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

"What's so interesting about my room? Your mom's gone, and I don't like to tidy up anymore. Qiao's still here, so don't embarrass your dad!"

Song Lingge turned the doorknob.

Song Jianping wanted to rush over, but Qiao Nansheng blocked his way. Why was this kid so annoying?

"I was just kidding you, look how scared you are. Dad, are you feeling any better?"

Song Lingge didn't open the door, but smiled slyly at Song Jianping.

"Okay, much better now. You're such a naughty child..."

God knows how much effort it took for Song Jianping to say those words; he was almost scared to death.

"It's getting late, Dad. I've thought about it and decided not to move back. I appreciate your kind intentions. Grandma and Grandpa are getting old and haven't been feeling well lately, so I'll spend more time with them. But you need to take good care of yourself too. I'll come back to see you often."

Song Jianping stopped worrying about whether she should come back often and decided to focus on getting through the current difficulties first.

“Okay, if you think that way, then your grandparents haven’t spoiled you for nothing. You can come back to see me anytime you want, but remember to call ahead so you don’t make a wasted trip.”

Song Lingge nodded: "Okay, I'll definitely call ahead next time."

As Song Lingge passed by "her" bedroom, she glanced inside and saw a small, dark red box on the bedside table.

She turned back and smiled at Song Jianping: "But I have to take this. I'll treasure it. Thank you, Dad!"

This is Zhou Moufu's gold jewelry box, inside which is a very small longevity lock.

It's not heavy, and it costs less than a thousand yuan at most.

But so what? Even a small fly is still meat.

"Okay, it was originally bought for you. I didn't expect you to find out so quickly." Song Jianping just wanted to get rid of this troublemaker as soon as possible.

I should have put it in the cabinet instead of in such an obvious place.

"Dad, I'll head back now. I'll come see you another day. Take good care of yourself."

Song Lingge looked so reluctant to part that she almost believed it herself.

"Okay, go back quickly, so your grandma won't worry."

After seeing off these two troublemakers and closing the door, Song Jianping almost collapsed to the ground. This commotion was going to kill him!

Zhou Songmei left the child crying in the room and rushed out alone, furious.

"What exactly does Song Lingge mean by this? Didn't you say she wouldn't come back? Does that mean we'll have to keep hiding like this as long as she comes back?"

"What can I do? This is her home, and her name is listed as the owner. Why can't I just have her call before she comes back? Why are you so angry?"

Song Jianping's attitude made Zhou Songmei even angrier.

"I told you to buy two sets before, but you wouldn't listen. You listened to their slander and only bought this one set. Now look what happened!"

"What are you yelling about? Isn't this big house good enough? Why do you have to squeeze into those small houses? You're just destined to be poor."

Zhou Songmei sneered: "Heh, poor fate, who isn't? Who's to blame for my situation? And Zizai, that was a gift you gave him as a greeting. Song Lingge, that short-sighted girl, took it without even trying to stop you."

"You make it sound so simple. How can I stop her? She's my own daughter, and that's her room. She naturally assumes it's a gift for her. What's wrong with that? You only have yourself to blame for not putting it away properly. Didn't you know to put it in the closet?"

When Song Jianping spoke to Song Lingge, he was timid and hesitant, but when he argued with her, he became red-faced and vehement, acting as if he was in the right.

A feeling of disgust suddenly rose in Zhou Songmei's heart.

Their argument was loud, and the child, left unattended, cried his heart out.

Song Lingge and Qiao Nansheng, standing outside the door, exchanged a knowing glance.

With smiles on their lips, the two of them slowly left this joyful place.

It wasn't until they got back in the car that Qiao Nansheng said with dissatisfaction, "Didn't I give you a look? They were in the master bedroom, why didn't you catch them red-handed?"

"Let's drive and get out of this godforsaken place."

Buying Hele Manor was a mistake. She'll definitely sell it once the property prices rise a bit more.

After leaving Hele Manor, Qiao Nansheng did not drive home, but instead drove around aimlessly.

Looking at his tightly closed lips, Song Lingge could tell he couldn't understand why she had done that.

So I patiently explained to him, "What's the use of catching them in the act? Are you going to go and beat them up for me to vent my anger?"

Qiao Nansheng wanted to argue something, but couldn't find any loopholes; it seemed that this was indeed the case.

Looking ahead, Song Lingge said emotionlessly, "Even the police can't find anything out. Even if we make a scene now, it will only prove that he is morally corrupt. But I don't want it to end like this."

"Then what do you want to do?"

“I’ve learned my lesson before. I’m not as stupid as you think. This is my mother’s fate, and I will make them pay the price. I won’t make any rash moves until I find an opportunity to trample them underfoot and never let them rise again.”

What losses have you suffered?

The landing point was indeed very accurate.

"That's not the point. The point is my determination, okay?"

It seems we cannot let our guard down in front of Qiao Nansheng; we must be meticulous in our words and actions.

“I know your determination, but I don’t understand your approach. So what’s the point of coming here today with such a good opportunity?”

Song Lingge tilted her head and looked at him: "How could it be meaningless? I messed things up on Zhou Songmei's very first day here. Even if she stays here, she and my dad will live in fear every day from now on. They don't know when I'll show up, or what I'm going to do. Don't you think that feeling of not being able to control things is the most painful? Just look at my dad's sweaty face. I want them to live in this fear every day."

Song Lingge took out the jewelry box from her bag and took out the small longevity lock inside.

This should be for Zhou Songmei's child.

Qiao Nansheng also noticed the longevity lock: "Tell me, what's the story with that child? Could it really be your father and that woman's child?"

"Whether it is or not, we'll find out by checking."

Song Lingge spoke calmly.

Anyway, it's summer vacation, so she has plenty of time.

"Investigate? How do you investigate?"

Since Zhou Songmei was a female student sponsored by Song Jianping, we should be able to find some clues by going to the school she used to attend and the place she lived.

Song Lingge glanced at Qiao Nansheng, who was driving. She realized she needed to hurry up with her writing plans; it would be more convenient to buy her own car in the future.

Although Qiao Nansheng did not show the slightest reluctance, she could not accept all his kindness with a clear conscience.

"I've thought about it, I'll go to Zhou Songmei's hometown."

However, for now, we still need to trouble this car owner. He definitely won't agree to lend us his car.

But I believe he wouldn't refuse to lend it to someone.