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

Zhou Bangcheng's wails echoed through the living room, taking three turns.

He squatted beside the coffee table, holding a flowerpot in both hands, his fingers trembling.

The once vibrant green and glossy leaves have all gone soft, drooping off the edge of the pot as if their bones have been removed.

"I even got up early to personally feed him the diluted nutrient solution..."

His voice cracked.

"It was so full of vitality just a moment ago, how did it fall apart like this in the blink of an eye?"

The guard, Xiao Zhang, standing nearby, was also dumbfounded.

The speed at which these flowers wither is truly bizarre.

A thought suddenly popped into his head—someone in the village was calling Su Xingmian a witch.

The thought popped into his head, and he jolted awake, shaking his head vigorously.

absurd.

But my feet wouldn't obey me, and I silently took half a step back.

Su Xingmian caught a glimpse of that half-step out of the corner of her eye.

She tightened her grip on the needle pouch, lowered her head, and stared at the floor beneath her feet.

Oh no! I was so focused on saving people that I sucked too much and ended up sucking Zhou's father's precious toy bald.

Yes, the Zhou family's floor is very well laid, without any cracks.

Yes, it looks great.

She obediently shrank into a corner, trying to minimize her presence.

I'll be more careful next time, at least... leave the flowers some fresh air.

"Minister Zhou, please don't worry."

Xiao Zhang snapped out of his daze and quickly tried to fix it.

"These flowers are precious; it's all my fault for opening the door too roughly."

"The autumn wind is chilly outside. I guess the sudden change from hot to cold was too much for it."

Grandma Zhou coughed loudly and glared at her son.

"Alright, Zhou Bangcheng!"

"Your dad's leg is healed, this is a great joy for the family, why are you looking so long-faced?"

The old lady cursed inwardly, thinking, "Why bring up something I shouldn't have said?"

Don't you know the awful things you've done?

Mentioning that wretched orchid again upset my wife, so I deserve to sleep in the study.

Fang Lan had no intention of saving face for her husband.

"Mianmian, ignore him. Seeing him like that makes me angry!"

She grabbed Su Xingmian's hand and sat down on the other side of the sofa.

"It would be better if it died, so I wouldn't have to see this wretched grass every day and be reminded of those unpleasant things."

Su Xingmian was pulled to sit down, looking obedient.

Fang Lan opened her vent.

"You have no idea how tight things were at home back then. I scrimped and saved for more than half a year, asking old classmates everywhere for help."

"It was not easy to get him a Swiss-made watch."

Fang Lan paused for a moment, her eyes still holding the anger from back then.

"That's the storefront he uses when he goes out to meetings and give presentations. I specially picked it out for him."

"And the result?"

Her voice grew colder and colder as she spoke.

"He went on a business trip to Changchun with his watch in his pocket, and when he came back, his wrist was empty."

Fang Lan unconsciously tightened her grip on Su Xingmian's fingers.

"He was carrying this pot of rotten weeds in his arms, saying he traded it with a down-on-his-luck old gardener, and he thought he'd gotten a great deal!"

Su Xingmian was startled and her eyes widened slightly.

That clivia is actually worth a Swiss watch?

I heard from the villagers that a Swiss watch can be exchanged for a nice house in Beijing.

Her gaze toward Zhou's father became even more unfocused.

It's like she ate a whole house.

Fang Lan snorted coldly.

"I gave him the cold shoulder for half a year because of this."

"Tell me, are there really men this wasteful?"

She turned to look at Su Xingmian's bewildered little face, and her expression suddenly became serious.

This child has no mother or elders to teach her about married life.

As the mother-in-law, she had no choice but to do it herself.

"Mianmian, Mom is telling you this from a painful lesson."

"After you go to the Northwest and marry that second son, the first thing you must do is tighten the purse strings at home."

"Once a man has spare money, his mind is easily distracted and he is prone to making foolish mistakes."

Fang Lan held up a finger and waved it in front of Su Xingmian.

"You have to make him hand over every penny of his monthly salary and allowances, and at most leave him two dollars for smoking and tea."

"Only when a man has money in his hands can he feel at ease, and only then can you live a comfortable life."

"Did you remember?"

Su Xingmian was stunned. This not only taught her how to manage money, but also how to control her husband!

She knows the answer to this question!

A smart person never suffers a loss. That old fox not only wants her body, but also her money!

Her eyes immediately curved into crescent moons, and she nodded obediently.

"Yes! Mianmian will listen to Mommy!"

Zhou Bangcheng, who was on the other side, blushed as he heard his wife revealing his past in front of their new daughter-in-law.

"What nonsense are you spouting in front of the child!"

"How can that be the same thing? That's art, that's the spirit of scholars!"

"Can integrity feed you? Can it make you a better person?"

Fang Lan sneered and immediately activated her full combat power.

"That's a clivia, not some weed!"

Zhou Bangcheng blushed, trying to salvage the last shred of his dignity.

"If it bloomed with those vermilion-red funnel-shaped flowers, I could... one pot would be worth ten watches!"

"That's such a pity, the flowers are all dead."

Fang Lan's tone was chilling.

"Hurry up and get rid of this dead plant of yours before I lose my temper. It's bad luck to leave it in the living room."

Zhou Bangcheng bent down, picked up the heavy porcelain basin, and walked to the backyard.

His silhouette had an indescribable air of desolation.

Grandma Zhou invited Su Xingmian upstairs to sleep.

"Mianmian, don't listen to their noise. Tomorrow, have your mom take you to the department store to buy things. Buy a lot so you can take them to the Northwest in a few days."

"It's good that the orchid died, so the two of them won't argue about it every day."

The old lady didn't care about her son at all.

It was a Swiss watch, and the old lady felt bad about it, thinking that her daughter-in-law was right to scold her.

Su Xingmian followed them upstairs, silently remembering one thing.

Clivia, vermilion red, funnel-shaped flower.

Once she goes to the Northwest, accumulates enough merit, and her demonic power increases, she will give Father Zhou a pot of flowering plants.

The Queen of Flowers keeps her word.

The next day, after breakfast.

Fang Lan was in high spirits and pulled Su Xingmian out the door.

"Come on, Mianmian, Mom will take you to see Beijing!"

"Mom, I'll go too. I'll carry your things."

Zhou Bingwen quickly followed.

A green Jeep was already waiting at the entrance.

Guard Xiao Zhang sat in the driver's seat.

Su Xingmian came out of the courtyard, and the sunlight shone directly on her.

Her simple country-style cotton jacket couldn't hide her striking figure and beautiful face.

Several young men from large compounds who were passing by stared in disbelief, not even noticing that their bicycles had fallen over.

This reminded Zhou Bingwen of the story of "Luo Fu Nu".

Su Xingmian ignored the stares of those around her, her eyes shining as she stared at the jeep.

This metal box runs fast; she'll have to get one to drive someday.

Fang Lan felt both sorry for her and amused when she saw her looking at the jeep with such curiosity.

She thought to herself that girls from the countryside, who haven't experienced much, find everything rare and precious.

Perfect timing! Today, as her mother, I'll make sure to give her the grandest experience.

She pulled Su Xingmian into the back seat.

"Hold on tight, this ride is a bit bumpy, don't be afraid."

"Um!"

Su Xingmian nodded obediently.

The jeep started and merged into the wide roads of Beijing.

Fang Lan patted Su Xingmian's hand and announced today's schedule in a hearty manner.

"Mianmian, let's go to the department store first and buy you a few outfits from head to toe."

"Mom will take you to Old Moscow for Western food at noon, so you can try something new."

"Let's go see a movie tonight!"

"Mom, that's a great idea. I haven't been to Old Mo's Restaurant in ages."

Zhou Bingwen finally got a chance to interject.

"Old Mo?"

Su Xingmian blinked. What kind of place was that? Was it even better than the state-run restaurants?

Just then, a jeep passed by from the opposite direction.

Su Xingmian, who was inside the car, suddenly heard a strange mechanical sound.

[Ding! Detected that the target character, the extinct male protagonist Zhou Bingheng, has a fiancée. Please be aware!]

[New character in the story, a minor character, Su Xingmian...]