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

The wedding was scheduled for 5 p.m., just as the sun was beginning to set behind the Helan Mountains.

Two long tables, joined together, were covered with red cloth in the courtyard.

"Take it, take it. My piece is just sitting there anyway. Giving it to the political commissar's wife would be making the most of it."

Zhang Cuihua spoke in a loud voice, pressing the corner of the red cloth in her hand under the edge of the table and patting it twice.

A large double happiness character cut from red paper was pasted on the wall, and a pair of mandarin ducks pieced together from scraps of cloth were pasted on the window. Zhao Hongmei's handiwork took her an entire afternoon to complete.

Li Xiuying was in charge of the kitchen. She borrowed two large iron pots from the logistics department and stewed a pot of potato stew with vermicelli and a pot of cabbage and pork.

The meat was specially approved by the division headquarters, a full five jin (2.5 kg), which is considered a generous amount in this Gobi Desert.

Su Xingmian changed into that dark green dress, re-braided her hair, and tied a red string to the end of the braid, which Wu Qiuli had brought over that afternoon.

"A wedding must include red."

Wu Qiuli said this when she handed over the red string.

The division commander sat in a chair next to the main seat. He was in his early fifties, with lines etched on his face by the wind and sand. He wore a military uniform with four pockets, and his back was straighter than the chair back.

"Comrade Zhou Bingheng, Comrade Su Xingmian, your marriage application has been approved by the organization."

He glanced at the people sitting below.

"Bingheng is a cadre I've watched grow up. He's smart, quick-witted, and everyone in the regiment respects him."

Su Xingmian stood next to Zhou Bingheng, her demonic power inadvertently spreading out and sweeping over everyone in the courtyard.

Division Commander's wife, Han Yuzhi, sat in the first row, a smile on her lips.

Sitting next to her was Song Qingqing, whose expression was flawless.

The mechanical voice hummed intermittently for a couple of moments.

[It is recommended that the host maintain a smile and keep a broad perspective.]

Su Xingmian lowered her eyelids and ignored her.

The division commander's voice continued.

"But people with sharp minds have a problem: they are heavy-hearted and tend to shoulder everything themselves."

He turned his head, glanced at Zhou Bingheng, and then at Su Xingmian.

"Little Su has had a tough time; she's suffered terribly this time."

"Bingheng".

He reached out and patted Zhou Bingheng on the shoulder.

Treat people well.

Zhou Bingheng shifted his body slightly half an inch toward Su Xingmian, and tightened his grip on her shoulder.

Su Xingmian turned her head and glanced at him.

The setting sun outlined the contours of his profile, and the top button of his collar pressed against his Adam's apple.

The flower bud inside her trembled slightly.

A burst of applause erupted in the courtyard, with Zhang Cuihua clapping the loudest and speaking the clearest.

"good!"

Liang Jin stood up from the back row, holding a wine bowl, his voice just as loud as Zhang Cuihua's.

"Political Commissar, let's do it!"

After the first round of drinks, the atmosphere became completely lively.

The old regimental commander, Luo Dezhu, and his wife arrived rather late; by the time they sat down, half of the food had already been served.

He was nearly fifty years old, with a kind face. He picked up his wine bowl and nodded to Zhou Bingheng.

"Bingheng, that's good news."

He took a sip of wine and put down the bowl.

"I've been in this regiment for eight years, watching you rise from deputy company commander to regimental political commissar. You're really smart."

Zhou Bingheng stood up to offer a toast and called out "Commander".

Luo Dezhu waved for him to sit down.

The old regimental commander's wife was not tall, had a round face, and a kind smile.

She took Su Xingmian's hand and looked at it over and over again.

"Good boy, good boy."

Su Xingmian smiled sweetly.

Someone nearby muttered in a low voice.

"Is the old regimental commander about to be transferred?"

"I heard that Battalion Commander Liang has made a great contribution this time and has been commended by name."

"Hey, isn't that...?"

The second half of the sentence was drowned out by the sound of wine bowls clattering together.

Su Xingmian glanced at the corner while holding the brown sugar water.

Wu Qiuli sat there with a glass of water in front of her, her hands on her knees, her back straight, and her other hand casually resting on her lower abdomen.

Su Xingmian mentally added another point to Wu Qiuli's score.

A tree with deep roots is not afraid of changing wind direction.

During the third round of drinks, Zhou Bingheng put his arm around Su Xingmian's shoulder and stood up to offer a toast as they passed the corner of the table.

He tightened the red string at the end of Su Xingmian's braid with both hands.

Wu Qiuli tied the knot casually, leaving it half-loose.

Su Xingmian was holding the bowl and didn't notice.

Zhang Cuihua's eyes were never idle; she nudged Li Xiuying with her elbow, her mouth stretching almost to her temples in a wide grin.

Li Xiuying slapped her hand away, her face remaining expressionless, but the fingers resting on her knees clenched tightly.

Su Xingmian's attention was mainly on the seat in front of her, but she glanced at Song Qingqing out of the corner of her eye.

She put down her cup, stood up, whispered a few words in the division commander's wife's ear, clutched her stomach, and forced an apologetic expression onto her face.

He paused half a step at the door, clenched his right hand into fists and then loosened them one by one, before turning and leaving the yard.

The mechanical sound trailed into Su Xingmian's perception range.

[The host's emotional management ability has declined. It is recommended that you return to rest. Data processing is 80% complete, but the timing is not yet ripe. Do not expose yourself prematurely.]

Su Xingmian touched the needle pouch in her sleeve with her fingers, then withdrew them and took a sip of brown sugar water.

The data is 80% complete.

What kind of information? Whose data was compiled?

She buried those words deep in her memory, arranging them alongside every other fragment of the system she had heard before.

If I weren't afraid of the system detecting my demonic power, I would have loved to teach this invasive species a lesson with a splinter.

It was completely dark when the wedding banquet ended.

The military wives spontaneously stayed behind to help clean up, and the clanging of dishes echoed through the alley.

Wu Qiuli bent down to move a chair, but Su Xingmian pressed her down onto a stool.

"You sit down."

"I'm only forty days old, I'm not that delicate."

"Sit down."

Wu Qiuli glanced at her and stopped struggling.

Just then, a figure strode in from the alley entrance, his voice preceding his arrival.

"I'm too late! Old Zhang hid the key under the cabinet, I searched for ages..."

Liu, the wife of Logistics Director Lao Zhang, was in her early forties and had a strong physique. She stood in the middle of the yard with her hands on her hips, and her aura overshadowed Zhang Cuihua.

Her eyes swept across the room and locked onto Su Xingmian.

"Ouch!"

That sound could shake the birds out of the trees.

She rushed over in two strides, grabbed Su Xingmian's arm with both hands, and looked her up and down three times.

"The new sister-in-law is so beautiful! The political commissar's flower has finally been snatched away!"

Su Xingmian was spun around halfway by her arm, and felt a little dizzy.

Sister Liu clicked her tongue twice, then turned her head and glanced at Wu Qiuli sitting on the stool. Her gaze fell on Wu Qiuli's lower abdomen, and that smile that only a woman with experience could give her.

"Qiu Li, you're so fast!"

Wu Qiuli tucked her fingers in.

Sister Liu plopped down next to her, slapped her thigh, and the sound made the bowls and plates on the table shake.

"Your Battalion Commander Liang gets things from my old Zhang every month, box after box, without fail."

She leaned closer, a slight upturn to her lips.

"At this rate, how did you get pregnant so quickly? Your husband is too vigorous!"

Wu Qiuli's face flushed red to her ears. She opened her mouth to say something, but was silenced by Sister Liu's expression that said, "You can't hide anything from me."

Su Xingmian tilted her head.

What are those boxes? What are they for?

While Su Xingmian was still thinking, Sister Liu had already turned her guns on him.

"Oh, right, speaking of picking up things..."

She lowered her voice by half an inch, but the volume didn't decrease at all; it could be heard clearly throughout the entire courtyard.

"Girl, you don't know, do you? Our Political Commissar Zhou also got quite a bit from my old Zhang."

The action of collecting the bowls in the yard was collectively a beat slower.

"I even specifically asked for the large size!"

Zhang Cuihua almost smashed the bowl in her hand.

"My husband, Lao Zhang, rummaged through his belongings to find it for him; it was covered in a layer of dust! Nobody in the entire garrison had ever asked for anything of that caliber; the political commissar was the first."

Sister Liu gave a thumbs up, pointing downwards, and raised her eyebrows twice.

"You see, he usually buttons his shirt all the way up to his head, looking as proper as a textbook, but secretly he's like this."

"He's really hiding his true abilities!"

Zhang Cuihua laughed so hard she leaned on the edge of the table and pounded the board, while Li Xiuying turned her face away, her shoulders shaking.

Zhao Hongmei laughed silently until she squatted down and tied her shoelaces three times.

Su Xingmian looked at this person who was laughing, then looked at that person who was laughing.

She really doesn't understand.

She recalled that she had come across a cardboard box with large, special characters printed on it when she was rummaging through the cupboard before, but he had stopped her by holding the cupboard door shut.

Are they the same thing?

Why is the larger one kept hidden? What does it have to do with seed formation?

Sister Liu hasn't calmed down yet.

She turned to face Su Xingmian, her smile fading and replaced by heartache.

"Su girl, your skin is as tender as tofu. The political commissar's configuration is really something."

She shook her head and sighed.

"You're going to suffer a lot this first time."

What was the first time? What suffering did I endure?

Su Xingmian's mind was working very fast, but she was missing the most crucial link and couldn't connect the dots no matter what she tried.

Wu Qiuli finally couldn't listen anymore, her face turning red to the roots of her neck, and she reached out and grabbed Su Xingmian's arm.

"Sister Liu, don't set a bad example for her! She's only eighteen!"

Sister Liu chuckled.

"So what if you're eighteen?"

"Sister Liu!"

Wu Qiuli raised her voice by half a tone.

"Okay, okay, I won't say anymore."

Sister Liu waved her hand, saying "stop," but then added one more sentence.

"But don't worry, girl, what I'm afraid of are those fancy but useless spearheads."

Her gaze slowly swept over Su Xingmian.

"Our political commissar doesn't look like that kind of person."

It paused for a moment.

"We'll find out tonight when we check the goods."

Wu Qiuli stood up abruptly, placed both hands on Su Xingmian's shoulders, and pushed him out of the courtyard gate.

"Come on, come on, see me off. If we stay any longer, what will Sister Liu do to us?"

Su Xingmian was pushed a few steps, then paused at the threshold.

She turned around and glanced at Sister Liu.

The words "inspection," "large size," and "seed" swirled in her mind, not forming a coherent sentence, but she remembered them all.

Wu Qiuli pushed her out of the alley, her face still flushed.

"Mianmian, Sister Liu is a loose tongue, don't take it to heart."

Su Xingmian shook her head.

"Sister Wu."

"Um?"

What does "inspection of goods" mean?

Wu Qiuli's heels were stuck to the dirt road, and she couldn't move an inch.

She turned her head, and in the moonlight, Su Xingmian's face was filled with a thirst for knowledge, a kind of pure and transparent seriousness.

Wu Qiuli closed her eyes briefly.

"Go back and ask your family's political commissar."

Su Xingmian thought about it and felt that it made sense.

The old fox knows everything.

She waved goodbye to Wu Qiuli and walked back along the dirt road.

I ran into Zhou Bingwen at the door.

The younger brother-in-law went with the old fox to see off the guests. He's back now, but where's the old fox?

Su Xingmian looked behind him.

"Second brother hasn't returned yet; he's talking to the division commander and regimental commander!"

Zhou Bingwen glanced back and took out a blue-covered book, "Human Anatomy," from his satchel.

Zhou Bingwen's expression was somewhere between constipation and heroic sacrifice.

Chapter Eleven.

His voice was so weak it sounded like he was spitting air.

"Don't tell my second brother that I gave it to him."

"Give it back to me when you're done reading it."

He paused.

"No, don't return it. Burning it is fine too."

Su Xingmian took the book and nodded obediently.

"Take good care of your grandparents, and your parents when you get back. I'll send you some delicious food and fun things to do here."

Zhou Bingwen felt somewhat saddened by what she said, but when he saw the book in her hand, his sadness was overshadowed by another complex emotion.

"Um."

He stood there for a while, then stood there for a while longer.

"This book..."

"Don't worry, I won't tell my brother."

Zhou Bingwen let out a breath.

Then, as if possessed, he added a sentence.

"Second sister-in-law, if you don't understand anything after reading it, don't ask me."

Seeing Su Xingmian blink, he realized he had said too much, turned around and left, but turned back after running five steps.

"Don't ask your second brother! In short, you'll know once you see it. You don't need to ask anyone. Just know what you know. There's no need to delve into it or put it into practice."

He swallowed.

"I mean not at the moment."

"He will."

His words became increasingly incoherent, and finally he slapped his forehead.

"Never mind, goodbye."

Zhou Bingwen disappeared at the alley entrance at breakneck speed.

Su Xingmian stood there, replaying his last words in her mind three times.

He said he would stop talking once he finished.

What can he do?

Su Xingmian entered the room, and under the light, she opened the blue-covered book in her hand, her fingertips scrolling to the bottom of Chapter Eleven.