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

The green train trailed a string of black smoke.

It rumbled across the North China Plain, heading westward.

Inside the sleeper car, Su Xingmian's gaze swept across the rapidly receding scenery outside the window.

"Second sister-in-law, have some water."

Zhou Bingwen brought over the enamel mug.

It's filled with goji berry and red date tea that I brought from home.

Su Xingmian obediently took it and sipped it.

"Second sister-in-law, are you hungry?"

"You only ate two bites of steamed bun at lunch. Try the braised beef that Mom brought. I'll cut it for you."

I'm not hungry.

"And what about this can of fruit? I've opened it, have a couple of bites."

"Um."

Zhou Bingwen deftly unscrewed the can and handed over a spoon.

Only then did he lie back down in his sleeper berth, completely satisfied.

"Second sister-in-law, I have something to tell you."

"When you get there, don't be fooled by my second brother's refined appearance."

Su Xingmian's hands didn't stop scooping the canned food, but her ears were perked up.

"He always smiles at everyone, speaks slowly and deliberately, and never swears."

"Everyone in the division thinks that Political Commissar Zhou is a very good-natured and kind person."

Zhou Bingwen adopted a pained expression, as if he had been through it all.

"fart."

"He's just too lazy to yell."

"If he really wanted to deal with someone, he wouldn't even need a knife; he could make someone slap themselves in the face with just his words."

"Tell me the truth."

"Back then, there was a bully in the compound who stole my things. I went home and complained, and my eldest brother said he would beat him up, but my second brother stopped him."

Su Xingmian bit her spoon without making a sound.

He smiled and invited the boy into his home for a cup of sugar water.

"I talked to someone about logic for two whole hours."

He paused, then held up two fingers to show his fingers.

The next day, the kid walked up to me and bowed to me three times while crying.

They even gave me two extra pieces of fruit candy as compensation.

"I still don't understand what he said to them during those two hours."

"That kid would avoid him whenever he saw him after that, and he did that for six whole years."

Zhou Bingwen shivered.

"Second sister-in-law, don't you think this kind of person is even scarier than someone who just beats you up?"

Su Xingmian pursed her lips, a smile spreading across her eyes.

Grandma once said that the most powerful skill in the world is not fists, but brains.

A fist can only instill fear temporarily, but intelligence can earn respect for a lifetime.

She silently raised the old fox's rating by one level in her mind.

Zhou Bingwen was still rambling on.

"So when you get there, whatever you do, don't mess with him."

"If he tries to reason with you while smiling, you should quickly back down."

"The more he laughs, the more dangerous it is."

"But Bingwen, didn't you say he was the most protective of his own?"

Zhou Bingwen opened his mouth, only to find himself caught up in the trap again.

After scolding him for a long time, he ended up praising his second brother to the skies.

He slapped his thigh in frustration, snatched the enamel mug from Su Xingmian's hand, got up to fetch water, and his ears turned bright red.

Su Xingmian lowered her eyelashes and curled the corners of her mouth slightly.

My brother-in-law is really useful.

……

During a brief stop at a small station for water replenishment, a few more people appeared in the aisle of the sleeper car.

There were migrant workers carrying snakeskin bags, women holding children, and three middle-aged men wearing hats and with their heads down.

With her keen senses, Su Xingmian noticed that two tall men were trailing behind the three people.

She glanced at it for only half a second before looking away.

There's too much murky energy in the human world; unless it endangers her, she has no interest in exploring it.

The younger man, whose skin was a bit darker, leaned close to his companion and whispered, "Political Commissar, what are you looking at? We're going to lose them."

The man referred to as the political commissar withdrew his gaze, his voice steady: "It's nothing, let's go."

A very restrained gaze swept over her from the crowd and then quickly looked away.

Su Xingmian tilted her head, trying to find the source of that gaze, but she couldn't see anything in the vast sea of ​​people.

strangeness.

"Bingwen."

A clear female voice came from the connecting area between the carriages, interrupting her thoughts.

A young woman dressed in a Lenin suit, carrying an enamel mug, walked over with a smile.

She had almond-shaped eyes and peach-blossom cheeks, a bright and beautiful face, and a small red badge pinned to her chest.

Zhou Bingwen poked his head out and paused for a moment.

"Song Qingqing? What are you doing on this train?"

He's been disliking the Song family lately.

"I went back to my aunt's place. I wasn't feeling well last month, so I stayed in Beijing for a while to recuperate."

Song Qingqing smiled. "But what about you? Why are you also heading to the Northwest?"

"Send my second sister-in-law to join the army."

Zhou Bingwen tilted his chin slightly towards Su Xingmian.

Song Qingqing's gaze fell over.

Su Xingmian was also looking at her.

A familiar mechanical voice echoed in her mind.

[Warning! SSS-level beauty fluctuation detected! Host's appearance score has been forcibly crushed!]

[Please suppress it as soon as possible and make it back down!]

Su Xingmian's fingers tightened slightly as she gripped the enamel mug.

The first time on the streets of Beijing.

The second time was near the entrance of the alley.

The third time was right in front of her.

It's this woman.

Su Xingmian lowered her eyelashes, suppressing the surging dark green light deep within her pupils.

She's not a monster, nor a chivalrous hero, just a human woman with an iron box inside her head.

She silently reread the word "strategy guide".

This woman wants to steal her old fox.

Song Qingqing's gaze lingered on Su Xingmian's face for several seconds.

Song Ningning said she was ten times prettier than you, and she scoffed at the time.

Now I'm seeing it with my own eyes...

This face is unnaturally pale and unrealistically delicate.

Her facial features were flawless, even the curve of her eyelashes was impeccable.

Even dressed in a simple blue cloth jacket, she couldn't hide the spirituality that emanated from her very being.

Song Qingqing dug her nails even deeper into her palm.

"You must be Mianmian?"

She released her hand, smiled, and took Su Xingmian's wrist, her tone very warm.

"I heard about it while I was in the compound. The Zhou family found Bingheng a fiancée."

"I finally met her in person today, and she is indeed very beautiful."

Su Xingmian smiled as she held her hand, appearing very obedient.

"Does my sister know my second brother?"

"Of course I know them, we're from the same compound."

Song Qingqing sat down next to Su Xingmian.

"My uncle was a division commander in the Helan Mountains. I lived there for several months."

Her smile now carried a layer of composure born of experience.

"Bingheng and I have known each other for a long time."

Su Xingmian blinked and nodded with a blank expression.

Seeing that she seemed completely clueless, Song Qingqing regained some confidence and spoke more freely.

"But Mianmian, I have to give you a heads-up."

"The Northwest is completely different from the capital."

She counted on her fingers.

"Not to mention the sandstorms, water is precious too; we have to use it sparingly even when washing our hair."

"It's so cold in winter that your ears can crack from the cold, and so hot in summer that your skin can peel off three layers."

"The women in the family compound all had cracked hands and chapped faces."

She glanced at Su Xingmian's fair and delicate hands.

"Your skin is so delicate, you'll probably suffer a lot over there."

"Don't start crying and clamoring to go back to the capital in just a couple of days, or you'll make a fool of yourself."

She patted Su Xingmian's hand.

"Of course, if you really cry, you can come to your older sister."

"I know a lot of people over there, so I can at least look after you a little."

Every word sounded like it was for her benefit.

Zhou Bingwen frowned. The Northwest was indeed harsh, and he himself was afraid that his second sister-in-law would not be able to endure it.

Su Xingmian didn't need to listen to what this woman was saying.

The iron box said: Suppress. Know the difficulty and retreat.

Translated into the language of plants: An invasive species is trying to drive out this tyrannical flower.

She raised her head and gave Zhou Bingwen a delicate and innocent look.

"Bingwen."

"Um?"

"Does this lady... not like me very much?"

Zhou Bingwen was drinking water when he heard this and smacked his lips twice, not quite understanding what was happening.

"Will my second brother abandon me because I can't stand the taste of sand?"

Zhou Bingwen slammed the teacup on the table.

He went over what Song Qingqing had just said in his mind.

His words, though seemingly concerned, implied that his second sister-in-law was a delicate person who couldn't endure the hardships of life in the Northwest.

Then I thought of the rumors circulating in the compound.

"Song Qingqing!"

Zhou Bingwen stood up abruptly, nearly hitting his head on the metal frame of the upper bunk.

"What do you mean?!"

Song Qingqing's smile cracked slightly.

"Bingwen, why are you taking it out on me? I was just trying to give you a friendly reminder..."

"remind?"

Zhou Bingwen let out a cold laugh.

"You've been circling around my second brother in the Northwest for three months, and the whole compound is buzzing about it."

"Now that my second brother has a fiancée, you go and make sarcastic remarks to my sister-in-law. Who are you trying to remind yourself of?"

"What did you say? I just..."

"What's wrong with my second sister-in-law? In what way is she not better than you? Stop being sarcastic."

Zhou Bingwen took a step forward, his tall figure completely blocking Su Xingmian's view.

"Even if my second sister-in-law can't stand sand, my second brother will take care of her."

"It's none of our business to interfere."

The woman in the opposite stall who was sewing shoe soles looked up, glanced at Zhou Bingwen, then at Song Qingqing, and nodded silently.

The uncle in the next bunk, who was flipping through a newspaper, also put down his newspaper and glanced over from above his glasses.

Song Qingqing's face turned pale and then flushed, and she stood in the aisle, unsure whether to go forward or backward.

Su Xingmian quietly huddled behind Zhou Bingwen.

She lowered her head, her fingers fiddling with the seal of the needle pouch.

Invasive species deserve this fate.