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

It must be Qiao Nansheng who has returned with lunch.

Song Lingge and Song Jianmei checked and tidied it up, and only opened the door after they both thought it looked okay.

This is a little secret between the aunt and niece.

When I opened the door, I was surprised to find someone I hadn't expected.

"Zhou Songmei? What are you doing here?" Song Lingge's tone was unpleasant, and her brows furrowed.

“Lingge…I, I’m here to see my godfather…godmother and the others. I want to tell them that it’s the holidays and I’m going back to my hometown tomorrow.”

Zhou Songmei was timid today, having lost the tenacious and persistent attitude she had at school.

"Didn't you go to the new house a few days ago? Didn't you tell them you were going on holiday?" Song Lingge stared intently at Zhou Songmei.

"No...no, I've never been there."

How could that be? Song Lingge didn't believe it.

"Didn't you know my mother passed away a few days ago?"

"My godmother passed away? How could that be? She's always been healthy. Did something happen to her? I haven't called them recently, why didn't you let me know?"

Zhou Songmei looked very anxious and finished speaking in one breath.

But it always gave Song Lingge a certain feeling about her appearance.

"Lingge, who is this?"

“My father’s goddaughter.” Song Lingge’s tone was very unfriendly.

Song Jianmei frowned: "You have a good daughter of your own, why do you need a goddaughter? You didn't even come to your sister-in-law's funeral. Come on, come on, you're not welcome here."

Song Jianmei's tone was even more unfriendly. Although she had never met Zhou Songmei, she could tell from Song Lingge's attitude that her niece disliked her.

Consequently, she naturally disliked Zhou Songmei and had a poor impression of her, finding her petty and shifty-eyed.

Zhou Songmei was embarrassed, but unusually, she didn't argue back. She glanced at Song Lingge and then turned to leave.

This is too abnormal.

However, from the day Zhou Songmei appeared, Song Lingge never thought she was normal.

"Auntie, do you have any pickled vegetables or anything like that at home?"

Song Lingge suddenly asked a question out of the blue.

Yes, what's up?

"Grandma likes to eat it, why don't you pack some for me?"

Just then, Qiao Nansheng returned carrying a packed lunch.

“I just saw Zhou Songmei arrive, so I waited downstairs until she left before coming up.”

Song Lingge glanced at him but didn't answer. She took the food and placed it on the table.

“Aunt, I just remembered that when I left this morning, Grandma repeatedly told me to come back for breakfast, so I won’t eat with you.”

Song Jianmei came over carrying a large bag of pickled vegetables, it was unclear whether she wanted to persuade her to stay or not.

"Since we bought so much food, why don't we eat some?"

Song Lingge smiled and took the pickled vegetables: "If you can't finish them at noon, save them for dinner. Grandma's been in a bad mood lately, so it's better if I go back."

This reason was irrefutable, so Song Jianmei could only nod.

Are you going back now?

"Yeah, let's drive back, it'll be quick!"

"Then please drive carefully, and remember to visit your aunt whenever you have time, okay?"

"Okay, Auntie, you too. Call me if you need anything. I'm off now!"

After saying goodbye to Song Jianmei, Song Lingge walked very quickly as soon as she went downstairs.

"Lingge, what happened again?"

"Nansheng, let's drive to Hele Manor right away."

Song Lingge didn't believe a single word of Zhou Songmei's nonsense.

She guessed that Zhou Songmei would probably go to Hele Manor to find Song Jianping.

If she goes, then many things will become clear.

Without further ado, Qiao Nansheng finally understood why Song Lingge was in such a hurry.

However, they would get there faster than Zhou Songmei by car.

As they approached Hele Manor, Song Lingge saw a roadside convenience store and called for a stop.

A little while later she bought two Hongtashan cigarettes and brought them up.

"Too much pressure?" Qiao Nansheng was a little confused.

Song Lingge opened one of the cigarette cartons, took out two packs of cigarettes, and handed them to Qiao Nansheng.

Qiao Nansheng waved his hand awkwardly: "I don't smoke."

Song Lingge looked at him as if he were an idiot, and said earnestly, "These aren't for you to draw, you take them first."

This time, Qiao Nansheng really didn't understand what she meant, but he still obediently took the cigarette and put it in the recess next to the car door.

Song Lingge put the remaining cigarettes into her bag.

"Let's go inside and find a place to park."

Qiao Nansheng found a secluded spot to park, where he could see the building where the Song family lived, but without attracting attention.

"Hey, what are you all doing here?"

It was the security guard from this morning.

Song Lingge quickly got out of the car, opened the back door, and pushed the security guard into the car.

"What are you doing? Is this a kidnapping?" The security guard had never seen a girl like this before and panicked.

Song Lingge also sat down in the back seat, put her index finger to her lips, and made a "shh!" sound.

"Sir, we are not bad people. To be honest, we have our reasons."

In her early twenties, Song Lingge had not yet experienced the trials of a failed marriage, so she still looked fair-skinned and charming, a beautiful city girl.

Her appearance is very appealing to middle-aged people; seeing her is like seeing their own daughter.

Moreover, in broad daylight, two young kids kidnapping an old man? That doesn't make sense.

So the security guard quickly calmed down.

He asked in a deep voice, "Then what you just did was wrong too. It was so scary!"

"Yes, sir, you're right. I won't do it again next time; this time it was truly an emergency..."

"Shh!" Qiao Nansheng suddenly interrupted Song Lingge, pointing his finger at the Song family's building.

Following the direction Qiao Nansheng pointed, they could see Zhou Songmei walking upstairs.

Qiao Nansheng and Song Lingge quickly lowered their heads, only their eyes showing as they stared in that direction.

The atmosphere inside the car suddenly became very tense. The security guard lowered his head as he watched Qiao Nansheng and Song Lingge's actions.

He vaguely felt like he was watching a Hong Kong drama on TV where someone was being stalked.

"Comrades...are you police officers? Is...are we in danger?"

The security guard asked in a low voice.

The incident of Zhao Jueyu falling from the building caused quite a stir, and very few people have come to the community in the past few days.

The police did come a few times.

Therefore, the security guard was really flustered.

Once Zhou Songmei was out of sight, Song Lingge sat up and slowly replied, "Sir, we are not police officers. I am indeed the owner of unit 5.2. You can check the owner list."

Song Lingge's expression was sincere, not like she was lying.

The security guard has a good eye for people and won't make a mistake.

"Then what are you doing?"

"Sir, did you see the woman who just went upstairs clearly? Do you remember her?"

Last time, I only caught a glimpse from afar and didn't see her face directly, only her side profile and back.

The security guard looked at Song Lingge carefully, then thought about the figure he had seen from behind that day, and the woman he had just seen.

It seems that the woman from behind looks more like the same person as the woman we just saw!