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

At 11 p.m., the sea breeze rattled the window frames.

A dim oil lamp was still lit in the room of the logistics sewing team.

Shen Zhi sat in front of the sewing machine, using the dim light to quickly finish this batch of repaired winter clothes.

Her scissors moved incredibly fast, and even in the dim light, the lines of the fabric falling were still perfectly neat.

The door was suddenly pushed open forcefully from the outside.

A cold wind carrying dampness rushed in, causing the oil lamp flame to flicker violently and almost go out.

Shen Zhi looked up in surprise, and the sewing needle in her hand pierced her fingertip, and blood immediately seeped out.

Zhou Bingyuan stood there, blocking the doorway.

His wounds hadn't fully healed, and the bandages from his broken ribs were still wrapped inside his military overcoat.

But he managed to sneak out of the hospital by climbing over the wall, relying on his fierce determination.

The tall man, standing at 1.85 meters, completely blocked the doorway. His body, covered in disinfectant and smelling damp, effectively dispelled the warmth inside the room.

Shen Zhi's breath caught in her throat.

In the past four years, she has traveled from Shanghai to this remote corner of the world and has met many military officers.

But Zhou Bingyuan was the first person who could make her feel a chill to the bone simply by standing there.

That sense of superiority stemming from power instilled in her an instinctive fear and aversion.

Zhou Bingyuan was a rough man. When he was struggling between life and death, the image that kept appearing in his mind was that of a cold woman with a mole under her right eye.

Having survived such a close call, he had only one thought in his mind: to marry her.

Little did he know that the excruciating pain from his wounds had contorted his features, and in Shen Zhi's eyes, he looked no different from a ferocious demon.

He strode forward, his voice hoarse as if he had swallowed charcoal.

"Shen Zhi, your family background is bad, and you're suffering all this alone."

He stared at her, his tone as harsh as if he were giving an order.

"As long as you agree to marry me, I'll immediately submit a report."

"I can ask someone to find out where your parents, who were sent to the farm, are. From now on, no one on this island will dare to bully you again."

To Zhou Bingyuan, these words were a promise made with the utmost masculinity.

I like you, I'll protect you, and I'll take care of your parents' affairs.

But to Shen Zhi, these words were like stabs into her festering old wounds.

Power, deals, and using the safety of one's family as bargaining chips.

How is this any different from her ex-fiancé who, for the sake of promotion, personally pushed her and her entire family into the abyss?

The fear in Shen Zhi's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by intense resentment at being humiliated to the extreme.

"Commander Zhou."

She stood up and slammed the scissors in her hand onto the wooden table with a snap.

"My class background is bad, not my character."

She stood up and walked towards the oppressive feeling.

"My parents' life and death are none of your business, an outsider. Stop with your condescending attitude."

Shen Zhi's bloodshot eyes burned with rage.

"go out."

Zhou Bingyuan was stunned by her words.

He couldn't understand how his sincere feelings had been considered a despicable act.

Before he could speak, Shen Zhi pushed him away, and the door slammed shut in front of his nose.

Zhou Bingyuan was shaken by the door panel, and his tall body slumped against the door frame.

The stitched wound on my chest was being pulled painfully, and cold sweat was streaming down my forehead.

……

It was under a coconut tree more than 100 meters away from the sewing group.

Su Xingmian heard every single word of this disastrous confession.

Since receiving her demonic power in the secondary forest, Zhou Bingheng's five senses have been strengthened.

He had clearly heard those absurd words about "forcibly abducting women" just now.

"Brother, eldest brother... how could he say such a thing? Isn't that forcing me into marriage?"

Su Xingmian tugged at Zhou Bingheng's sleeve; the flower fairy's mind could not comprehend such complex human emotions.

Zhou Bingheng rubbed his throbbing temples and uttered two words in a low voice.

"idiot."

He led Su Xingmian back to the guesthouse.

He knew his older brother's temper best; he was like a hard, straight rock, and after suffering such emotional trauma, he was afraid that any subsequent injuries would not heal properly.

More importantly, that condescending tone completely violated the Zhou family's tradition of respecting women, and she deserved to be scolded.

"I like this Sister Shen. She's unyielding and just my type."

Su Xingmian's eyes, on the other hand, were sparkling.

"Since Big Brother's poor communication skills have blocked our path, we need to find another way. We need to figure out why she hates being a soldier so much."

The next morning, Zhou Bingheng made a phone call to the Political Department.

In less than an hour, a detailed file about Shen Zhi, along with her humiliating experience of being reported and having her engagement broken off by her military officer fiancé in Shanghai, was laid out on the table.

After reading the case file, Zhou Bingheng tapped the pages with his finger.

"Brother, this isn't a confession, it's rubbing salt into her wounds. What she fears most in her life is military officers using their power for personal gain."

Su Xingmian had a plan in mind.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, she carried a piece of coarse blue cloth and pushed open the door of the logistics sewing group.

Inside the room, Shen Zhi was operating a sewing machine, the needle leaving dense holes in the fabric.

She didn't even raise her head; her straight spine screamed "keep away."

Su Xingmian didn't mention Zhou Bingyuan, nor did she mention that she was Commissar Zhou's lover.

She pulled over a small stool and sat down next to Shen Zhi.

"Master Shen, could you lend me a hand?"

"I want to polish this hard shell, wrap it in thick cloth, and make it into a protective gear for elderly people to use for acupressure."

"My grandmother used to work in a field hospital and taught me a special wiring method that can distribute the stress points."

"But my skills aren't good enough; the fabric I cut just doesn't fit properly."

Upon hearing that it was a technical issue, Shen Zhi's initial resistance lessened somewhat.

She turned her head, glanced at it once, and her gaze was immediately drawn to it.

As a descendant of a family of tailors in Shanghai, she could tell at a glance that this was a skill honed only in extreme environments.

"With your sewing method, how do you tuck the thread ends into the interlayer when you finish the stitch?"

Shen Zhi couldn't help but speak up, her professional instincts kicking in completely.

Seeing that the fish had taken the bait, Su Xingmian began to demonstrate how to stitch the fish.

Two girls, one aloof and the other pure, found a wonderful resonance in their exchange of crafts.

As she was leaving, a warmth finally appeared on Shen Zhi's icy face: "If you ever have any trouble with tailoring in the future, feel free to come to me anytime."

Su Xingmian made a good start, and Zhou Bingheng was not idle either.

On the beach, Commander Zhou was being scolded by his second younger brother like a greenhorn.

"Brother, if you really want to marry her, you should tone down your commander's airs."

Zhou Bingheng leaned against a coconut tree, speaking slowly and deliberately.

"What Shen Zhi fears most is the power to oppress people. If you dare to mention anything about helping her investigate her parents or protecting her, she will only think that you are no different from the bastard who harmed her back then."

Zhou Bingyuan, however, did not feel ashamed or annoyed at having his secret exposed.

He stubbornly insisted, "Then what am I supposed to do? I can't just stand there and not say a word when I see her, can I?"

"With that devilish face of yours, it's better for you to stay silent than to speak."

Zhou Bingheng glanced at him.

"Shut your mouth, work more, talk less. This is your only chance."

Su Xingmian thought the old fox made sense and nodded frantically.

After all, not everyone is as eloquent, gentle, and handsome as her old fox.

The eldest brother isn't good at talking and looks fierce, so he should talk less and do more.

Zhou Bingyuan was unconvinced and wanted to refute his words.

But what can you do when he's the only one of the three brothers with a wife, and his wife adores and idolizes him?

He was so scolded that he had no temper left and nodded repeatedly.

As a result, Commander Zhou, who was originally fierce and menacing, seems to have changed his nature in the past few days.

Shen Zhi often missed mealtimes in order to finish her work.

At eight o'clock in the evening, she rubbed her sore neck and pushed open the door. On the wooden steps next to the threshold, there was a military-style insulated lunch box lying silently.

She paused for a moment, then bent down to open it.

Inside was steaming hot fish soup and white rice, with a note underneath, the handwriting stiff and unnatural.

"If you have a sensitive stomach, remember to eat."

Shen Zhi held the note in her hand and looked up into the distance.

A tall, dark figure, realizing he had been exposed, immediately turned around and limped and ran wildly toward the hospital from the shadows of the coconut trees a hundred meters away.

That back view looked just like a naive young boy caught doing something wrong.

She watched the figure disappear, her tightly pursed lips slightly loosening, and finally, holding the lunchbox, she turned around and closed the door.