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

Late that night.

The lights in the family compound have been turned off.

Su Xingmian lay on the heated kang bed, her demonic power silently spreading out along the roots outside the courtyard wall.

The mechanical sounds came intermittently.

[The host's social support system has collapsed, ties with the Song family have been severed, career paths are closed, and the host is suspended and confined. Thirty-seven percent of bodily functions have been impaired. Current energy is only sufficient to maintain basic operations.]

Su Xingmian's eyelashes fluttered slightly.

[Activate backup plan. It is recommended that the host immediately change their target and marry Jiang Shuo, the main antagonist in the original book.]

Song Qingqing's voice was shrill and out of control: "Jiang Shuo? That crazy pervert? You want me to marry him?"

Su Xingmian raised an eyebrow. The big villain, Jiang Shuo?

Jiang Shuo's fortune is unique in that it can rival Zhou Bingheng's, and it is on the opposing side of the Zhou family.

[Once the host is bound to Jiang Shuo, not only will their damaged body be rapidly repaired, but their system energy will also be significantly replenished.]

At that time, all high-level items in the system shop will be unlocked.

[Jiang Shuo himself is extremely powerful and at the peak of his fortune. After the host marries into the Jiang family, she will have protection and resources.]

[As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood; when the time is right, we can still approach our target Zhou Bingheng again.]

There was no further movement from the other side.

After a long silence.

"Okay. I'll marry him."

Song Qingqing's inner monologue, clenched through her teeth, was heard.

"I'll make Zhou Bingheng regret this, I'll make Su Xingmian die!"

"Whether it's the Zhou family or the Song family, wait until I return to the capital. The day I come back, none of you will have an easy time."

In the courtyard, the wind rustled through the leaves of the jujube tree.

Su Xingmian lay on the kang (a heated brick bed), feeling the large amount of merit and warmth flowing into her meridians, and tugged at the corner of her mouth.

From the moment she left the guesthouse, her merits began to increase dramatically, growing day by day, and today they reached their peak.

A conspiracy to sabotage the system is really worthwhile, even more worthwhile than growing vegetables to save lives.

At this rate of merit accumulation, won't the day when sand onions are successfully promoted bring about another qualitative change in demonic power?

The bed was steaming hot, so she moved to the side and snuggled into Zhou Bingheng's arms.

Zhou Bingheng wasn't fast asleep, so he casually put his arm around her waist: "What's wrong?"

"elder brother."

Su Xingmian's voice rang out clearly in the darkness.

Do you know someone named Jiang Shuo?

The hand around her waist paused for a moment.

Zhou Bingheng pulled the corner of the blanket up and put his arm around her shoulder.

"The current head of the Jiang family is Jiang Hong, and Jiang Shuo is her son."

His voice was soft, carrying a calm, appraising quality.

"People in the compound call him 'Mad Dog'."

His large hand stroked down from the top of her head.

"The Jiang family was behind this whole affair, stirring things up."

"But don't worry, with me here, nothing will happen to you."

Su Xingmian scooted up and pressed herself against the hottest spot on his chest.

"Song Qingqing is going to marry this mad dog."

Zhou Bingheng's movements came to a complete stop.

He didn't ask where the news came from.

After a brief silence, he pulled the person closer to him.

"understood."

A few more seconds passed.

"I'm going to have tea with my superior first thing tomorrow morning."

Su Xingmian's lips curled up slightly, and she closed her eyes to sleep.

Her mother-in-law and brother-in-law were about to leave, and she was busy preparing things for them.

*

The next day, Zhou Bingheng ran back.

Su Xingmian was squatting in the yard dividing and loosening the soil around the night-blooming cereus when she heard footsteps at the alley entrance and knew something was wrong.

The old fox's pace is always steady, with each step measured in weight and distance, like a metronome.

Not today.

The courtyard gate was pushed open, and Zhou Bingheng stood on the threshold, his military uniform collar still buttoned up tightly, and his face showed no extra expression.

But his heart rate had already soared to 92.

Su Xingmian wiped the dirt off her hands on her trouser leg and stood up.

"elder brother?"

Zhou Bingheng didn't reply and walked straight towards the guesthouse.

"Come with me."

Inside the guesthouse, Fang Lan and Zhou Bingwen were packing their luggage to return to Beijing.

On the table were two jars of dried jujubes, a cloth bag of pills, and half a packet of vegetable seeds. Fang Lan smiled and stuffed things into her canvas bag.

While muttering about making soup for the old man when she got back, she was also thinking about who to give all these pills to.

Zhou Bingwen squatted on the ground tying up the first-aid kit, and there were also fresh vegetables he had secretly hidden in the bag.

He came here because he was really craving the vegetables his second sister-in-law grew; he wouldn't trade them for meat.

I just don't know if the fresh vegetables will still be edible if brought to Beijing.

No matter what, he was going to give it a try.

By the time his dad finishes planting the vegetables, who knows when he'll be able to eat them.

Just as he was lost in thought, the door opened.

Fang Lan looked up and saw the second brother, and smiled.

"Bingheng, why are you here now? Didn't you say it would be noon...?"

"Something happened to my older brother."

Four words.

Fang Lan smashed the jar of jujubes in her hand on the ground, and the jujubes rolled all over the ground.

Zhou Bingwen stood up, his head hitting the edge of the table, but he didn't make a sound.

"My brother's fleet was returning from a mission in the South China Sea when it encountered a super typhoon."

Zhou Bingheng uttered each word slowly, speaking at a pace half a beat slower than usual.

"He was directing the rescue of soldiers who had fallen into the water during the storm when he was struck by a broken crane boom and fell unconscious on the spot."

Fang Lan's legs went weak.

Zhou Bingwen grabbed her arm, his own hands trembling, but he still managed to help her sit up on the edge of the bed.

"How is your brother's injury?"

Zhou Bingwen's voice was very low, and his throat was tight.

"Three ribs were fractured, the right lung was contused with hemopneumothorax, and the spleen was ruptured. Emergency surgery has been performed."

Zhou Bingwen's eyes narrowed for a moment.

"Persistent high fever after surgery, indicating signs of infection."

Zhou Bingwen released Fang Lan's hand, walked around the room twice, and ran his hands through his hair, the spot where he had bumped his head was a little sore.

"Postoperative infection following spleen rupture... If it's sepsis caused by Gram-negative bacteria, what are the conditions at the island military hospital...?"

He cut off the second half of his sentence.

Fang Lan's body was trembling, but she didn't cry; her lips were just deathly pale.

She looked up at Zhou Bingheng.

"Was that a call from a dedicated line?"

"The political department of the island garrison area has also been notified from the capital."

Fang Lan propped herself up on the edge of the bed, her legs still weak. She leaned against the wall, her chest heaving heavily.

"I'll go."

"mom……"

"I'll go and watch over him."

Fang Lan's voice was hoarse, but not a single word was false.

"Bingwen, come with me, and take all the medicine you can find."

Zhou Bingwen was already rummaging through the medicine box.

He emptied everything out of the container and picked things out one by one.

"Gentamicin, chloramphenicol, the local medical team's stock... not enough, far from enough."

He turned to look at Zhou Bingheng.

"Second Brother, could you coordinate a batch of [items] at the Provincial Military Region General Hospital?"

"I'll think of a way."

Su Xingmian stood at the door without saying a word.

She looked at the three people in the room.

Fang Lan's hands were trembling, Zhou Bingwen's movements as he turned the medicine were fast and chaotic, and Zhou Bingheng stood by the window with his back taut as a straight line.

His heart rate was still rising, reaching 95.

The old fox has never done this before.

Su Xingmian turned and left the guesthouse, her steps quick.

She returned to her yard and went straight to her bedroom.

The thorns of the night-blooming cereus on the windowsill stood up as she passed by.