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"My sweet baby."

The sound was both distant and vivid, resonating deep within my mind.

Su Xingmian stood in the old courtyard of Pingxi Village, gazing ahead.

Last time she came, no matter how hard she ran, she couldn't close the distance.

This time she realized that running over was useless, so she stood quietly.

"grandmother."

A wave of sadness washed over her, and she cried out.

Grandma sat in that old rattan chair, smiling kindly.

The creaking and swaying sound of the rattan chair was so real, carrying the flavor of the old days of the past thirty years.

"You can hear me this time because you've become more capable."

Grandma reached out and touched the mother plant of the Queen of the Night flower, which was taller than a person.

"Only when our demonic power surpasses the seventh level can we, grandfather and grandson, truly communicate."

Su Xingmian took a step forward, her voice trembling.

"Grandma, are you...?"

"I have attained enlightenment."

Grandma took over the conversation, her tone incredibly calm.

"After I left, Heaven took me in. Now I am a part of it, the conscious part."

Grandma picked up the rough porcelain bowl and poured the golden honey water little by little onto the roots of the flowers.

Su Xingmian stood still and listened.

Grandma raised her head, a faint golden light shimmering in her eyes.

"That system isn't something that grew out of this land. It came from outside; it's a dirty thing."

Grandma speaks very frankly.

"It possessed that girl named Song Qingqing, scheming against Zhou Bingheng and the Zhou family. What was its purpose? To drain the fortune of our world."

"If our fortune is drained, our land will suffer natural disasters, people will scatter, and the country will decline."

Su Xingmian felt a chill run down her spine upon hearing this.

"The Way of Heaven is the will of this world itself. It is neither a god nor a Buddha. It has only one instinct, which is to protect its own world from being drained and killed by external forces."

"The system rewrote Zhou Bingheng's fate, allowing Song Qingqing to intervene. Heaven intervened and retaliated against the system, weakening its power. But Heaven itself was also severely damaged."

Grandma turned her head and looked at Su Xingmian's face.

"The Heavenly Dao is injured and needs to find a helper. This helper must be native to this place, have an extremely clean background, and possess sufficiently strong vitality."

"You've been rooted in this courtyard for thirty years. From a seed, you've blossomed into a spiritual flower. You are a child nurtured by this world itself."

Su Xingmian opened her mouth slightly, her throat felt blocked and she couldn't utter a single word.

"I never married in my life, and I traveled around practicing medicine, saving countless lives. All that merit would have been useless even if I were buried with you. But Heaven has forcibly exchanged all the merit I accumulated in my life for your life."

"Enlightening you was a deal I struck with the Heavenly Dao. I contributed merit, and it provided an exemption from the rules. You don't count as someone who became a spirit after the founding of the nation; you are a special case protected by the Heavenly Dao."

"My merging with the Dao after my death is also part of the deal. I become that conscious corner of the Heavenly Dao. The fact that you can hear the system's thoughts means I'm helping you."

Su Xingmian could no longer hold back, and tears streamed down her face.

Grandma sighed, reached into her bosom, and pulled out an object.

That was the shadow of a silver hairpin, with a giant hibiscus flower the size of a fingernail carved on the tip.

"This is the token of love I gave to your Grandpa Zhou back then. The real thing is still in his iron box in Beijing. What I have here is just a shadow of it."

She held up the shadow of the silver hairpin to Su Xingmian.

"Grandma never got married in her life. This hairpin should have been worn into the grave."

"Here you go."

"Live well for your grandmother, and love her well."

The hairpin's shadow fell between Su Xingmian's brows, instantly disappearing into the flower bud deep within her soul.

An indescribable force pressed down, enveloping her entire body.

"This is not just a thought, it's also a talisman."

"That system is scanning everywhere, so you should put this inside the flower bud. With it there, as long as you haven't opened the eighth layer of petals, even if that thing goes blind, it won't be able to tell you're a fairy."

Grandma pushed her away.

"Stop crying," Grandma said with a laugh, "Your husband is waiting outside. If you cry here, that boy's heart rate will spike to over a hundred."

"Your flower bud has nine layers of petals. Each time your demonic power undergoes a qualitative change, one layer will bloom. When the eighth layer is reached, we will meet again."

Go ahead, he's waiting for you.

The rattan chair, the rough porcelain bowl, the hibiscus flower, and even Grandma's smiling face shattered into countless points of light in an instant.

The dream is collapsing.

"Grandma! Wait, about the matter of having no heir..."

Su Xingmian wanted to ask the question that had been lingering in her mind for a long time.

It was too late; the surrounding area was swallowed up by the endless void.

When consciousness returned, the surroundings were enveloped in a thick, scalding warmth.

Su Xingmian opened her eyes.

As soon as her gaze focused, she saw Zhou Bingheng holding her wrist.

He lowered his head, his two long, slender fingers pressing steadily on her shin.

Outside was the windy pass at the foot of Helan Mountain in the middle of the night, and only a thin layer of moonlight could be seen through the glass car window.

The carriage should have been pitch black, but Zhou Bingheng could see clearly the soft downy hair on her face, and even the teardrops hanging at the corners of her eyes.

Not only could he see very clearly, but he could also hear the slightest sounds of the birch trees dozens of meters away being blown by the wind.

That act of giving back cleansed his body.

My body was infused with a domineering life force, and I felt like I had inexhaustible energy as soon as I tensed my muscles.

But he didn't show the slightest hint of emotion.

All his attention was focused on the girl in his arms.

"woke up?"

He released his hand from her pulse and wiped away the moisture from the corner of her eyes with his fingertips.

His voice was slightly hoarse.

"Why are you crying like this? Did you dream about your grandma?"

Su Xingmian sniffed and gave a muffled "hmm".

It took me a few seconds to recall what happened before I lost consciousness.

She regained consciousness and looked down to touch her hands and back.

There were no thorns. There was nothing left.

But he saw what she looked like after she went berserk.

She flinched and tried to back towards the car door.

Zhou Bingheng didn't give her any room to back down at all.

He wrapped his arm around her slender waist, pulled her over, and made her straddle his taut, long legs.

My whole being was locked in this incredibly safe and aggressive embrace.

"What are you hiding from?" he whispered in her ear.

Su Xingmian pressed against his chest.

It was a patch of raw, scalding flesh with no fabric to block it.

She remembered how her main penis had just burst out from her back and plunged fiercely into his chest.

"I...I stabbed you."

The little girl didn't dare to look up and meet his gaze; her fingers trembled as she touched his firm abs and chest.

"Where's the wound? It's covered in blood, isn't it...?"

It was smooth and warm, with firm muscles, and not a single scar could be found.

Zhou Bingheng grabbed her chin with his left hand, forcing her to raise her head.

"Brother, aren't you afraid of me?"

Her eyes were red-rimmed, and her voice was barely audible.

Zhou Bingheng did not answer.

He ran his right hand through her long hair, held the back of her head, and leaned over her.

This kiss was different from any other one.

There was no tenderness or affection, only unreasonable plunder and possession.

The lips were ravaged and crushed.

Su Xingmian's brain went on strike, and broken groans escaped from her throat.

The large hand that was resting on her back moved purposefully along the vertebral arteries of her spine.

That was where the main stem of the night-blooming cereus had just grown. A row of tiny red dots remained along the spine, indicating that it was not just a dream.

His fingertips rhythmically applied pressure to that smooth skin.

Friction, pressing.

Su Xingmian felt weak all over and was so breathless from the kisses, but he held her tightly without leaving any gaps.

When the fire was about to get out of control, Zhou Bingheng moved back half a distance.

The two of them touched forehead to forehead.

He listened to the little girl's disordered breathing, her voice hoarse, yet her tone was extremely slow and deliberate.

"I saw everything. I even counted every single thorn that grew on your body. Mrs. Zhou, after causing all this trouble, are you trying to renege on your promise?"

Su Xingmian snuggled into his arms, pressing her cheek against his hot chest, absorbing the reassuring and steady masculine scent.

"Brother, I miss you." Her voice was choked with tears.

Zhou Bingheng's hand continued to circle along her spine.

"How long have you been thinking about it?"

"From the moment you feel the division, you touch it, and you talk to it."

The hand resting on his back paused for half a second. Then, it resumed drawing circles.

"Brother, I won't renege on my debt, and you're not allowed to renege on yours either."

"Okay," he replied readily.

Su Xingmian sniffed, her words tumbling out incoherently.

"Brother, I'm not actually human."

"Brother, I am a flower."

"Brother, the Su Xingmian you usually hold is actually a 'Queen of the Night' flower that has been transformed into a flower."

As soon as he finished speaking, the carriage fell into an extremely brief silence.

Zhou Bingheng picked up his military overcoat and covered her bare back.

"I know. I've had this suspicion from the very beginning."

Su Xingmian paused in breathing.

"Grandma Su's medical practice manuscripts, on the last page in the bottom right corner, there are six words."

His kiss landed on the top of her head as a gesture of comfort.

"Xingmian is no ordinary person; treat him kindly."

The old fox revealed his long-hidden cards, speaking frankly and honestly.

"From the moment I saw those six words, I knew for sure that my little wife was not human."

"Little liar," he snorted.

Su Xingmian sat stiffly on his lap, her eyes wide open.

This man, who was usually unfathomable and always in control of everything, pulled her even deeper into his embrace.

"Su Xingmian, I have been a staunch materialist all my life."

"you are the only exception."

The cold wind from Helan Mountain lashed against the car windows.

Three thousand kilometers away.

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

The system in Song Qingqing's mind emitted a rattling, sawing noise.

Jiang Shuo looked at the disheveled woman beneath him, gripped her chin, and asked:

"What's wrong?"

Song Qingqing took a breath and answered:

"It's okay... You're amazing, I was just lost in thought."

Jiang Shuo gave her a suspicious look. "Continue."

"Mmm," Song Qingqing replied shyly.

While dealing with Jiang Shuo, she shouted in her mind.

"System, what do you mean by 'not found'? Didn't you say you detected abnormal energy?"

[Current assessment: This fluctuation is an abnormal rise and fall of the world's natural energy, and does not fall under any threat type identifiable by the system.]

Song Qingqing's back was sweating again.

Abnormal fluctuations in natural energy?

"System, are you sure Su Xingmian is 100% a native of this world?"

Yes. The test results remain unchanged.

Jiang Shuo enveloped her completely, speaking close to her ear.

"Who are you talking to?"

Song Qingqing wrapped her arms around his neck and forced a smile.

"No, you just hurt me, I mumbled something."

Jiang Shuo glanced at her for two seconds.

Tomorrow is the 19th.

He reached out and turned off the bedside lamp.

In the darkness, Song Qingqing stared at the ceiling with her eyes open.

What exactly is hidden within Su Xingmian that even the system cannot see through?