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

Song Jianmei did remember something, but she didn't know if it was related to this.

"Auntie, tell me!" Song Lingge said anxiously.

Song Jianmei swallowed hard and said, word by word, "The night before, I got home from the steamed bun shop quite late. When I came in, your mom was on the phone. She said, 'Okay, then I'll trouble you.' After she hung up, your mom and the others started talking about cleaning. I don't know if it had anything to do with that phone call."

Song Jianmei's words don't prove anything.

But this was a very important clue. Song Lingge picked up the landline and checked the call log.

"Aunt, do you remember the exact time?"

Song Jianmei thought for a moment: "It must be past 8:30, because the ninth graders have all finished their evening self-study."

There was only one phone call during that time period; Song Lingge made the call.

The receiver kept beeping, and after waiting for a long time without anyone answering, Song Lingge dialed again, unwilling to give up.

"Hello?" It was a man's voice.

Song Lingge cleared her throat: "Hello, this phone just called my home, but I didn't answer it, so I called back."

"Oh, this is a public telephone."

"Excuse me, where is this public phone located?"

"Nanzhou University of Foreign Languages"

......

It really is Nanzhou University of Foreign Languages, just as Song Lingge guessed.

The call had already ended, but Song Lingge kept gripping the receiver tightly, the veins on her hands bulging.

The scattered clues can easily be woven into a main storyline.

There was one other person on the day Zhao Jueyu and Song Jianping went back to do cleaning.

Is this the person she was thinking of?

"Lingge, what's wrong? Why are you asking this? Is it about your mother's death?"

Song Jianmei looked tense, but Song Lingge smiled easily at her: "It's nothing. It's just that my mother left in such a hurry that she didn't leave a single word. So I really wanted to ask the last person she saw what she said to him, even if it was just something ordinary, it would be some comfort!"

"Sigh! Don't be too sad."

“My grandparents are getting old, and you know my dad’s temper. I can’t confide in them, so I can only talk to you, Aunt. Aunt, I’m sorry for making you sad.”

"No, no, no, in your aunt's heart, you and Fengwa are both my own daughters. Your aunt didn't do much before, but Lingge, your aunt is different now. You and your sister-in-law are so good to me. If your aunt were to act like before, would she still be human?"

Song Lingge held Song Jianmei's hand tightly: "Aunt, don't say that. You used to be very good to me! It's just that because of that shameless Chen Sangde, our family's situation has deteriorated, so you've had a hard time. Mom and I understand you and feel sorry for you, which is why we wanted to help you."

“Before, you were determined to be with Chen Sangde, and no matter how your father tried to persuade you, you wouldn’t listen. That’s why my mother didn’t try to persuade you, thinking that you definitely wouldn’t listen to her and might even think that she was trying to sow discord. But from the beginning, my mother felt sorry for you.”

“That day, you came home covered in bruises. My mom cried for a long time when she told me about it later. So we vowed to help you get rid of that bad man. Look, aren't we living a good life now?”

"My mom is so kind. The thought of not spending much time with her these past few days makes me sad, but I keep these feelings to myself and don't know who to talk to. Waaah..."

In the end, Song Lingge was truly heartbroken, and Song Jianmei was already in tears.

The aunt and niece embraced and wept bitterly.

"Your aunt knows that without you and your sister-in-law, she would still be living a life worse than death. So from now on, don't keep things bottled up inside. Tell your aunt what's on your mind. Keeping things bottled up for too long will make you sick."

Song Lingge wiped away her tears: "I'll listen to my aunt. From now on, whenever I miss my mom, I'll come to you and tell you what's on my mind. It makes me feel much better."

"Yes, that's how it should be."

"Aunt, I noticed you seemed distracted and absent-minded today. Is something on your mind? Don't keep it to yourself, you can tell me anything."

Song Jianmei suddenly frowned.

She did indeed have something on her mind, and more than one.

But she didn't know how to bring up any of them.

Seeing her troubled expression, Song Lingge pulled out a tissue and blew her nose, acting nonchalantly as if she hadn't meant to ask.

"Auntie, look, you're spacing out again. What's wrong?"

Song Jianmei didn't want to hide it from Song Lingge, so she picked one thing to tell her.

“This morning, when you and your dad were at home, I actually came back once. But you were talking, so I didn’t come in and went back to the shop.”

Song Lingge, being such a perceptive person, immediately guessed: "Aunt, did you hear that? I'm sorry, Aunt."

"Silly child, how can I blame you? How could I not feel your kindness?"

To be honest, Song Jianmei felt very upset after hearing what Song Jianping said.

Although helping her was a favor, not helping her was his right, Song Jianmei was truly heartbroken that her brother was treated worse than her sister-in-law and niece.

Over the years, because her family was poor, she often asked Song Jianping for money and things, begging and pleading so much that even she herself hated it.

But she was an uneducated rural woman, a lazy man, and a good-for-nothing boy.

What can she do?

She could only rely on her only relative from her maternal family.

Later, after hearing Song Lingge's advice, she gradually realized that reading was truly beneficial, and her niece's suggestion completely changed her life.

It turns out that she can live a very resilient life without having to ask anyone for help.

Song Jianping was also educated, but all he did was give her some money to get rid of her, and he would scold her for a long time each time.

Through comparison, she realized what kind of life she truly wanted.

“The steamed bun shop is doing so well now. Aunt, believe me, once we save up more money, you can take over those shops next door, hire a few helpers, and start a business selling home-style dishes. You won’t have to worry about not making a fortune.”

“I believe you, I believe you. Your aunt also has that confidence, but after your dad said that, I started thinking that I should buy a house too, instead of living here with him. Do you think it's a good idea for me to rent a place now?”

It turns out that once you have money, you want to prove yourself.

Song Lingge shook her head.

Song Jianmei asked anxiously, "What, you don't think it's good?"

“Aunt, I support you buying a house, but not now. You don’t need to argue with my dad. Nanzhou Middle School is in a good location with many students, so there will be plenty of restaurants and no shortage of business.”

“This house is just sitting empty anyway, so why not take advantage of it? It’s a waste not to take advantage of a good deal. Do you think my dad will kick you out? It’s so close to the shops, there’s no need to waste money here.”

After listening to her analysis, Song Jianmei also felt that it made sense.

As a college student, she thinks more comprehensively than him. There's really no need to argue over a trivial matter; saving more money is the key.

"Boom boom boom——"

There was a knock on the door.