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

The train wheels clanged and clattered as they rolled over the tracks.

Zhou Bingwen sat on the lower bunk, his satchel resting on his knees, and closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.

The blue-covered book on human anatomy that was in my handbag is no longer there.

When I handed it to her last night, the back of my neck started to feel cold, and I haven't felt it yet.

With his second sister-in-law's photographic memory, she'd probably be able to memorize the scale after seeing it.

What happens after you've memorized it?

Would he take the book to ask his second brother?

How will his second brother deal with him?

Zhou Bingwen leaned his head against the wall, not daring to think any further.

A series of footsteps stopped in front of them.

He opened one eye.

Song Qingqing.

Her face was ashen, her lips were almost colorless, and she had one hand on her chest. Behind her followed a young guard carrying a military satchel, who had been sent by the division headquarters to escort her back to Beijing for medical treatment.

She sat down in the bunk opposite him.

"Bingwen, what a coincidence."

Zhou Bingwen closed the eye that was open as well.

He didn't respond.

Song Qingqing really didn't expect that the bed her aunt arranged was right in front of Zhou's third son.

The guard helped her settle her luggage. After she sat down, she took out a paper bag from her cloth bag and pushed it in front of Zhou Bingwen.

"I bought this jujube cake on the way. Try it."

Zhou Bingwen lifted his eyelids.

He stared at the bag of jujube cakes for two seconds, then looked up at Song Qingqing.

Three seconds of silence.

He jumped up from his bunk, his eyes wide open like bells.

"Song Qingqing".

"Um?"

"You didn't realize you had no chance with me after my second brother got married, so you've turned your attention to me, right?"

He pointed to himself, his fingertips trembling.

"Chasing me onto the train?"

An old man across from me was cracking sunflower seeds, and the shells were falling through his fingers.

The train conductor passing by in the aisle slowed down a beat, didn't turn his head, but his ear was clearly tilted at an angle.

Song Qingqing's expression went through a series of reactions: surprise, confusion, and finally settled on a restrained yet trembling anger.

"Zhou Bingwen, what did you say?"

"I'm going to make things clear to you now."

Zhou Bingwen sat up straight, one hand on his lap, his expression as serious as if he were giving an academic defense.

He held up three fingers.

First, I have absolutely no personal interest in you.

The old man across from me, who was eating sunflower seeds, shattered his hand, and the shells fell all over the ground.

Take one back.

"Secondly, I have no personal interest in your sister, Song Ningning."

Someone in the aisle pretended to tie their shoelaces and squatted down, their shoulders shaking violently.

Take one back.

"Third, none of you sisters in the Song family should covet the male members of the Zhou family."

I collected the last one too.

"The men in our Zhou family have their own standards for choosing a spouse."

He paused for a moment.

"Just these three points, write them down."

The old man across from me was eating sunflower seeds, with half a seed still in his mouth, his cheeks bulging, and his shoulders shrugging.

The person in the aisle was laughing so hard their smile was coming out of their nose; their shoelaces, which they had tied three times, were still untied.

Song Qingqing dug her fingernails into her palm.

A dull ache rose in my chest, followed by a throbbing pain in my temples.

She stood up and squeezed between the two rows of bunks.

"Unrequited love."

The voice was squeezed out of his throat, and the end of the sound trembled.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch..."

Zhou Bingwen shouted from behind.

"Take your jujube cake away, don't leave it here."

Song Qingqing turned around, snatched the paper bag, glared at him, and left.

Zhou Bingwen let out a sigh of relief, leaned back into his bunk, and looked out the window at the desolate wilderness rushing by, clutching his satchel.

He felt that what he said was reasonable, logical, organized, and focused.

Why did Song Qingqing look so upset?

He must have been feeling really bad because he had been chasing after his second brother for so long without succeeding.

He rolled over to face the wall, wrapped the bag strap around his arm twice, but it still felt uncomfortable, so he rolled back over.

Who cares?

The old man across from me, who had been eating sunflower seeds, finally let out a laugh he had been holding back for a while, slapping his thigh.

An older woman holding a child from the next berth leaned over and asked in a low voice.

"Hey bro, what's the relationship between these two?"

The old man chuckled and lowered his voice.

"It's okay, they said they have no personal interest whatsoever."

The aunt laughed, then sighed.

"That young man's words were really harsh; the girl's face turned pale."

The old man waved his hand and started eating sunflower seeds again.

The Gobi Desert outside the car window went from bright and clear to gray and gloomy, and the light gradually dimmed.

Song Qingqing locked herself in the toilet at the end of the carriage.

She locked the metal door and leaned against the sink.

Cold sweat seeped from his temples, and the dull pain in his chest spread to his back in waves.

She lowered her voice, her breathing unsteady.

"System, the backlash is back again."

She swallowed, her fingernails scraping against the enamel countertop with a harsh sound.

"Her marriage to Zhou Bingheng has such a big impact on us? Why is it that some random nobody who suddenly appeared has caused me to suffer such a backlash?"

A buzzing sound lingered deep within my brain for two seconds.

[Su Xingmian and her target Zhou Bingheng have entered into a legal marriage, causing a major shift in the core strategy path. Backlash level: Moderate.]

Song Qingqing's hands, which were supporting her on the sink, were trembling.

"I should have started the plan sooner; I shouldn't have let them get married."

[Host, please remain calm. The last human trafficking incident has already exposed some of the motives, and many people in the area are now wary of you. Returning to Beijing this time was the right decision. The next plan must be even more meticulous, aiming for a fatal blow.]

She looked up at her face in the mirror; her lips were gray and her eyes were bluish.

"When I go back to Beijing this time, I still need to see him to recover, right? How long will it take?"

[The host's body has been severely damaged by the energy backlash and requires at least a week to repair. If the host can gain more of his favor and cooperation, the system shop will be unlocked simultaneously.]

Song Qingqing tightened her grip on the edge of the sink.

She straightened up and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead with her sleeve.

"There's one more thing."

She stared at her own eyes in the mirror.

"On this trip back to Beijing, I'll also make a detour to Su Xingmian's hometown."

【Host? 】

"If you can't find out her background, then use the dumbest method."

She tugged at her collar, her voice low and harsh.

"Go and search the places where she grew up, her grandmother's yard, the house she lived in, and everyone she came into contact with."

[The suggestion is feasible. The host can personally visit the target growth site to collect information on-site. The system can simultaneously scan for residual environmental energy, which has a chance of capturing useful data.]

Song Qingqing unlocked the door and walked out of the bathroom.

The wind blew in through the cracks in the car window, making her hair fly backward.

She paused slightly as she passed Zhou Bingwen's berth.

Zhou Bingwen was breathing heavily, clutching his bag to his chest, a smile still playing on his lips.

Song Qingqing withdrew her gaze and walked towards her bunk, her back ramrod straight.

"Su Xingmian, I don't believe I can't bring you down this time. And Zhou Bingwen, just you wait and see."

She swallowed those words silently, as if they were crushed in her heart.

The sound of wheels rolling over the rails echoed in the empty carriage, clanging and clattering, each sound deeper than the last.