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

Su Xingmian opened her eyes on the hard bed in the guesthouse.

Footsteps could be heard outside the courtyard, climbing the steps.

My heart rate is 72 beats per minute, steady, strong, and evenly spaced.

They won't admit they're wrong; the old fox is here.

The door was pushed open, and sunlight streamed in. She squinted for a moment.

There were three people standing at the door.

Fang Lan was at the very front.

His lips were chapped. Standing at the bottom of the steps, he saw Su Xingmian come out, quickly walked up, and reached out to touch her face.

His palms were cool, and his fingertips lingered on her cheek for a moment before he withdrew them.

Fang Lan didn't say anything, but took off the scarf from her own neck, wrapped it around her twice, and then tucked the collar in.

The scarf smelled of face cream and still carried Fang Lan's body temperature.

Su Xingmian called out, "Mom."

Fang Lan's eyes reddened.

She squeezed Su Xingmian's hand. "Let's go home."

Zhou Bingwen stood behind, sniffed twice, and forced back the sour feeling.

He took two steps forward, took the folded wool military blanket from Su Xingmian's arm, and draped it over his own shoulder.

"Second sister-in-law, you've lost weight."

Su Xingmian smiled at him: "You've lost weight too, and your dark circles are still there."

Zhou Bingwen opened his mouth, then closed it again.

He wanted to say something witty to ease the tension, but after racking his brains for a long time, not a single word came to mind.

He had no choice but to turn his head to look to the side.

Zhou Bingheng stood on the bottom step.

The top button was fastened tightly, and the posture was upright.

Nothing different from usual.

Su Xingmian walked down the steps, stood in front of him, and looked up at him.

The scarf covered half of her face, leaving only her eyes visible.

She reached out, her arms slipping under the hem of his military jacket, and pressed herself against him, burying her face in his chest.

"Brother, I miss you."

The voice was muffled by the fabric of the military uniform, soft and sweet, with a nasal tone.

Zhou Bingheng placed his palm on the back of her head, his fingers digging into her hair and rubbing it.

His Adam's apple bobbed.

"Yes, I've come to pick you up and take you home."

Su Xingmian pressed her face even closer.

His cool aura, combined with his body temperature, flowed in, and the demonic power that had been dry for five days in my meridians slowly unfolded like roots that had been watered.

She didn't want to let go.

Fang Lan watched from behind, her eyes reddening again, but the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

Zhou Bingwen switched the military blanket to the other shoulder and muttered to himself, "He's really something, putting it on right in front of Mom."

Fang Lan raised her hand and patted him on the back of the head.

Zhou Bingwen shrank back and remained silent.

The four people walked towards the family compound.

Before she even turned into the alley, Su Xingmian saw the person.

Zhang Cuihua stood at the alley entrance, her hands tucked into her apron.

Zhao Hongmei leaned against the wall, her action of cracking sunflower seeds frozen in mid-air.

Li Xiuying rubbed her hands together and exhaled a puff of white breath.

Chen Xiaoqin held the child, while Ma Chunlan shrank behind her, her face tense.

Sister Liu stood with her hands on her hips, occupying half of the alley.

No one spoke.

The baby in Chen Xiaoqin's arms let out a soft cry, which sounded particularly loud in the quiet alley.

Su Xingmian smiled at them.

Zhang Cuihua couldn't hold back any longer.

She wiped her face, then her voice suddenly rose: "Let's go! The bone broth is still simmering on the stove! What are you dawdling for!"

The crowd suddenly stirred.

Zhao Hongmei stuffed half a bag of roasted sunflower seeds into Su Xingmian's pocket.

Li Xiuying handed over a pair of cotton gloves, with fine stitches and rabbit fur stuffed inside.

Sister Liu walked over and tucked a stray lock of hair that was sticking out of Su Xingmian's scarf behind her ear.

Ma Chunlan was on the outermost circle and couldn't squeeze in.

As Su Xingmian passed by her, she heard her say softly, "I've been watching over the vegetable garden for you; not a single one is missing."

Wu Qiuli walked around from behind the crowd without saying a word.

She opened her arms and gently hugged Su Xingmian.

Su Xingmian sensed the tiny life force within her womb, steadily growing.

Grandma always said that good deeds bring good results.

She didn't quite understand before.

I understand a little now.

The soup was made by the cooks.

When Su Xingmian arrived at the cafeteria, two long tables had already been pushed together, with seven or eight enamel basins on them, steaming hot.

Old Sun, the cook, personally brought out a clay pot, lifted the lid, and steam billowed out.

Lamb bone and radish soup, with a few bright green leaves floating on top of the noodles.

Su Xingmian recognized him.

It's cilantro she grew herself.

Old Sun wiped his hands with his apron: "Comrade Su, Zhang Cuihua picked this cilantro from your field this morning. I didn't put too much in, afraid of wasting it."

Before she could even sit down, Wei Guodong poked half his head in from the doorway.

"You're back?"

"You're back, Uncle Wei."

"Okay." He shrank back, took two steps, then turned back, took a paper package out of his pocket, and placed it on the corner of the table.

"Dried jujubes, soaked in water to make tea."

Finished talking and left.

Little Zhao came running in, stood at attention, and said, "Sister-in-law, I've watered the vegetable garden these past few days without fail!"

Su Xingmian nodded: "Thank you for your hard work."

Xiao Zhao chuckled and retreated to the back.

Old Zhang, the logistics guy, passed by the window but didn't come in. He just called out, "Comrade Su! The materials for your cold frame have arrived. I'll deliver them to you this afternoon!"

There was a lot of noise in the canteen; enamel bowls clattered together as Zhang Cuihua and Zhao Hongmei nearly bumped into each other while vying to scoop soup.

Fang Lan sat next to Su Xingmian and put a piece of stewed radish into her bowl.

Su Xingmian lowered her head and took a sip.

The lamb bones were simmered for a long time, resulting in a thick, white broth, and the radish melted in the mouth.

The cilantro leaves are small and thick, and when chewed, they have a familiar, fresh, herbal aroma.

She looked up and glanced around.

Zhou Bingheng sat opposite, listening to what Liang Jin was saying.

When she looked over, he glanced up.

The two people faced each other across a table of food.

He pushed the braised pork towards her.

Su Xingmian picked up a piece of food with her chopsticks and put it in her mouth.

smell good.

……

night.

Zhou Bingheng came out of the kitchen, his hands still covered in soot from adding coal. He wiped them with a damp cloth at the door and closed it.

Su Xingmian lay on the pillow, only showing half of her face as she looked at him.

"elder brother."

"Um."

"The bed in the guesthouse is cold. Without you to warm my hands and feet..."

She pulled her hand out from under the covers and waved her fingers in the air.

"I haven't slept well for a single minute in five days."

That statement is at least 70% exaggerated.

It wasn't that she wasn't sleeping well; it was that every night she would release her demonic power a kilometer away, searching for his heartbeat along the underground root system.

Zhou Bingheng looked down at her outstretched hand.

My fingertips were white with a bluish tinge, and they were definitely cooler than usual.

"You've suffered."

He clenched his hand in his palm, then covered it with his other hand, enveloping it.

Su Xingmian moved closer to him, snuggling up to his side with her head resting against his chest.

"elder brother."

"Um."

You owe me a kiss.

Zhou Bingheng did not move.

Su Xingmian counted on her fingers: "You said I could kiss you once a day. I was locked up in the guesthouse for five days, so I'm short five. I haven't received today's kiss yet."

She looked up.

Six.

Zhou Bingheng looked at her.

With a spoiled and pampered look on her face, she asked him for a kiss with a perfectly justified air.

There was no restraint.

He lowered his head, cupped the back of her head with his hand, and leaned down.

The moment her lips pressed against his, a warm sensation surged through Su Xingmian's meridians.

It is a meritorious deed.

But she wasn't in the mood for good deeds today.

Because today's kiss was so deep, even when my tongue was numb, I didn't let her go.

My brain felt a little oxygen-deprived, and tears welled up in the corners of my eyes.

Su Xingmian's body temperature began to spike.

The fragrance of flowers seeped from beneath her skin, filling the entire kang (heated brick bed).

Two figures were intertwined on the kang (a heated brick bed).

In the courtyard, the sharp thorns of the variegated night-blooming cereus had all flattened, swaying gently in the night breeze.

The same night wind blew past the windows of the division commander's family compound, three alleys away.

Han Yuzhi screamed, "Qingqing! Why are you vomiting blood!"

Song Qingqing raised her head, her face as white as paper, with blood still clinging to the corner of her mouth.

The mechanical voice in my head is going crazy.

[Warning: The deviation from the core strategy path has exceeded the critical threshold. The investigation team has revoked all unfavorable conclusions against Su Xingmian. The backlash has escalated, and the damage to the host's bodily functions has intensified.]

Han Yuzhi grabbed Song Qingqing's shoulder, turned around, and shouted at the top of her lungs:

"Old Wu! Quickly call the army doctor! Qingqing is vomiting blood!"