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301 Hospital, premium single room.

Jiang Shuo lay on the bed, an acupuncture needle in his left hand, having vomited for almost an hour.

I vomited all over the car on the way to the hospital from the western suburbs, and then vomited three more times after entering the emergency room. I had almost vomited up all the acid in my stomach.

The head of internal medicine on duty pushed up his glasses, his expression strange.

"Comrade Jiang, you are in good health."

"This symptom is medically known as pseudopregnancy syndrome. Although rare, it does occur. Simply put, if your partner is pregnant, your body is reacting accordingly."

The director concluded with a sincere tone.

Congratulations.

Jiang Shuo didn't speak, staring at the stark white ceiling.

His stomach churned again, and the nausea was completely beyond his control.

He'd never even blinked when a gun was pointed at his head in his entire life, but today this morning sickness had him sweating profusely.

"Give me another injection to stop the nausea."

He squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth.

The ward door was pushed open with a thud, and Jiang Hong stood by the bed, radiating a chill.

"I just came from your house."

She pulled up a chair and sat down.

"You locked a woman carrying your child in the bedroom, with five finger marks on her neck. You've really made something of yourself."

Jiang Shuo opened his eyes.

"The child's condition hasn't been properly investigated yet..."

"It's been investigated."

Jiang Hong interrupted him directly, throwing a piece of paper from her bag, which hit him squarely in the chest.

That was Song Qingqing's comprehensive physical examination report from the military hospital last month. In the section on fertility indicators, every single data point was alarmingly high.

"I've read the report, and the doctor has confirmed it; your reaction is a bloodline connection."

Jiang Hong stared at her son.

"You know your own physical condition. Now that God has sent you a fertile woman, are you tired of living?"

Jiang Shuo remained silent, then turned his head and gagged violently again.

"I'm taking Song Qingqing with me."

Jiang Hong stood up and picked up her handbag.

"Starting today, move to my place in the compound. I'll personally oversee things."

"Just focus on getting rid of your vomit and don't worry about anything else."

After Jiang Hong left, Jiang Shuo lay on the bed, clutching his stomach with one hand and holding the medical report in the other.

He didn't tear the paper.

For now... let's leave it for now.

……

The Jiang family's government compound.

When Song Qingqing was picked up by Jiang Hong's car, the south-facing guest room on the second floor had already been prepared.

Brand new bedding, a thermos, and a bag of red dates and a can of malted milk powder on the bedside table.

Jiang Hong personally led her into the house and poured her a glass of warm water.

"You'll stay here from now on. Let me know if you need anything, whether it's food or other necessities. The first three months are the most crucial. Don't go anywhere else and just rest and recover."

Song Qingqing accepted the water glass with both hands, her head bowed and eyes downcast.

"Mom, thank you."

The word "Mom" was uttered softly and gently, carrying just the right amount of timidity.

Jiang Hong's gaze lingered on the finger marks on her neck for a moment. Without asking any further questions, she simply told her to "get some rest" before closing the door and leaving.

The moment the door closed, Song Qingqing's tense back finally relaxed.

She survived.

With Jiang Hong involved, Jiang Shuo will not touch her again, at least until the child is born.

Song Qingqing put down her water glass, placed her hand on her lower abdomen, and curled up her lips.

The matter in Pingxi Village... should be resolved by now.

Before coming to the capital, she used her last points to exchange for a bottle of industrial-grade herbicide.

He sent a message through someone, instructing them to uproot all the 'Empress Dowager' flowers in Su Xingmian's yard and then burn them to the ground.

Su Xingmian, this variable, must care a lot about her grandmother.

She must be very sad to have destroyed them.

……

"Waaah—"

With a long whistle, the train slowly pulled into Beijing Station.

As the train car vibrated and rubbed against the rails one last time, Su Xingmian gripped the window frame handrail tightly with her right hand.

A sharp, stabbing pain came from deep within the meridians of my arm.

Thousands of miles away, in the courtyard of Pingxi Village, someone disturbed her roots.

This is different from the last time Song Qingqing climbed over the wall into the courtyard.

This time the sensation was more violent and destructive; someone was damaging her mother plant.

But almost simultaneously, another force emerged.

A gentle force enveloped them, blocking the destroyer.

One force is destroying, while the other is protecting.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Bingheng, carrying her luggage, noticed her stiffness and immediately stepped aside to block the flow of people behind her, asking in a low voice.

"What's wrong?"

Su Xingmian raised her head, her face pale.

"Someone entered the courtyard in Pingxi Village and is touching my flowers."

She paused.

"But there's another group protecting them."

Zhou Bingheng switched the luggage to his other hand and placed his free hand over the back of her hand.

"fine."

His tone was flat.

"Xiao Zhao arrived three days ago with two soldiers. The old house has been repaired, and the flowers are all in good condition."

Su Xingmian was stunned for a moment.

When did you make these arrangements?

"Before setting off from the Great Northwest."

Zhou Bingheng led her toward the exit, talking as they walked.

"I submitted the approval materials for the 'Specimens of Specially Protected Plants for Agricultural Experiments' before I left. The division headquarters helped to affix their seal, and the approval document should be issued in the next couple of days."

He tightened his grip on her hand.

"Stay in Beijing for two days. Once the approval arrives, we'll go directly to Pingxi Village and arrange for a regular military train to escort the flowers back to Helan Mountain."

Su Xingmian felt a surge of warmth in her heart.

This man always did things before she worried.

The cold December wind blew in from the exit of the station.

The moment she stepped onto the concrete ground outside the station.

A mechanical voice suddenly rang in my mind.

[...The operation to clear the target vegetation using herbicides has been disrupted. Armed personnel are present at the target location, and the plan has failed.]

[It is recommended that the host abandon the current plan to avoid exposure.]

Song Qingqing's system.

Su Xingmian stopped in her tracks.

She can hear now.

She could only hear the system's thoughts when she was about 500 meters away from Song Qingqing.

Beyond that distance, she has to concentrate and peer out a great distance to occasionally catch a few words from the system.

But now, it's like a radio tuned to the right channel; all the static has disappeared.

After the seven petals unfolded, her perception range and eavesdropping ability were upgraded.

The mechanical noise continued.

[The path deviation has exceeded the red line. Backlash is escalating.]

[Current host function is damaged by 4%, with cumulative damage reaching 41%.]

[The digestive system is experiencing an acute stress response.]

[Warning: Do not engage in any further confrontation with the main characters until the fetus is born and the system energy is restored to 100%!]

Su Xingmian slowly blinked.

Song Qingqing suffered a backlash again.

The kind that causes vomiting and diarrhea.

Deserve it.

"What are you listening to?"

Zhou Bingheng noticed that she had stopped and turned his head.

Su Xingmian tugged at his sleeve and leaned closer to whisper.

Song Qingqing's system. She sent people to Pingxi Village to use herbicides, but they were stopped by Xiao Zhao and his group. The plan failed, and she suffered a backlash.

Zhou Bingheng's steps slowed down by half a beat.

"You can hear this from here?"

"Um."

Su Xingmian nodded.

"After the seven-layered flower, as long as I'm in the same city, it's like someone is speaking in my ear."

Zhou Bingheng was silent for a few seconds, then gently adjusted her scarf, which had been blown open by the wind.

"Anything else?"

"The system said... once the baby in her belly is born, her energy will be restored to 100%, and she will unlock advanced items."

Her voice lowered.

"...There are detection-related ones."

Both of them understood the weight of those words.

Once the system is fully restored, her inhuman identity will no longer be able to hide.

Outside the station exit, two jeeps were waiting by the roadside; they were sent by Zhou Bangcheng to pick them up.

Zhou Bingwen called out to the two people who were behind him.

Zhou Bingheng opened the car door and helped her into another car.

Su Xingmian leaned on his shoulder and closed her eyes.

Eight to nine months.

The system is fully charged the moment the child is born.

She opened her eyes and looked at Zhou Bingheng.

"Brother, I need to hurry. Once spring arrives, I'll plant the lettuce, accumulate enough merit to unlock the eighth level, and then I need to see Grandma in my dreams."

Su Xingmian gripped his fingers tightly.

"I need to ask her how to... completely destroy that system."