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

Beijing.

Mr. and Mrs. Zhou had just finished get off work and were walking home.

Zhou's mother, Fang Lan, was the deputy head of the cultural troupe, and she kept talking the whole way.

"Old Zhou, let me make this clear: if this girl is rude, vulgar, and unpresentable, I won't accept her as my daughter-in-law."

Zhou Bangcheng, Zhou's father, worked in a government agency and was a man of deep thought. He gently advised his daughter-in-law.

"When has the old man ever made a mistake? You should take a look at the person first."

Fang Lan snorted coldly and reluctantly pushed open the door.

He was still muttering to himself while changing his shoes.

"What kind of knowledge could a country girl have..."

The sound is stuck.

A girl was sitting quietly on the sofa.

Fang Lan's hand froze on the edge of the shoe cabinet, her mouth agape, the harsh words she had just spoken stuck in her throat, unable to utter a single one.

Fang Lan pushed her husband away, rushed over, and tightly grasped Su Xingmian's hand, showing her obvious affection for him.

"Is that Mianmian?"

"Whose fairy maiden has descended to earth? How can she be so beautiful and radiant!"

Fang Lan caught a glimpse of Zhou Bingwen carrying fruit out of the kitchen, and her expression immediately changed.

"None of you three brats give me any peace of mind."

"All of them combined are not as pleasing as a single strand of Mianmian's hair."

Zhou Bingwen rolled his eyes.

His mother thought he was going to be a girl when she was pregnant with him, but he turned out to be a boy.

He was often disliked by his mother because of his gender.

Now that she's met her dream girl, she's even more disgusted with her unlucky son.

However, he could understand, since even he himself was completely captivated by her today.

It should be said that there wasn't a single person in the entire Zhou family who disliked this girl.

"Good boy, here, this is a gift from your mother for changing your address to her son!"

Fang Lan pulled a thick red envelope from her pocket and eagerly stuffed it into Su Xingmian's hand.

"Quick, call out 'Dad' and 'Mom' so we can hear it!"

Su Xingmian seemed slightly taken aback by this sudden enthusiasm, and raised her watery eyes.

But deep down, she was overjoyed.

Grandma said that the most difficult relationship in the world is the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationship.

Su Xingmian looked at the red envelope in her hand.

That's it?

That's all there is to it!

As long as it releases a little bit of harmless herbal scent, humans can easily get close to it.

She smiled sweetly, her voice soft and sweet.

"dad."

"Mother."

Fang Lan mimicked Xi Shi cradling her heart, feeling as if her heart was melting.

"Oh, my good girl!"

Zhou Bangcheng, who was standing next to him, nodded in response and joked with a smile.

"Your mom has been waiting for her sweet little girl for half her life, and she's finally here."

Grandma Zhou came out of the kitchen and pulled the two lovey-dovey mother-in-law and daughter-in-law apart.

"Alright, alright, go wash your hands and let's eat."

He turned around and greeted Su Xingmian gently.

"Mianmian, sit next to Grandma."

Su Xingmian obediently took her seat.

She could sense the Zhou family's undisguised goodwill.

The family that Grandma chose had a very clean atmosphere, and she liked it very much.

She's now even more interested in that old fox two thousand kilometers away.

So what about marital relationships? Are they challenging?

……

After dinner, the atmosphere in the Zhou family's living room became even more harmonious.

Grandpa Zhou called Su Xingmian over, and Zhou Bangcheng took out a bankbook and placed it on the mahogany coffee table.

"Mianmian, this is the betrothal gift from the Zhou family to you."

Zhou Bangcheng's voice was steady and powerful.

"A total of five thousand yuan."

Fang Lan paused for a moment while holding the teacup, and looked up at the old man.

In an era when the average worker's monthly salary was only twenty or thirty yuan, this amount of money was nothing short of astronomical.

It was also all the old man's cash savings.

This is what he owes the Su family. If it weren't for the fact that gold and silver are so eye-catching these days, he would have gladly given this child all the treasures he had collected.

Grandma Zhou picked up the passbook and stuffed it into Su Xingmian's hand.

"Child, take this and keep it safe."

"This is the confidence the Zhou family gives you."

She squeezed Su Xingmian's cold fingers, her voice very soft and slow.

"No matter where you go in the future, you will never be a helpless orphan."

"You are the second granddaughter-in-law of our Zhou family, whom we married through proper channels."

Fang Lan was somewhat shocked by the old man's generosity, but she didn't mind giving it to her second son's wife.

She patted Su Xingmian's head with a hint of affection.

"Yes, from now on, if anyone dares to bully you, Mom will be the first to object."

Su Xingmian held the savings book in her hand.

She lowered her eyes and responded softly.

well.

This backer is quite generous.

She has taken root in this area.

However, soil alone is not enough.

She still lacks a big tree to shelter her from the wind and rain.

She turned around, picked up the blue cloth bundle she had brought, and opened it amidst the puzzled gazes of the crowd.

The wooden box was opened.

A top-quality old ginseng, with a full shape and intact rootlets, lies quietly inside.

Zhou Bangcheng's hand holding the teacup trembled.

Fang Lan was stunned. For the first time in her life, a person who had been involved in the arts lost her composure in front of a medicinal herb.

She could tell at a glance that this ginseng was definitely over a hundred years old.

This isn't ginseng; it's practically a life-saving herb.

A treasure that money can't buy.

Before everyone could recover from their shock, Su Xingmian took out several yellowed sheets of paper with neat and powerful handwritten recipes for medicinal diets.

Fang Lan couldn't help but lean closer to take a closer look.

Although she didn't recognize the names of the medicinal herbs, her beautiful small regular script and clear arrangement made it clear to even a layman like her.

Finally, there were a dozen or so small medicine packets neatly wrapped in oil paper.

"My grandmother said before she passed away that the Zhou family was the best family ever."

Su Xingmian's voice was soft.

"The jade buckle from back then was a token of affection; these things are simply my duty."

She pushed the old ginseng forward.

"I left this century-old ginseng to prolong my grandfather's life, hoping he will live to be a hundred years old."

Grandpa Zhou's hand rested on the armrest, and he didn't move.

Su Xingmian picked up the yellowed prescriptions again.

"These medicinal diet recipes are for Grandma and Mom to regulate their Qi and blood."

Grandma Zhou's fingers trembled as she took it.

Su Xingmian opened one of the small medicine packets.

A rich aroma of herbs filled the entire living room.

Everyone present took just one sniff and felt a sense of clarity and refreshment throughout their bodies.

This was made by her personally, and it contains her own specially extracted essence, which is extremely nourishing to the body.

"Strengthen the body's foundation and nourish its vital energy, relieve fatigue."

"I'll cook again after we've finished eating."

The living room became quiet.

Grandpa Zhou stared intently at the writing on those yellowed sheets of paper.

His body was trembling.

I can recognize that stroke of the brush, every single stroke, etched into my very bones.

The stubborn and aloof woman from back then didn't want to see him again, but in the end, she couldn't let go of him.

The old man's lips trembled twice, but he couldn't say anything.

Her eyes were red and swollen.

Grandma Zhou turned her head away, tears streaming down her face and falling onto the table.

The Zhou family not only owed the Su family a life, but also a lifetime of gratitude.

Silent for a long time.

The old man stretched out his aged hand, his fingertips lingering for two seconds on the edge of the wooden box containing the old ginseng.

In the end, he only took the medicinal recipe and the medicine packet, and pushed the ginseng back.

"Keep this ginseng for yourself; it's something that can save your life."

The old man's voice was hoarse, but he spoke each word with great emphasis.

"Remember, do not show this to others easily."

He glanced around at his family members.

"Anyone who dares to reveal even a single word about what's on Mianmian's body will have their legs broken."

"Dad, don't worry."

Zhou Bangcheng and Fang Lan stood up straight.

Su Xingmian looked at the ginseng that had been pushed back and obediently put it away.

Grandma said that the two of them would never see each other again, not even in life or death.

No matter what, she will do her best to ensure that Grandpa Zhou lives to be a hundred years old.

The atmosphere in the living room was warm and cozy.

Perhaps seeing the object reminded him of someone, causing his emotions to surge.

In addition, the early autumn night breeze blew in through the cracks in the window that wasn't closed tightly.

"hiss!"

Grandpa Zhou suddenly pressed his right knee.

Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and the color drained from his face instantly.

"dad."

"grandfather."

The living room instantly descended into chaos.

"It's an old problem that's flared up again."

Grandma Zhou's voice trembled with anxiety.

"Bingwen, hurry, go get the medicine."