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

Late at night, in a heavily guarded courtyard house in the western suburbs.

Mr. Gong's red phone rang for a full hour.

He put down the microphone, his eyes flashing with a terrifying light, and uttered only two words.

"Let's do it."

……

Bohai Bay.

The sea breeze was damp, and the waves crashed against the steel plate, breaking into white foam.

Zhou Bingyuan, wearing a military overcoat, stood on the bridge of the destroyer.

He held a chipped enamel mug and blew on the tea leaves floating on top.

The radar operator turned around and reported loudly.

"Reporting to the commander, three heavy cargo ships have been spotted in the direction of Tianjin Port..."

The deputy commander frowned.

"That's an ocean-going transport ship owned by the Qian family. They've loaded cash, ledgers, and several key figures onto the ship, intending to move them out to sea before dawn. Should we fire a warning shot?"

Zhou Bingyuan took a big gulp of water, then placed the teacup on the control panel with a "bang".

"Invent code signals for them."

The communications soldier stood at attention and shouted.

"Please give instructions!"

Zhou Bingyuan looked at the dark sea, his tone flat.

"Tell them that live-fire exercises are being conducted in this area. We recommend that they detour."

One minute later, the destroyer's alarm sounded continuously!

The forward main turret slowly rotated in the night, lowering the muzzle to lock onto the forward course of the three cargo ships.

boom!

A flare whistled past the bow of the lead cargo ship and exploded on the sea ahead, illuminating the dark waters as bright as day.

A series of static noises came through the radio channel, followed by the cargo ship captain's distorted scream.

"Don't fire! Sir, stop the ship! Whatever you do, don't fire!"

No matter how much money the Qian family offers, it's all worthless in the face of naval cannons.

The radar operator stood up and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Report! The other party has slowed down; they are turning around and retreating to the port at full speed."

Zhou Bingyuan picked up the enamel mug again, blew on the tea leaves, and slowly took a sip.

Just as the second son said, the Qian family is incredibly cunning.

Are they trying to use the turmoil to transfer assets and prepare for the future?

None of those parasites in the Qian family will escape today.

……

Three o'clock in the morning.

Sun Tiecheng, the commander of the Third Regiment, sat in the lead jeep, sweat pouring down his forehead.

Two blinding headlights lit up at the front of the convoy.

The driver slammed on the brakes, the tires screeching as they dragged across the road.

In the middle of the wide street, a black Hongqi sedan without license plates was blocking the reinforced battalion's path.

Sun Tiecheng gripped the pistol at his waist and jumped out of the jeep.

The door of the Hongqi car opened.

Fang Mingyuan walked down.

The seventy-year-old man, dressed in a wrinkled gray-blue Zhongshan suit, stood alone in front of the convoy, empty-handed and without even a bodyguard.

Sun Tiecheng swallowed.

Of course he recognized that face.

But didn't Old Master Gong say he had already sent someone to his house? Why is the person here?

Fang Mingyuan walked forward at a leisurely pace.

The searchlight shone on him, casting a long shadow.

He walked up to Sun Tiecheng, took out a folded document from his inner pocket, and unfolded it.

By the bright light of the car headlights, Sun Tiecheng could see the seal at the bottom and the familiar signature.

Although the signature was weak and trembling, each stroke carried immense weight.

Fang Mingyuan reached out his other hand, took out an old military-grade brass button from his pocket, and gently pressed it against the signature area of ​​the document.

...Zhou Bingheng handed it over to Fang Mingyuan.

This is the ultimate trump card in that envelope, and a sharp sword to deter all those with ulterior motives.

The document contained only one sentence.

Martial law is in effect throughout the city; anyone who moves out of turn will be executed without mercy.

(…………)

The people below are watching.

Sun Tiecheng closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he loosened his grip on the gun.

He stood with his feet together and gave Fang Mingyuan a full military salute.

He turned around and roared at the dark mass of people behind him.

"All personnel! Turn around and return to camp!"

……

The sky gradually brightened.

Zhou Bingheng put down the last phone call to let everyone know he was safe.

He pushed open the study door.

Su Xingmian stood by the window, holding a white porcelain teacup in both hands, waiting quietly.

Hearing footsteps, she turned around and handed over a teacup.

Zhou Bingheng walked over, took the drink, and took a big gulp.

The warm water flowed down my throat into my thirsty stomach.

"it's over."

Su Xingmian looked at the gradually brightening sky outside the window and nodded.

Four o'clock in the afternoon.

Radio stations across the country suddenly stopped broadcasting all their daily programs.

Su Xingmian and Zhou Bingheng stood in the courtyard.

Over the loudspeaker, the announcer's voice was somber and restrained as he read out the obituary word by word.

Su Xingmian did not cry.

Before dawn, she had already cried all her tears.

My eyes are so dry and painful now.

Zhou Bingheng stood beside her, expressionless, his back ramrod straight.

Su Xingmian felt a tightness on her shoulder.

Zhou Bingheng tightened his grip on her arm.

She reached out and grasped his cold hand.

……

At the construction site in Tang City, many people gathered around the large loudspeaker in the square, their sobs filling the air.

At the Helan Mountain garrison, Zhang Cuihua and Ma Chunlan sat on the stone slabs of the family compound, covering their faces and sobbing uncontrollably.

Even in the most remote Pingxi Village, the old Party Secretary was puffing on his pipe, constantly wiping away tears.

Su Xingmian stopped under the pomegranate tree.

The flower fairy's instincts allowed her to clearly perceive the underground world.

From the magnolias along the street to the Chinese scholar trees in the alleys, and then to the red leaves covering the entire Fragrant Hills.

……

October has arrived.

The cool autumn breeze sweeps across the north and south of the country.

The wind stopped.

On the day the broadcast was heard, a thunderous cheer erupted in the family compound of the North China Military Region.

Several strings of red firecrackers, which had been prepared in advance, exploded in the center of the courtyard, and the shredded red paper covered the snow-covered ground.

That day, Zhou Bingheng drank half a bottle of baijiu, which was unprecedented for him.

He pulled Su Xingmian under the eaves to watch others set off firecrackers, his fingers always tightly intertwined with hers.

……

October 1977 was colder than usual.

In the family compound of the North China Military Region, the stoves were already lit, making the house warm and cozy, filled with the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes.

Su Xingmian sat cross-legged on the kang (a heated brick bed), tutoring the twins, a boy and a girl, in recognizing characters.

Huai Zheng lay on the low table, biting the end of a pencil, his face full of reluctance.

That face, which bore a striking resemblance to Su Xingmian's, was etched with perfunctory attitude.

"Mom, is it okay if I can't read? I can use my space to collect two bags of jujubes to sell and make a lot of money. Studying is so tiring."

Su Xingmian gently tapped the back of her hand with a ruler and put on a stern face.

"Take your hand out of your mouth and stop biting your pencil. If you mention that space again, I'll have your dad take away all your allowance and put you in solitary confinement."

Huai Zheng pouted, obediently lowered his head to read, and muttered under his breath that only his father could bear to lock him up.

Huai Mu sat upright next to him, diligently writing in an arithmetic notebook.

After he finished solving a problem, his spiritual tendrils peeked out and nudged his sister's arm, conveying a gloating expression.

Huai Zheng glared at him angrily and kicked him under the table.

The two little ones were secretly competing, but Su Xingmian pretended not to see it.

The radio was on the cabinet, playing a news broadcast.

The announcer's passionate voice filled the entire room.

"...The national unified entrance examination system for higher education institutions was officially reinstated. This marked a major turning point in my country's education system..."

Huai Mu put down his pen, looked up at the face that resembled Zhou Bingheng, and asked.

"Mom, what is university?"

Su Xingmian was stunned for a moment.

The coal briquettes in the stove crackled and popped.

She glanced at the radio, then at Huai Mu, and her eyes crinkled with laughter.

"University..."

She reached out and rubbed her son's head, speaking softly.

"A university is a place where many, many educated and ambitious people come together to make the world a better place."

The door was pushed open, and Zhou Bingheng walked in, carrying two sets of teaching materials, bathed in sunlight.

Su Xingmian turned her head and looked at him.

The sun is shining brightly.

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Dear readers, I plan to finish the main story tomorrow.

I actually cried while writing these two chapters, and I felt terrible for a long time.

Then, it kept getting rejected and deleted, and the rhythm and emotions became disjointed.

There's nothing I can do about it.

I really don't dare touch it...