The Overlord Flower's Guide to Intercepting a Woman's Wife's Death and the Male Lead&

Beijing compound, 1970.

"Those bastards, in order to force you to submit, they actually dared to label you a spy from the other side?"

Zhou Zhenguo, the former leader of the Zhou family, slammed his hand on the table.

His eyes were red-rimmed.

"This is absolutely outrageous!"

Su Xingmian sat upright on the sofa, her eyelashes lowered and her hands folded, looking very well-behaved.

The guard, Xiao Zhang, stood ramrod straight beside him.

The image of arriving at the scene still lingered in his mind.

The bully was grabbing the girl's hair with one hand and tearing at her collar with the other.

He dared not imagine the consequences if he had been any later.

Xiao Zhang glanced at her furtively.

This girl's skin is so white it practically glows.

He had never seen such a beautiful girl before.

Alas, such stunning beauty is a terrible curse in a remote rural area.

No one noticed that Su Xingmian's fingers, which were folded on her knees, subtly twitched.

Beside the coffee table.

The clivia plant that was growing well suddenly started to wilt a bit.

A wisp of life from the plants, invisible to ordinary people, entered her palm.

Comfortable.

She had only recently taken human form and her demonic power was weak; she desperately needed the vitality of precious flowers and trees to replenish her nutrients.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, beings were not allowed to become spirits.

But she was a domino flower that her grandmother had conjured up by chance.

She is the only spirit in the world.

The Queen of Flowers is vengeful.

If it weren't for Grandma's repeated admonitions before she died to do good deeds and accumulate virtue, that country bully would have been fertilizer long ago.

However, before leaving, she had already driven one of her own sharp spikes into the bully's body.

It seems that in a few more days, that ugly man will be paralyzed from the waist down and will spend the rest of his life groaning in bed.

"My dear child...you've suffered so much."

Zhou Zhenguo clutched the suicide note and the jade pendant that had been a token of their love, forcing back his tears.

"From now on, the Zhou family will be your support; no one will dare to bully you!"

"Mianmian, don't be afraid, we're home."

Grandma Zhou moved closer to Su Xingmian and took her hand.

That hand was cold, as if it had no fire.

Grandma Zhou felt even more heartbroken when she thought about what the child had gone through in the countryside.

"In this grand compound in Beijing, as long as we two old folks are still alive, no one can lay a finger on you."

"But we need to look at the bigger picture; having a formal status would be the most appropriate thing to do."

"I was thinking of taking you in as my goddaughter and finding you a good husband to marry, but I feel it's not safe for you to leave the Zhou family."

"It just so happens that the Zhou family has three grandsons in this generation, none of whom are married yet."

"Instead of doing that, it's better to let you marry into the family. That way, I can protect you fiercely."

"Now that I'm the Zhou family's granddaughter-in-law, let's see who dares to have any ulterior motives!"

Su Xingmian looked up.

Those pupils appeared black at first glance.

But when the light passes through, a dark green, almost black, surges up from the depths, like a reflection of the entire primeval forest.

She appeared obedient, but her mind was racing with calculations.

Grandma used to say that in the human world, people value starting a family and building a career.

Only by finding a powerful backer can this domineering woman live a peaceful and comfortable life.

Marriage is fine, but you must choose a smart man who won't hinder her from accumulating merit.

Seeing that she didn't object, Grandma Zhou immediately turned and called to Xiao Zhang.

"Go and bring me photos of your three boys!"

Three black and white photographs were lined up on the coffee table.

Grandma Zhou pointed to the first one.

"This is our leader, Zhou Bingyuan. He's thirty years old and the head of the regiment on the island."

"This child is as hard and cold as a rock, and he might not come back even once a year."

Su Xingmian glanced at it and then ignored it.

The air is too harsh, and the island is damp and humid, which can easily cause root rot, so avoid it.

Grandma Zhou then pointed to the one in the middle.

"The second son, Zhou Bingheng, is twenty-eight years old and serves as the political commissar of a regiment in Northwest China."

"He has been stationed at the foot of Helan Mountain for many years. He is calm and steady, but this kid is too cunning and hard to figure out."

Su Xingmian's eyes lit up.

The Great Northwest?

What is bitter cold for others is an ideal environment for her to grow wildly, like a domineering flower.

She carefully examined the man in the photo.

His eyes and brows were gentle, even carrying a touch of refined elegance.

His appearance also suited her taste.

Grandma Zhou pointed to the third picture, her tone noticeably warmer.

"The third son, Zhou Bingwen, is twenty-three years old and works as an orthopedic surgeon at this Beijing Municipal Hospital."

"He's the perfect age for you, lively, and quick-witted. Most importantly, he can stay by your side every day, so we feel at ease."

Grandma Zhou secretly favored the third son and was about to say a few more words of persuasion when the door was pushed open.

Zhou Bingwen didn't even have time to take off his white coat.

"Grandma, you're setting me up with random couples behind my back again..."

The last syllable of protest caught in his throat the moment he looked up and met Su Xingmian's gaze.

The girl looked up at her.

With slightly upturned eyes and a moist gaze, she appeared innocent and naive, yet possessed an alluring and bewitching charm.

Zhou Bingwen's breath hitched.

He had seen many beautiful girls, but none of them could compare to the one in front of him.

"grandmother!"

Zhou Bingwen rushed over in three steps, his previous resistance completely gone.

"I think the organizational arrangements are very reasonable."

"It's only right that elders should make the decisions regarding marriage."

Su Xingmian didn't look at him anymore, but instead poked her fingertip at the photo in the middle.

I want him.

Her voice is sweet and soft, and her pronunciation is clear.

Grandma Zhou gasped, and even Grandpa Zhou was stunned.

Zhou Bingwen immediately became anxious.

"Choose him? You choose the second brother?"

"Don't be fooled by his face!"

"He's the most cunning person in our family. I've been sold out by him since I was little, and I'm still counting the money for him!"

"He's a cunning old fox; if you follow him, you'll be devoured, leaving not even bones!"

He wished he could expose all of his second brother's dark history.

"You bastard! What nonsense are you spouting!"

Grandma Zhou raised her hand and slapped him on the back of the head, scolding her grandson while secretly grumbling to herself.

The second son's mind is such that he might bully his sweet little girl.

Su Xingmian tilted her head slightly.

Being eaten? It's not certain who will eat whom.

She's a wicked flower spirit, full of secrets. Finding a naive, clueless young man would only lead to trouble.

The old fox, just right.

He's a smart person who can handle all her troubles.

"Grandpa, I want him. I want to go to the Northwest."

Su Xingmian repeated it again, very firmly.

Upon seeing this, Grandpa Zhou burst into laughter.

"Good, you have a good eye. Although the second son is a deep thinker, he is very protective of his own."

"If he agrees, he will protect you for the rest of his life."

The old man was decisive and efficient. He turned around, went to his study, and dialed the long-distance hotline of the Northwest Military Region.

……

In the Great Northwest, at the foot of the Helan Mountains.

A strong wind whipped up yellow sand, which lashed against the windows of the barracks.

Zhou Bingheng sat at his desk, a pen between his slender fingers, with a half-read report in front of him.

The phone rang abruptly.

He put down his pen and answered the call.

The old man's strong voice came through the electricity.

"Bingheng, I've arranged a marriage for you. It's with your Grandma Su's granddaughter."

"I owe your grandmother Su a debt; she even saved your grandmother's life."

"Now that she's gone, that's all that's left of us. The Zhou family has to make sure she's taken good care of."

"The girl is already living in the compound. Pick a day and have her go to join the army."

The old man knew he couldn't beat around the bush with this grandson, so he went straight to the point.

Zhou Bingheng was the only grandchild who knew about the feud between the two families.

He visited Grandma Su, and what impressed him most was that the grandma had planted a patch of night-blooming cereus in her yard.

But he doesn't remember having a granddaughter.

The pen in his hand spun silently halfway around.

"Grandpa, I should take care of Grandma Su's granddaughter."

"But there are many ways to take care of someone, and it doesn't necessarily have to be through marriage."

"The northwest is all sand, and I can't bear to see that it's holding back the girl's time."

The old man retorted irritably.

"Do you think I wanted her to go to the Northwest with you and suffer? The Zhou family has three grandsons, and I let the girl choose, but she chose you. You got a great deal."

"Second Brother!"

Zhou Bingwen saw an opportunity, leaned close to the microphone, and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Just say you don't want to."

"Mianmian has just turned eighteen. You're a classic case of an old cow eating young grass. Don't waste her precious youth. Just leave her to me to take care of."

Zhou Bingheng paused in his pen-twirling motion.

When did his eccentric underling ever show such interest in women?

Just then, a voice could be faintly heard from the other end of the phone.

Soft and sticky, with a hint of grievance.

"Does he...hate me?"

The microphone buzzed, but those few words pierced through all the noise and landed clearly in my ears.

Zhou Bingheng stopped writing with his pen.