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

A two-story gray-blue building in the western suburbs of Beijing.

The study on the second floor was heated, and the strong scent of sandalwood filled the air, making it feel stuffy.

Jiang Shuo sat behind a large mahogany desk.

He was wearing a gray-blue sweater, with the cuffs casually rolled up to his forearms, revealing a mechanical watch.

He didn't even glance at the three intelligence summaries presented to him from different sources.

Song Qingqing, wearing a silk nightgown, sat in Jiang Shuo's lap, not daring to even breathe loudly.

She's been married into the family for three days.

In these three days, she fully experienced this man's methods.

The word "mad dog" is far from enough to describe the terror of Jiangshuo.

To survive by this man's side and gain the resources to repair her ruined body, she had to play her most valuable cards.

Song Qingqing spoke directly without any preamble.

"A super typhoon hit the South China Sea on November 11th."

Jiang Shuo stopped tapping his fingers on the table.

"Zhou Bingyuan, the eldest son of the Zhou family, was leading a frigate back to port when it encountered a typhoon, and the ship was severely damaged. He was directing rescue efforts from the deck when he was struck by a broken crane boom."

"Three ribs were broken, puncturing the pleura, and the spleen was ruptured."

Each word was pronounced extremely clearly.

This information came from the original book's plot provided by the system in her mind.

Jiang Shuo didn't say anything, but put his arm around her waist, signaling her to continue.

"In my dream, he didn't make it."

"He had a persistent high fever after emergency surgery and died nine days later from multiple organ failure caused by abdominal infection."

The hand on her waist suddenly tightened, with tremendous force, pinching her so hard it hurt her bones.

Song Qingqing resisted the urge to dodge and continued to throw out her most important bargaining chip.

"Zhou Bingyuan's mission this time was to escort a batch of hydrological survey data from the South China Sea back to Hong Kong. The data was packed in a specially made waterproof sealed box, numbered 'South Survey-07-A'."

"When the typhoon made landfall, the box fell into the sea. The point of impact was 80 to 120 meters outside the port side of the frigate's position, at a depth of 60 to 80 meters."

The study was completely quiet.

Jiang Shuo knew better than anyone how important this batch of surveying data was.

If this data is recovered, whoever gets their hands on it will hold the key to the South China Sea shipping lanes.

Jiang Shuo loosened his grip on her waist.

He looked at the face with light makeup.

That's incredibly detailed.

The specific date, details of the injuries, the box number, and even the coordinates and depth of the fall into the sea are included.

He reached out and pinched Song Qingqing's chin, forcing her to tilt her head back, and pressed down hard on her chin.

It didn't really count as a kiss.

With a kind of venting brutality, it directly took away all her breath.

Song Qingqing was forced to endure it.

……

Half an hour later.

Three intelligence reports were scattered on the floor of the mahogany desk.

Song Qingqing collapsed onto the table, panting heavily, her body completely broken.

Jiang Shuo picked up the documents from the ground and straightened his cuffs.

A thirty-five-year-old man, his breathing steady.

The intense lovemaking just now did not cause him to lose his composure in the slightest.

He reached out and turned Song Qingqing over on the table, his fingertips brushing against her flushed cheek.

"My Qingqing, you're so good."

The tone revealed the lavishness of a superior towards a pet.

Song Qingqing bit her lower lip, not daring to show any extra expression.

Jiang Shuo picked up the cool water next to the table, took a sip, and leaned against the edge of the desk.

"In the precognitive dream, what was the Zhou family's reaction after Zhou Bingyuan died?"

Ask casually.

Song Qingqing propped herself up on the table and sat up, catching her breath.

"The patriarch of the Zhou family, Zhou Zhenguo, was overwhelmed with grief and his health deteriorated rapidly. He was forced to step down from the core of power within six months."

"The eldest grandson's political legacy and connections were all transferred to the second son, Zhou Bingheng."

Jiang Shuo raised an eyebrow.

Song Qingqing quickly added.

"The Zhou family will weaken significantly in the short term, creating a huge vacuum period."

"But two years later, Zhou Bingheng will be promoted in an unstoppable manner, directly entering the core level, and then his path will be smooth sailing."

Jiang Shuo reached out and pressed his fingertips against a purplish bruise on her shoulder, pressing down hard.

Song Qingqing couldn't help but cry out.

"In other words, Zhou Bingyuan's death is a short-term wound for the Zhou family. But in the long run, it will be a catalyst."

He paused.

"They used the eldest grandson's life to pave the way for the second son."

Song Qingqing forced herself to nod, enduring the pain.

Jiang Shuo withdrew his hand.

"So you mean I'll retrieve that box?"

Song Qingqing nodded again and followed his instructions.

"Give the data in the box to the right person in the Navy, and let the Jiang family act as a go-between."

"The Zhou family has lost its eldest son and its core contributors. It has suffered heavy losses in the short term and is absolutely powerless to fight back."

"And your Jiang family can take this opportunity to drive the hardest nail into the naval system."

After listening, Jiang Shuo turned around and opened the drawer.

The black-covered notebook was turned to one of the pages.

"The precognitive dream you gave me last time, that Old Zhao from the Ministry of Industry would have his old grievances brought up and be reported at a plenary meeting, and he almost lost his position."

Song Qingqing's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately replied.

"I said he would be caught red-handed, but in the end someone stepped in to save him."

Jiang Shuo closed the notebook.

"You're right. Old Zhao is one of my men. I gave him advance notice, and he's completely unharmed."

He walked around the desk and stood in front of her.

"You've passed one hurdle."

Looking down from a high vantage point.

"But the South China Sea issue has a greater impact and is easier to verify."

"You said Zhou Bingyuan died on the ninth day after surgery. This news will reach the capital in as little as forty-eight hours."

He raised his hand and tucked her loose hair behind her ear.

"If I receive confirmation that the eldest son of the Zhou family is dead within forty-eight hours."

I kissed her on the forehead.

"Qingqing, from this day forward, you are the rightful mistress of the Jiang family. I will personally take you to meet my mother."

He raised his chin, gesturing towards the study door.

"Sweetie, you'll sleep alone tonight."

Song Qingqing got off the table, picked up her nightgown from the floor, and put it on.

He made sure to close the study door behind him, and didn't close the bedroom door until he returned.

She slid down the door panel and sat on the ground.

"system."

She shouted in her mind.

"Can you get information about the situation in the South China Sea? What's the current state of Zhou Bingyuan?"

A mechanical sound rang out.

[Host, the system's energy has been reduced to 50%, making it unable to conduct remote information tracking of the South China Sea region.]

Song Qingqing dug her fingernails into her palm.

Useless.

There is never enough energy.

This put her completely at a disadvantage in front of Jiang Shuo; there wasn't a single gap in that man's body that she could squeeze into.

All tenderness is a test laced with poison.

She got up from the floor, threw herself into the bed, and grabbed the corner of the blanket tightly.

This precognitive dream will not cause any problems.

The original book clearly states in black and white that Zhou Bingyuan died on the ninth day after surgery due to abdominal infection and multiple organ failure.

This is a predetermined plot point.

No one can change that.

unless.

A face suddenly flashed through my mind.

That woman who was clearly just a passerby, yet she repeatedly drove her and the system to the brink of despair.

impossible.

Su Xingmian is thousands of kilometers away in the far northwest.

Even if she has some strange abilities, it's absolutely impossible for her to influence life and death on islands in the South China Sea from 3,000 kilometers away.

She had never even met Zhou Bingyuan.

Song Qingqing buried her face in the pillow.

The typhoon made landfall on November 11th.

Today is November 14th.

It was the ninth day since Zhou Bingyuan died in the original book.

Five days left.

Five days later, the Zhou family mourned the death of their eldest grandson, and she officially became the wife of the Jiang family.

Song Qingqing turned over and stared at the ceiling.

Overwhelmed by the pleasure of revenge, she forcibly suppressed her unease and fell into a deep sleep.

……

At the same time.

South China Sea, a hospital in a garrison area on an island.

Fang Lan and Zhou Bingwen jumped off the military transport plane at three in the morning.

The airport runway was wet and smelled of the sea after the typhoon had passed.

Zhou Bingwen carried a medicine box filled with medicines on his back.

Fang Lan pressed tightly against the inside of her cotton-padded coat; the small copper box was right there, fastened securely with a safety pin, its wax seal softened by her body heat.