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

Song Jianping's face immediately turned very ugly.

"Oh, could it be that other neighbors have moved in besides ours? Judging from the sounds, they seem to be quite close," Song Lingge said with a smile.

Her smile was clear and pure, but in Song Jianping's eyes, it was so ironic.

"I think so! It's such a big neighborhood with lots of kids, you can often hear them crying."

"But when I went upstairs just now, I didn't see any apartments that looked like they were already renovated," Song Lingge said, seemingly casually raising another question.

"Tsk! The window was open again, who knows where the sound came from. Anyway, you just said your grandpa called me back for dinner, did he say why?"

Song Jianping was still more interested in this. He even optimistically thought that maybe the old couple had forgiven him because they had lost their daughter and now only had a granddaughter by their side.

Otherwise, why would we offer to invite him back for a meal now, after so many years of no contact?

Song Lingge shook her head: "I don't know. Grandpa just said it casually, but later Grandma pulled him aside and said something, and then she never mentioned it again."

Is this genuine naivety or just plain stupidity?

Song Jianping wished he could whack Song Lingge on the head with a stick.

"Then why did you come back to tell me that the old couple never reached a consensus at all?"

"Dad, why do you say that? As long as Grandpa brings it up, it's a good thing. It's just a matter of time. I heard this and immediately wanted to tell you, so why aren't you happy?"

If it's 100% certain that he'll be invited back for dinner, he'll naturally be happy.

But Song Lingge made it sound like there was a 90% chance of it happening, which made him incredibly happy.

He's long past the age of believing in empty promises.

Thinking of this, Song Jianping glanced at his daughter eating grapes in front of him. He had just bought the grapes for Zhou Songmei's son, but before she could even start eating them, they had been knocked on the door, and now Song Lingge had almost finished them.

At first, the children were making a fuss just to get these grapes.

To be honest, it wasn't seasonal fruit, nor was it local fruit, so I only bought a small bunch, which made him feel bad about it.

Now the child didn't get a single bite before Song Lingge ate it all, but he couldn't possibly tell his own daughter not to eat!

In short, it's all Song Lingge's fault; she shouldn't have come without informing anyone.

Receiving Song Jianping's impatient expression, Song Lingge was even happier.

She felt like she had changed, and that she derived great satisfaction from these perverse pleasures.

Song Jianping is usually stingy, so she didn't believe he would buy such expensive fruit. There was only one reason: it was for Zhou Songmei. In that case, no wonder Song Lingge ate it all.

In those days, grapes were considered a luxury fruit in Nanzhou, but for Song Lingge, who had entered the 21st century, she had eaten even rarer things, so grapes were not considered a high-end product.

However, it would be good to just annoy Zhou Songmei.

"Dad, I'm sorry, these grapes were so delicious, I couldn't resist eating too many. You won't be mad at me, will you?" Song Lingge asked cheekily.

If you ask so directly, can Song Jianping really say that he's a reincarnation of a glutton? He can eat so much.

He gave an awkward smile and said, "Eat up, it's alright. I don't buy this often. I just bought some to treat your Uncle Wu when he came to our house yesterday."

"Oh, I see. Since they're leftovers, I'll eat them all." With that, Song Lingge took the last few grapes and ate them.

At this point, the child's crying grew even louder.

Song Jianping's expression grew increasingly grim.

"It seems like the soundproofing in this house at Hele Manor isn't very good, Dad. What do you think?"

"It's...it's alright!"

"I felt like the sound was coming from the bedroom; I could hear it even more clearly from the bathroom."

Qiao Nansheng came out and sat down next to Song Lingge.

"But when I went upstairs, I didn't see many people staying there. What's going on? I'll go check."

As Song Lingge spoke, she was about to get up to take a look, which startled Song Jianping, who quickly stood up and stopped her.

However, his action of stopping people was too obvious and a bit illogical, so Song Lingge and Qiao Nansheng stared at him intently.

In a moment of quick thinking, Song Jianping came up with a plausible excuse: "I remember now, was it the radio I was playing that was making the sound?"

Song Lingge felt sorry for her father, who could come up with such an excuse. She laughed and said, "Dad, you didn't turn it off for so long? Your memory has been so bad lately."

"Did they manage to fool us?" Song Jianping breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't you think about how old your dad is? Of course his memory will decline."

"By the way, Dad, the house has been renovated for so long, but I haven't had a good look at it yet. I'm free today anyway, so why don't I come and take a look and see if there's anything else I need to buy?"

As she spoke, Song Lingge stood up and was about to walk into the inner room.

This girl's ideas are so unpredictable, Song Jianping is almost scared to death.

Song Lingge turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.

Song Jianping's heart was in his throat. He wanted to stop him, but Qiao Nansheng was still standing in front of him, tall and strong.

"This is my room? Dad, you actually bought the bed and the cabinet."

Song Lingge walked into the room, which should have been her bedroom.

The furniture is all newly bought. Although the material doesn't look very good, the style is girly.

Song Lingge jumped onto the bed and sat up, asking in surprise, "Dad, you were lying to me last time when you said you wouldn't let me move back, right? Is this a surprise you prepared for me?"

Song Jianping was so frightened that he broke out in a sweat. He managed to force a smile, but it looked worse than crying.

"You came in too much of a rush last time; we haven't bought any furniture for this house yet. Take a look at these colors and furniture; do you like them?"

"do not like."

Song Lingge suddenly smiled: "How could that be? This is the first time Dad has ever prepared a room for me so carefully, of course I like it very much! Thank you, Dad."

"Why don't you stay here tonight and keep Uncle Song company? I'll go back and tell Grandpa Zhao and the others, or you can make a call yourself."

Qiao Nansheng suddenly spoke.

Song Lingge looked at her with a smile in her eyes. How come this person is just as cunning as her?

But she likes it.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Song Jianping was so frightened that he quickly stammered, "Isn't this a bit inappropriate? You can come back to me anytime, but didn't we agree last time that your grandparents are in a bad mood lately, so you should spend more time with them?"

Song Lingge pouted, "It's just for one day, Grandma and Grandpa won't say anything. Besides, I'm really worried about you, Dad! You must be sadder than any of us when Mom leaves."

This general put Song Jianping in an even more awkward position, but he couldn't find any other reason for it.

Looking at her father's colorful face, Song Lingge thought it was such a waste that he wasn't made into an emoji.

"Dad, let's go check your room again!"

no! no! no!

Song Jianping screamed in his heart, Zhou Songmei and the child were not in this room, they must be hiding in the master bedroom, he absolutely could not let Song Lingge go to the master bedroom.