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

The kitchen was filled with fumes.

Song Qingqing held the spatula and poured the evenly cut potato shreds into the pot.

With a sizzle, hot oil splashed up and burned her wrist.

She's been living in this gray-blue building for over half a month, doing all the laundry and cooking, obediently playing the role of a virtuous wife.

Footsteps sounded behind me.

Song Qingqing didn't turn around. She flipped the pan a couple of times with the spatula, and the shredded potatoes curled up in the oil.

"The potato shreds are cut well."

Jiang Shuo leaned against the wooden door frame of the kitchen.

Song Qingqing didn't stop moving.

"The food will be ready soon. You can go outside and wait."

Jiang Shuo walked over, picked up a piece of raw potato shreds from the stove behind her, and threw it directly into his mouth.

The crisp sound of chewing echoed in the cramped kitchen.

"You said Zhou Bingyuan died on the ninth day after surgery."

Song Qingqing's hands tensed slightly.

Today is the eleventh day.

The oil in the wok reached a temperature that caused it to smoke.

"He's alive."

Song Qingqing held the spatula in mid-air, staring at the blackened potato shreds tumbling in the pot, her mind buzzing.

[Detection in progress... Target Zhou Bingyuan's current life status: alive. Deviation from original plot point: 100%.]

[As the plot unfolds, the pills prepared by Su Xingmian have forcibly cleared the multiple infections, rendering the storyline concerning Zhou Bingyuan's death completely ineffective.]

Song Qingqing's throat was dry.

Jiang Shuo ignored the burnt food in the pot and continued talking.

"Not only is he alive, but he's also fully conscious. He's lying in a military hospital bed, giving me the coordinates of where the box fell into the sea, and asking people to retrieve it."

He slowly wiped his fingers.

"You were right about the precognitive dream you had the first time, regarding Old Zhao's situation. I gave you a chance and brought you in."

He took a step forward.

The kitchen wasn't big, and after this step, the distance between the two people was compressed to a point where it was hard to breathe.

"The second time, you used Zhou Bingyuan's death and that sealed box full of hydrological data as bargaining chips to exchange for your position as Mrs. Jiang."

"But Zhou Bingyuan didn't die."

Jiang Shuo stopped half a step behind her, looking at her with his eyes half-lowered, waiting for her to speak.

The oil in the pan sizzled and popped.

Song Qingqing put down the shovel and reached out to turn off the stove.

"Su Xingmian is a variable."

She turned around, pressed her body against the edge of the stove, and gripped the cold, hard tile surface with her fingers.

"This person wasn't in my precognitive dream. She wasn't at any point where she was supposed to appear. But she did appear, and she changed the outcome."

Jiang Shuo reached out and pinned her chin with his thumb and forefinger.

Song Qingqing's jawbone was being pinched, making a soft cracking sound.

She was forced to look up and meet his gaze.

Jiang Shuo was smiling, a gentle smile, with regular features, even handsome.

"Qingqing, let's settle some accounts."

His thumb brushed against the corner of her mouth, an intimate gesture.

"You marry me with a precognitive dream. I'll provide you with manpower, money, and resources, and take care of your needs. The condition is that your information is accurate."

"You're right about the first thing concerning Old Zhao. I'll accept that debt."

"You didn't say for sure about the second Zhou Bingyuan's life."

Song Qingqing's bones ached from being squeezed so hard, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"You said there was a variable that you couldn't have predicted."

Jiang Shuo has no intention of letting go.

"Sure. I can leave room for variables."

"But I don't accept this kind of behavior."

"When you gave me this information, you didn't tell me beforehand that it was subject to uncertainty."

"You sold it to me as if it were a 100% certain fact."

Jiang Shuo loosened his grip.

Song Qingqing's legs went weak and she almost fell to the ground, two red marks immediately appearing on her chin.

"To me, this kind of behavior is called deception. I hate deception the most."

Jiang Shuo straightened his cuffs.

He turned and walked out, stopping at the kitchen doorway.

Clean up the kitchen.

"Then go to the bedroom and wait for me."

Song Qingqing was left alone in the kitchen.

She stared at the charred potato shreds in the pot, her stomach churning, but she didn't even dare to gag.

Ten minutes later.

She scrubbed the pot clean, wiped the grease off the stove until it shone, and then took off her apron and hung it back on the hook.

Push open the bedroom door.

An hour later.

The bedroom curtains were drawn tightly shut, not letting in any light.

Song Qingqing huddled in the corner of the bed, her gray woolen skirt crumpled and rolled up at her waist.

Jiang Shuo leaned against the headboard on this side of the bed and lit a cigarette.

Smoke spread throughout the room.

There's something I need to let you know.

Song Qingqing tried her best to control her trembling voice.

Jiang Shuo exhaled a smoke ring. "Speak."

"In the future I see, Zhou Bingheng's wife is not Su Xingmian at all."

She hugged her knees with both arms, biting her lower lip until it bled.

"Originally, his wife was named Wu Qiuli. I orchestrated the marriage between Wu Qiuli and Liang Jin. You've investigated my background, so you should know this."

Jiang Shuo paused for a moment, his fingers holding the cigarette between his fingers.

"Su Xingmian appeared out of nowhere and married Zhou Bingheng."

"From then on, my precognitive dreams began to deviate in various ways."

"The biases are all concentrated on events in which she was involved."

Song Qingqing observed Jiang Shuo's expression in the dim light.

"Things that weren't her involvement, like the one involving Old Zhao, were predicted with absolute accuracy."

She moved forward half an inch.

"Jiang Shuo, she has serious problems. The reason I asked you to use your connections to submit the whistleblower letter wasn't just for my own personal grudge."

"She is the biggest destabilizing factor."

Jiang Shuo flicked his cigarette ash.

The spark fell to the ground and went dark.

Su Xingmian.

Su Yuanzhen's granddaughter.

That old woman from Pingxi Village, in order to save the old woman from the Zhou family, ruined his own grandmother's only hope of survival. His mother hated the Zhou and Su families more than anything in her life.

But Jiang Shuo didn't care about those old grudges; he only cared about tangible benefits.

The authorities were very protective of the Su family descendants; the confidential office directly issued a letter to halt the investigation. He already knew which other powerful figures were backing the Zhou family.

This is also why he took a step back.

Jiang Shuo reached out and grabbed Song Qingqing's chin, forcing her closer.

He lowered his head and gently bit her bitten lip.

It had a faint smell of blood.

"You mean, Su Xingmian is hiding secrets beyond your expectations?"

Song Qingqing nodded in response to his force.

"It's not that my dream is inaccurate. It's that she herself shouldn't exist in the stories we know. She is a systemic variable."

"As long as she gets involved, all the predetermined endings can be overturned at any time."

Jiang Shuo released her, a low chuckle escaping his throat.

"interesting."

Seeing the dangerous glint in his eyes, Song Qingqing knew that this madman had finally set his sights on Su Xingmian.

The method of diverting disaster eastward worked. But it wasn't enough.

"Although Zhou Bingyuan's life was saved, the matter was not completely over."

Song Qingqing continued speaking in one breath.

"The box containing the hydrological data is still on the seabed."

"It won't grow legs and float to the surface just because Zhou Bingyuan comes back to life."

"If the Navy wants to organize a large-scale salvage operation, it needs to deploy deep-sea operation equipment and conduct various demonstrations and approvals, which requires a lot of preparation time."

"Although Zhou Bingyuan provided the approximate coordinates, the time difference is enough for you to intercept the deal in advance."

"As long as you get there before the Zhou family and retrieve that box."

"The lifeline of the navy in the South China Sea still rests in your hands."

Jiang Shuo shoved the cigarette butt into the ashtray on the bedside table and crushed it forcefully.

He stared intently at the woman huddled in the corner of the bed, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.

"Qingqing, you are indeed very smart."

He reached out and tidied her messy hair.

"Quick to react, and ruthless enough."

"That's why I'm willing to marry you and give you chances again and again."

Song Qingqing didn't dare to dodge, and only returned a dry smile.

Jiang Shuo got out of bed, opened the wardrobe, and picked out a brand new dark coat.

Song Qingqing sat on the bed without moving.

Jiang Shuo fastened the last button on his collar.

"Pack your things."

Song Qingqing was taken aback, wondering what he was going to do next.

"Come with me to the South China Sea tomorrow."

He was prepared; her words were superfluous, but they still pleased him.

She is safe for now.

Jiang Shuo straightened his cuffs, his tone nonchalant.

"Let's go see for ourselves whether the Zhou family gets the box first, or whether we'll be the first to eat the meat."

He glanced at Song Qingqing.

"While you're at it, go and meet that variable who can even disrupt your dreams."

Song Qingqing's fingers, which were gripping the bed sheet, suddenly clenched tightly.

Is Su Xingmian also going to the South China Sea?

She's going to the South China Sea too? Su Xingmian is going too?

That debt brought from Helan Mountain finally has a chance to be settled.