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

The door to the sanitation team's duty room was pushed open, and Zhou Bingwen walked in, clutching the lab report.

He glanced at the data on the form, then looked at Song Qingqing on the bed.

Yesterday, he was so sick that his liver and kidney functions were collapsing, and he was vomiting blood as if he were about to have his death. Now, apart from being weak, all his vital signs have actually stabilized.

There is no medical explanation for this.

Song Qingqing leaned against the hard headboard, her face pale, but her breathing was steady.

Just half an hour ago, she gritted her teeth and used up all the remaining points in the system to exchange for a basic repair potion, forcibly suppressing the backlash that was on the verge of collapse.

"Bingwen, am I alright?"

Her voice was weak.

Zhou Bingwen crumpled the stethoscope into a ball and casually stuffed it into the pocket of his white coat.

"He won't die for now."

He left the lab report face down on the table without showing it to her.

"Your illness is not mentioned in any medical book in the world."

He left after saying that.

His footsteps faded into the distance in the corridor, and the duty room fell silent.

Before Song Qingqing could even catch her breath, a nurse peeked in from the doorway and said that the division's switchboard had transferred a long-distance call.

Song Qingqing took the microphone.

"Hello, Dad."

She assumed it was a call from her family offering condolences, so she deliberately softened her voice.

"Don't call me Dad!"

On the other end of the phone came Song's father's angry roar, each word bursting out.

"What horrific mess have you gotten yourself into? Zhou Bangcheng and Xiao Mingyuan showed up at our door early this morning and sat in our living room all morning!"

Song Qingqing gripped the microphone tightly, her knuckles aching from the pressure.

"He drank four pots of tea, and his words were full of subtle criticism."

Song's father lowered his voice even further, carrying a sense of humiliation as if someone had stepped on his neck.

"They even called my office! Do you know how I can face my colleagues now? You've completely disgraced the Song family!"

"Dad, let me explain, it's not what you think..."

"explain?"

Mr. Song sneered and cut her off.

"We already had a meeting at home."

"From today onwards, you have absolutely no connection with the Song family. Even if you die out there, don't call home!"

Before he could finish speaking, a commotion of fighting came through the receiver.

"Sister, you've finally met your match."

Song Ningning's voice came through the receiver.

"Aren't you the smartest? Haven't you always been one step ahead of me since we were kids?"

Her laughter was soft and delicate, like a small knife stabbing into someone's soft flesh.

"How come we can't even beat a village girl from the countryside in the far northwest?"

"Shut up!"

Song Qingqing's eyes reddened, and her voice rang out at the top of her lungs.

"Dad said that everything in the house will belong to me from now on."

Song Ningning's tone was sickeningly sweet.

"Don't worry about me, just take good care of yourself out there, sister."

Click.

Only a dial tone remained in the receiver.

Song Qingqing held the microphone, her whole body trembling, and a metallic taste rose in her throat again.

When she put the microphone back, her hand trembled so much that she touched it twice before hanging up.

[Warning: Your heart rate has spiked abnormally. Please adjust your breathing immediately to prevent further adverse effects.]

The system's mechanical voice was ringing in her head, but she couldn't hear it at all.

My chest felt like it was stuffed with cotton, and my internal organs were aching.

But this is not the end.

Song Qingqing dragged her weak legs back to the family compound. Before she could even drink a sip of hot water, her uncle called her into the study.

The door was locked from the inside.

The division commander stood by the window with his hands behind his back, and on the table was the document that Zhou Bingheng had prepared and submitted.

The division commander turned around, his facial muscles tense, and his gaze swept over Song Qingqing from top to bottom.

"Qingqing, tell me about what happened on the train first."

He pointed to the file folder.

"You took Su Xingmian off the train at Dinghe Station, and she was eventually taken away by human traffickers."

"You escaped."

"The direction you pointed to the search and rescue team was 130 degrees off from the actual direction."

He paused.

"How do you explain this?"

Song Qingqing's tears fell in large drops.

"Uncle... I was knocked unconscious. When I woke up, my head was spinning and I was completely disoriented."

She cried so hard she couldn't breathe, her shoulders heaving.

"That entire Gobi Desert is made up of the same sand; in the middle of the night, I really couldn't tell them apart..."

"I didn't mean to, I was just too scared..."

The division commander remained silent, his expression unchanged.

He then posed a second question.

"That letter of complaint from Pingxi Village, was it you who reported Su Xingmian?"

Song Qingqing's crying stopped abruptly.

The system's voice sounded in my head at just the right moment.

[Host, it is suggested that you acknowledge some minor facts in exchange for trust. Package your core objective as a personal emotional act. This will reduce the other party's hostility.]

When Song Qingqing met her uncle's gaze, her heart skipped a beat.

The Song family no longer wants her.

She absolutely cannot lose her uncle, her last source of support.

Song Qingqing bent her knees and knelt straight on the cold cement floor.

"uncle."

She looked up, her face streaked with tears, her voice hoarse.

"I like Zhou Bingheng."

The division commander stood frozen in place.

"I know it's embarrassing."

Song Qingqing took a breath, tears and snot smearing half her face.

"But I can't control myself. Of all the men I've ever met in my life, none have been like him."

"He got married, and I couldn't get over it, so I made a mistake."

She raised her hand and wiped her face haphazardly.

"I investigated Su Xingmian's background because I felt her origins were questionable. It's unfair for someone with unknown parents to marry into the Zhou family."

"I admit I had selfish motives."

She knelt on the ground, her voice growing softer and softer.

"But Uncle, look at her medical records—abnormal body temperature, other people becoming paralyzed for unknown reasons. Shouldn't these things be investigated?"

The division commander looked at his niece kneeling on the ground without saying a word.

His fist clenched and then unclenched, revealing the turmoil churning within him.

Outside the door, Han Yuzhi could no longer listen and pushed the door open, barging in.

Seeing her niece, whom she had raised like her own daughter, kneeling on the ground with a pale face, Han Yuzhi felt heartbroken.

"Old Wu, what's wrong with you? You're having a fit of hysteria."

Han Yuzhi rushed over and held the person tightly in her arms, pointing her finger at the division commander's nose.

"Qingqing just crawled back from the brink of death, she just vomited blood! Why can't you talk things out properly instead of driving the child to the brink of death?"

"Look what she's done!"

The division commander pointed to the materials on the table.

"Zhou Bingheng slammed the materials on my desk, but she didn't completely break off relations; that's because she was saving face for me. If I protected her, how could I ever hold my head up in front of the entire division again?"

"Qingqing herself was almost kidnapped by human traffickers! What happened if she was frightened in the middle of the night and gave the wrong directions?"

Han Yuzhi raised her voice extremely high.

"Besides, Commissar Zhou's wife is still perfectly healthy and has cleared her name. Why should all the blame be placed on Qingqing?"

She held Song Qingqing even tighter.

"What's wrong with a perfectly innocent young woman liking someone? What military law did she break? She thinks Su Xingmian has a problem, and reporting him is for the sake of the organization's safety!"

"Now you're turning around and judging our own people for the sake of others?"

Han Yuzhi's voice was trembling.

"Are you even the child's uncle anymore?!"

The division commander looked at his unreasonable wife, and then at his niece kneeling on the ground, trembling with sobs, and felt a wave of helplessness wash over him.

He knew very well that once Zhou Bingheng's report was submitted, Song Qingqing's life would be ruined.

The division commander grabbed the white porcelain teacup from the table and smashed it heavily on the blue brick floor.

Broken porcelain shards and hot water splattered all over the floor.

"Shut up! A doting mother spoils her son!"

The division commander roared, silencing the entire room.

The division commander pointed at Song Qingqing and issued an ultimatum.

"Starting today, all your work in the medical team is suspended. You are to stay home obediently, not going anywhere, and especially not approaching Political Commissar Zhou or Su Xingmian!"

Han Yuzhi wanted to argue, but the division commander glared at her.

"Don't try to smooth things over."

"Immediately find her a husband, no matter what the conditions are, marry her off as soon as possible and put an end to her inappropriate thoughts!"

"If she causes any more trouble, I'll personally take her to a military court!"

Song Qingqing buried her head in Han Yuzhi's arms, biting her lower lip hard, and tasted the blood.

"I'll listen to my uncle."