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

Song Qingqing's head was pressed into the sofa cushion.

Jiang Shuo's hand was on the side of her neck, his thumb pressed on her trachea, and his five fingers slowly closed together.

A cracking, gurgling sound came from Song Qingqing's throat; it was the sound of oxygen being forced out of her lungs.

She grabbed Jiang Shuo's wrist haphazardly, trying to pry open the iron clamp, but it wouldn't budge.

The year my ex-wife cheated on me.

Jiang Shuo's voice fell into her ear, like a devil's whisper.

"That man's bones were dissected and put back together, and this was repeated three times."

He seemed to be smiling, the vibrations in his chest transmitted through his arms.

"On the third time, the man went crazy, and my ex-wife, who was watching nearby, went crazy too."

The pressure on his hand loosened for a moment, giving Song Qingqing a brief respite before he tightened his grip again.

"After she went crazy, she stabbed me with scissors."

He patted the left side of his lower abdomen with his free hand.

"It's stuck here. The vas deferens has been punctured. The doctor said that having children in the future... is basically hopeless."

Song Qingqing's vision went black, and her ears were ringing.

The stinging sensation of brain hypoxia swept through my entire body.

[Ding! Host blood oxygen saturation detected as dropping to 71%.]

[Initiating in-depth information scanning using the target's unusual emotional fluctuations...]

[Scan complete.]

[Target: Jiang Shuo.]

[Source of reproductive system injury: Trauma in 1967, a sharp object injured the lower abdomen, resulting in partial obstruction of the left vas deferens. Sperm motility was 14.7% of the normal value.]

[Diagnosis: Incomplete infertility. There is an extremely low probability of conceiving naturally.]

[Genetic optimization matching: This pregnancy is a reasonable result achieved with the assistance of a systematic approach. The fetus has been confirmed as a descendant of Jiangshuo Biological.]

Fourteen point seven percent.

As long as it's not zero, there's a chance.

On the verge of suffocation, Song Qingqing desperately squeezed out a hoarse cry for survival from deep in her throat.

She couldn't speak, nor could she beg for mercy.

She is going to die.

She's going to die in five seconds.

The instinct for survival brought a thought to the surface from the deepest recesses of his mind.

Side effects transfer.

The permission that comes with the childbirth system.

The host transfers all the physiological reactions experienced during pregnancy, including morning sickness, dizziness, hormonal imbalances, and decreased physical strength, completely and thoroughly to the spouse.

Song Qingqing stared intently at Jiang Shuo's cold face, and in the last second before her consciousness faded, she frantically issued commands to the system:

Move! Move me right now!

[Ding—The agreement is activated.]

[Relocation target: Jiangshuo.]

[In progress...]

[Execution complete.]

Jiang Shuo, who was putting in extra effort, felt his Adam's apple bob.

Then it moved again.

That nauseating, sour smell shot up from the bottom of my stomach all the way up my esophagus and right up to my throat.

The hand gripping Song Qingqing's neck suddenly loosened.

Jiang Shuo leaned forward and bumped into the coffee table.

He braced himself on the table with both hands, his shoulders shaking violently.

vomit!

Acid water sprayed out.

The first wave was suppressed, but the second wave followed closely behind.

Jiang Shuo squatted on the ground, his head against the edge of the coffee table, and violently dry heaved over the ashtray.

Cold sweat streamed down his forehead, soaking the collar of his sweater.

Thirty-five years, from the smoke of battle to the bloody intrigues of officialdom.

This mad dog, whom everyone in the capital avoids like the plague, is now being pinned to the ground by the commotion in his stomach.

Song Qingqing collapsed onto the sofa, swallowing large gulps of air.

The five finger marks on my neck are burning painful, and my throat twitches every time I swallow.

But she didn't dare to waste a single second.

"Jiangshuo".

His voice was so hoarse it was unrecognizable.

"Your reaction... is medically termed a pregnancy-like reaction..."

Jiang Shuo ignored her. His hands were shaking from vomiting.

She stared at Jiang Shuo's trembling back, her tone revealing a fierce edge.

"Some men experience the exact same symptoms as pregnant women in the early stages of their wives' pregnancy. Vomiting, dizziness, and loss of appetite are instinctive bodily responses."

"Any obstetrician or gynecologist can explain this phenomenon to you."

"If you don't believe me, go to the hospital for a checkup right now!"

She took a breath and steadied her voice.

"As for your claim that you can't have children, go check the original text of that doctor's diagnosis. The diagnosis states that the probability is extremely low, not that it's impossible."

"I worked in the obstetrics and gynecology department of the military region's medical team. I had a comprehensive physical examination, and my fertility indicators were three times that of a normal woman."

"A once-in-a-century fertility constitution."

"Even if you only have a one percent chance of running into me, that's enough."

"This child is yours."

Jiang Shuo, leaning on the coffee table, shakily propped himself up.

His ashen face was covered with lingering acidic liquid.

He looked at Song Qingqing, the murderous intent in his eyes still lingering, but now he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand.

"Lock her up."

He didn't even dare to speak much; every word he uttered made his stomach churn.

"Go check, and send me to 301 Hospital."

The footsteps faded into the distance.

The bedroom door was locked from the outside, and the key was turned twice.

Song Qingqing curled up in the corner of the sofa, her hands covering her neck, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.

Tears streamed down her face.

"abnormal……"

Her voice shattered into pieces.

"madman……"

Just a few minutes ago, I thought I had the chips in my hand and victory was assured.

He nearly died on that sofa a few minutes later.

[Based on the current situation assessment:]

[If the Jiang family officially acknowledges the fetus as being of Jiang Shuo's bloodline, the system will continuously draw upon the target's vital energy as replenishment. The system's energy is expected to recover to 80%.]

[After the baby is born, the system energy will be restored to 100%. At that time, all advanced items will be unlocked, including high-level items for detecting abnormal targets.]

[Side effects: Jiang Shuo's luck is expected to drop by over 50%. His originally anticipated downfall after the movement will be significantly brought forward, and he may completely collapse during the movement due to a single misjudgment.]

[Host's advice: Do everything in your power to protect the fetus. Remain patient and do nothing. Avoid any direct confrontation with the protagonist's side until the system's energy is restored.]

Song Qingqing slowly wiped away her tears.

She lowered her head and placed her hand on her lower abdomen.

To endure.

She knew this word very well.

From the day she was abandoned by the Song family, from the day she was driven to a dead end by Zhou Bingheng and Su Xingmian, she has been enduring.

As long as we can get through this.

As long as the Jiang family acknowledges this child.

The sound of a car door opening came from downstairs.

Someone has gone upstairs.

The leather-soled heels tapped against the paving stones, and the steps were steady.

Not Jiang Shuo.

The bedroom lock was opened from the outside.

A woman in her fifties walked in through the door.

Her short, ear-length hair was neatly combed, and she wore a dark gray wool coat with a red badge pinned to her chest.

As the aura of the entire body pressed down, Song Qingqing's back instinctively tensed.

Jiang Hong.

Jiang Shuo's biological mother.

The person who truly makes the final decision in the Jiang family.