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

Wu Qiuli stood at the door, holding a military mess kit in her hand. The lid wasn't closed tightly, and steam was seeping out from the crack.

"The steamed egg custard was obtained by Liang Jingtian from the logistics department before dawn."

She took half a step back and handed over the lunchbox.

"I can't stand the smell of fish these past few days. I felt nauseous as soon as I got it, so it's perfect that I brought it to you."

The moment Su Xingmian took the lunchbox, a warm feeling suddenly surged through her meridians.

It is a meritorious deed.

The amount was small, completely different from the scalding impact when rescuing people before.

This is a slow, continuous rise of groundwater, seeping up inch by inch, dense and persistent, neither too fast nor too slow.

Su Xingmian paused for a moment, holding the lunchbox, then glanced at Wu Qiuli's expression.

My complexion is a little better than it was a couple of days ago, but my lips are still dry.

"Come in and sit down."

Su Xingmian grabbed the lunchbox with one hand and pulled Wu Qiuli to the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) with the other, then found a spoon and scooped out a large mouthful of food and stuffed it into his mouth.

The aroma of egg melted on her tongue, and she squinted her eyes.

"tasty."

"Slow down, no one's going to take it from you."

Wu Qiuli sat on the edge of the kang and looked around. The stove was clean, the pots and pans were all in their place, and the thermos was placed on the corner of the table.

"Your political commissar leaves home early."

"Yes, they left before dawn."

Su Xingmian's voice was a little muffled, with a spoon in her mouth.

Wu Qiuli stared at her face for two seconds.

"Have you been crying?"

Su Xingmian raised her hand and touched her eyelids; they were still swollen.

"I had a dream, I dreamt about my grandma."

Wu Qiuli didn't ask any more questions and patted her knee.

The two sat facing each other for a while, and then Wu Qiuli suddenly brought it up.

"This morning I went to the health team to pick up folic acid tablets. The nurse told me that Song Qingqing packed her things and left. She took the support vehicle to the county town to catch the train back to Beijing to recuperate."

Su Xingmian stopped scooping the steamed egg custard with her spoon.

"What illness?"

"They said it's a recurrence of an old ailment; he's experiencing palpitations and shortness of breath, and needs to go back to a major hospital for treatment."

Wu Qiuli spoke in a flat tone.

"He suddenly left the wedding banquet yesterday without any apparent reason, and then rushed off again early this morning."

She paused.

He is quite ill.

Su Xingmian scraped the last piece of tender egg into her mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it.

She still remembered what the system said when Song Qingqing left yesterday.

Judging from everyone's opinion, Song Qingqing wasn't faking illness because she left in such a hurry.

As Su Xingmian was sorting out her thoughts, the warmth in her meridians increased even more.

Her fingers paused on the edge of the lunchbox.

The merit is still increasing.

What did she do yesterday?

No one was saved.

Su Xingmian mentally went through yesterday's events one by one.

I went to the county town to get my marriage certificate this morning and ran into Liu Xiaomai. I smiled when we took the photos, and then I ate some sesame seed cakes when I got back.

In the afternoon, my sisters-in-law helped set up the wedding banquet.

During the evening banquet, Sister Liu started complaining about needing to use the restroom.

Then she kissed the old fox—no, the old fox kissed her.

I had a dream and cried.

Which item can accumulate merit?

She scrolled back, and when she got to "getting the marriage certificate," her fingers stopped.

What was the system administrator Zhou Bingheng's name again?

The target of the conquest is the male protagonist who has no heir.

Song Qingqing came to the Northwest with only one purpose: to marry Zhou Bingheng, have his child, and complete her mission.

But Su Xingmian made the first move.

They got their marriage certificate, got married, and stamped it with the official seal, but the old fox kept both certificates.

This effectively blocks the most crucial strategy for winning over Song Qingqing.

The system malfunctioned, and Song Qingqing's body couldn't hold on any longer either.

Su Xingmian looked up and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Can you accumulate merit points by attacking the system?

Is there such a good thing?

Then she won't be so polite from now on.

She not only wants to get married, but she wants to marry securely and stably.

She would make every step of the system's strategy fail, and for each failure, she would collect a merit.

This deal made her feel even better than saving someone.

"What are you thinking about? Why are you laughing so happily?"

Wu Qiuli's voice brought her back to reality.

Su Xingmian found herself staring blankly at the empty lunchbox for quite a while, a smile still on her face.

"I'm thinking about a business deal."

"What kind of business?"

"The kind that guarantees a profit without any risk."

Seeing that her eyes were curved, Wu Qiuli assumed she was thinking about her wedding last night and wanted to tease her, but she wasn't like Sister Liu, so she shook her head and didn't ask any further questions.

Su Xingmian put down the lunchbox, poured a glass of warm water for Wu Qiuli, and handed it to her.

In the brief moment between handing her water, his fingers touched her wrist.

The pulsation was steady and the rhythm was even, indicating that the pregnancy was more stable than the previous two days.

But Wu Qiuli had a slight crease between her eyebrows.

"Still disgusting?"

"It's a little better in the morning, but by noon it's unbearable. I can't stand the smell of cooking fumes."

Su Xingmian loosened her wrist and took the needle from the needle pouch.

"I'll give you two acupuncture needles to clear the spleen and stomach meridians and suppress your nausea. You can come in once a day for a week, and your pregnancy symptoms will be relieved by more than half."

The silver needles were inserted into the acupoints, one at Neiguan and the other at Zusanli.

Wu Qiuli took a breath, and the turbid gas churning in her stomach went down her meridians, making her feel relaxed.

"I feel much better."

Su Xingmian put away the needles and wiped her hands.

"Come every morning from now on. After you've finished your training, you can have lunch here. Just have your Battalion Commander Liang send over your rations. My cooking is light."

Wu Qiuli picked up the warm water, took a sip, and hesitated for a moment.

"Since you've asked, I won't stand on ceremony. I really haven't been able to cook for myself these past few days."

"Why are you being so polite with me, Sister Wu?"

Su Xingmian put away the needle pouch and helped Wu Qiuli straighten her collar.

Wu Qiuli took her hand and squeezed it.

"I owe you the steamed egg custard from yesterday. If you ever need any help in the future, just let me know."

Su Xingmian nodded, but didn't let go.

"Sister Wu."

"Um?"

"Don't eat anything Song Qingqing gives you in the future."

Wu Qiuli was stunned for a moment.

Su Xingmian released her grip, leaned back, and looked serious.

"Don't touch any medicine or food she gives you. Battalion Commander Liang warned you before, didn't he?"

Wu Qiuli lowered her head and spoke after a few seconds.

"Yes. He did."

Su Xingmian didn't say anything more.

Some things are best left unsaid. Wu Qiuli is a smart woman; there's no need to break them down and force them on her.

After seeing Wu Qiuli off, Su Xingmian squatted down next to the flowerpot and reached out to touch the baby prawn seedling.

"Accumulating merit is more satisfying than planting flowers."

The seedling tilted slightly toward her palm.

"Bingwen left without even letting us see him off. With him gone, it feels like something is missing."

"I miss my grandparents, father, and mother in Beijing a little."

"Besides Grandma, we have a second home now. Grow up quickly."

The wind blew in from outside the courtyard wall, carrying sand that hit her face.

She didn't dodge; something else was on her mind.

At yesterday's wedding banquet, when Song Qingqing left her seat, the system said that the data processing was 80% complete.

Going back further, when they first arrived at the family compound, the system gave Song Qingqing a suggestion: to launch a social attack by exploiting her family's disadvantages.

Aside from bringing soup to test the waters, Song Qingqing did nothing else.

Now the person has gone back to the capital.

The capital city is more than a thousand kilometers away from Helan Mountain, and her perception range is at most five hundred meters. At such a distance, she can't hear what the system is saying.

A thought flashed through her mind: were they gathering information on her, preparing to do something bad?

Su Xingmian stood up and patted the dirt off her knees.

She curved her lips into a smile, her fingertips touching the needle pouch on her sleeve.

Her background was never a weakness, but rather her armor.

If Song Qingqing wants to investigate, then let her investigate.

The more you stir things up, the more you expose yourself, and the longer the evidence you leave behind.

Just then, the courtyard gate was pounded on with a deafening roar.

"Su Meizi!"

Zhang Cuihua's voice could penetrate walls and courtyards, arriving three steps before the sound of knocking on the door could reach her.

Su Xingmian opened the door.

"Your political commissar really gets things done!"

"The logistics department has approved a piece of land for you!"

Before Zhang Cuihua could catch her breath, she pointed eastward.

"It's right next to that wasteland east of the residential compound! I just heard it from Old Zhang; all the paperwork is done and it's been stamped!"

Su Xingmian's eyes lit up. The old fox had agreed to it so quickly?

If that wasteland could be transformed into a vegetable garden, the military wives in the family compound would be very grateful to her.

When it's widely adopted then, won't the merits increase dramatically?