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Having settled his elder brother's matter, Zhou Bingheng also delivered the proposal on material exchange to Political Commissar Xu.

At this moment, Zhou Bingyuan was also sitting on the hospital bed changing his dressing.

Political Commissar Xu took the few pages of paper, and his eyes lit up as he looked at them.

Upon reaching the end, I excitedly slammed my hand on the table three times, making the lid of the teacup on the table rattle loudly.

"Great stuff! This is a lifesaver in a pinch!"

Political Commissar Xu stood up.

The island is humid year-round, making the chances of eating dehydrated vegetables from the mainland extremely slim.

Soldiers suffered from oral ulcers and declining physical function due to long-term vitamin deficiency while on missions at sea, a major concern for the entire garrison area.

This agreement effectively opens up a supply route between the Northwest inland region and the South China Sea.

Zhou Bingyuan, who was standing nearby, also recognized the strategic value of this proposal.

He immediately instructed his communications officer to contact the military region's logistics department, preparing to make it a key pilot project for the island's independent regiment this winter.

"Political Commissar Zhou, what's wrong with your brain?"

Political Commissar Xu looked at the document with admiration.

"This idea, which neither violates the policy of unified purchase and sales nor fails to revitalize the resources of both regions, is brilliant."

Zhou Bingheng picked up the glass of water on the table, took a sip, and spoke calmly and naturally.

"Commissar Xu flatters me. This idea wasn't mine. My wife went to the market to buy seafood and, feeling sorry for our soldiers who didn't have enough vegetables to eat in winter, she came up with this idea."

Political Commissar Xu was stunned for a moment, then burst into hearty laughter.

"You really married a gem of a woman, a gift from God. She's the one protecting the deep-sea data box, and in the future, she'll even be in charge of our grocery shopping."

That afternoon, the logistics department of the island's base made a long-distance phone call with the base in Helan Mountain, 3,000 kilometers away.

When Commander Wu from the Northwest heard the entire communication agreement over the phone, he was so excited that he swore twice and immediately approved it.

Iodine is scarce in Northwest China, and vegetables are scarce on the islands. This document for mutual exchange and coordination is a perfect, compliant facade.

As for whether the tribute vegetables can be grown, Zhou Bingheng is a cunning fox.

He doesn't bother with things that can't be done.

Since he made this happen, it shows he has confidence in his wife.

He just needs to give him the green light all the way.

Political Commissar Xu also filed a report with the Navy Headquarters.

Without any obstacles, the agreement was finalized in just two days.

The moment the official red seal of the island military region was firmly affixed.

Su Xingmian, who was in the guesthouse and cooking seafood porridge with a soup spoon, suddenly shuddered.

An incredibly powerful torrent of merit surged into her meridians from all directions.

This force is too immense.

The benefits far exceed those from rescuing the South China Sea naval data box.

This agreement means that for decades to come, tens of thousands of soldiers stationed on the border will be spared from malnutrition and physical ailments because of her single thought.

This is a great act of merit that benefits millions of people.

"Clang!"

The soup ladle in her hand fell into the pot.

Su Xingmian's body temperature instantly exceeded the critical point.

An intensely rich and overpowering floral fragrance wafted uncontrollably from every inch of her skin, filling the entire room.

Zhou Bingheng just happened to push the door open and come in.

As soon as he pushed the door open a crack, he smelled that familiar, captivating floral fragrance.

His expression changed instantly, and with astonishing speed, he slammed the door shut and locked it.

He took two steps to the stove and pulled the still dazed Su Xingmian into his arms.

"Does he have a fever? Is he about to lose control?"

Zhou Bingheng lowered his head and pressed his forehead against hers to test the temperature.

Su Xingmian leaned against his strong chest, the torrent of merit surging through her meridians, almost bursting her apart.

"elder brother."

She tilted her head back, a faint green glint in her pupils, her voice brimming with barely suppressed excitement.

"I feel like I'm about to open the eighth petal. But it still needs some time to settle, it'll be soon."

Once you unlock the eighth floor, you'll be able to see your grandmother in your dreams.

Zhou Bingheng breathed a sigh of relief and gently stroked her back with his large hand.

"No rush, take your time. The 300 mu of military reclamation land over Helan Mountain will be ready for planting next spring. You can personally lead them to plant lettuce then, and I'll cover the costs. You'll still have the good karma to repay."

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Zhou Bingyuan's physical indicators have stabilized, and he is even able to walk in circles in the yard.

As for his long road to winning back Shen Zhi's heart, the trick of sending her lunch boxes has started to work, but the rest he can only rely on himself to get through it.

The day we left the island, the sky was clear and blue.

Zhou Bingheng, Su Xingmian, Fang Lan, and Zhou Bingwen, carrying seafood, boarded a ferry to the mainland, then transferred to a train, officially beginning their journey back to Beijing to visit their grandparents.

Just as the train was rattling northward.

Western suburbs of Beijing.

The living room of a two-story house was well heated.

Song Qingqing sat on the sofa and pushed a lab report in front of Jiang Shuo.

In the lower right corner of the form, a red official seal clearly states: Early pregnancy, embryonic development is normal at three weeks.

[Warning! A violent energy fluctuation has been detected in the South China Sea, resonating with the core of this world's destiny. The protagonist, Su Xingmian, has been increased in threat level. It is recommended that the host immediately consolidate their current advantage!]

Song Qingqing ignored the system's warning; her pregnancy was her strongest bargaining chip.

It is an iron chain that can firmly bind the Jiang family, this powerful villain, to its own chariot.

She was determined to become the wife of the Jiang family and completely crush Su Xingmian under her feet.

Jiang Shuo sat in a spacious single seat, wearing a dark sweater, making him appear tall and aloof.

He held up two fingers and pinched the test report.

My gaze lingered on the words "normal development" for a long time.

Song Qingqing suppressed her racing heartbeat and deliberately softened her voice.

"Jiang Shuo, the doctor said I need to rest for the first three months. During this time..."

She hadn't finished speaking.

Jiang Shuo suddenly laughed.

The laughter erupted from his chest, devoid of any joy of becoming a father for the first time; instead, it was filled with a chilling, bone-deep violence.

The next second, he leaned forward, his large, well-defined hands gripping Song Qingqing's neck, and slammed her down against the back of the sofa.

Song Qingqing's smug expression froze completely, and a terrified gurgling sound came from her throat.

She instinctively tried to pry open that iron-like hand with both hands, but she couldn't budge it an inch.

"Got it?"

Jiang Shuo leaned closer to her, his eyes looking at her as if she were a rotting corpse.

His voice was very low and so gentle it was chilling.

"A year ago, a doctor at the Beijing Military Region General Hospital diagnosed me that I would have difficulty conceiving and that it would be almost impossible for me to have children."

Jiang Shuo tightened his grip little by little, watching Song Qingqing's face turn red from lack of oxygen.

"Song Qingqing, guess how my ex-wife died in the end?"