unfocused eyes regaining their focus. She recognized Song Lingge and wiped her eyes.

Smiling, she said, "Lingge, what brings you here?"

This distraught appearance was a stark contrast to Song Jianmei's usual energetic self.

Song Lingge helped her sit down: "Auntie, didn't I tell you? I'm helping Dad move, and I'll come back to your place after I'm done. How could you forget?"

It seems there was such a thing. Song Jianmei slapped her thigh: "Look at my memory, I forgot."

“Aunt, since you weren’t planning to do business today, and I see everything’s packed up, why don’t we go back first? I’ll help you tidy up the house, and from now on, that’ll be your home.”

Song Jianmei's eyes darkened slightly: "Okay, Auntie will make you something to eat. You haven't eaten yet, have you? Go back first."

Song Lingge leaned close to Qiao Nansheng's ear and whispered a few words, then took Song Jianmei's arm and walked towards the teachers' family building.

Qiao Nansheng drove away.

Song Jianmei called out, "Qiao, why are you leaving? Let's go back and have dinner together!"

However, Qiao Nansheng didn't hear it. Song Lingge nudged Song Jianmei's arm and said, "He went to buy food. Let's go back first. I want to chat with my aunt. Let's not bother with anything today."

"Why waste this money? Auntie will finish it faster."

"I don't want you to cook. You're running the shop every day, haven't you cooked enough yet? Let's treat today as a day off and have a good rest."

Song Jianmei said nothing more and went home with Song Lingge.

With only a few minutes left on the journey, neither of them spoke, lost in their own thoughts.

Back home, Song Lingge closed the door.

Although it's called a home, both she and Song Jianmei were just passing through; neither of them stayed in the house for very long.

In fact, she was not being generous with other people's money by giving Song Jianping's house to Song Jianmei.

Strictly speaking, this house belongs to Zhao Jueyu. When she made the suggestion, Zhao Jueyu didn't refuse, and it was for Song Jianping's younger sister, so Song Lingge really didn't expect that in the end it would be Song Jianping who would be the obstacle.

Now, she felt a little guilty and didn't know how to tell Song Jianmei.

Since Song Jianmei lives here, Song Jianping probably won't kick her out, but it's never as comfortable to live in someone else's house.

It's hard to know what Song Jianmei was thinking.

"aunt--"

"Lingge——"

The two had been silent the whole way, but now they spoke at the same time.

"Aunt, what do you want to say? You go first."

"No, no, no, what do you want to say? You go first."

Thinking of what the security guard at Hele Manor had said, Song Lingge didn't refuse and considered how to bring it up.

Besides, she wondered if it was just her imagination, but she felt that her aunt had a lot on her mind today. Perhaps her aunt needed some time to sort out her thoughts.

Moreover, her matter was even more urgent.

"Aunt, I wanted to ask if any guests came to our house while I was at my maternal grandfather's? Also, on the day my mother went to Hele Manor to do cleaning, was it just her and my father? Were there any other people there?"

Song Jianmei recalled carefully: "Your mother has a quiet personality. She usually only interacts with her colleagues, but she rarely comes to our house. She might say a few words when she bumps into them while walking around the school. As for guests, I've never seen anyone come. But it's also possible that I spend most of my time in the store and haven't really noticed."

Has the trail gone cold again?

"On the day your mom went to clean, only your dad was there. I originally planned to close the shop that day and go with them, but you know your mom's personality; she insisted I finish up at the shop first. If I had known it would turn out like this, no matter what she said, I definitely would have gone with her..."

My aunt was on the verge of tears again as she spoke.

"Hey--"

Song Jianmei suddenly froze.

"Aunt, is something on your mind?"