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Song family.

Song Ningning limped as she pushed open the courtyard gate.

The splinter was stuck deep in the sole of my foot, and every step I took was excruciatingly painful. Coupled with the anger I was bottling up inside, I felt like I was about to explode.

She pushed open the door to the main room.

Song Qingqing sat by the window flipping through a medical magazine without even looking up.

Song Ningning and her stepsister have never gotten along.

When her biological mother married into the Song family, Song Qingqing's biological mother had already died several years earlier.

However, Song Qingqing, relying on her status as the eldest daughter and the fact that her aunt had married a division commander, acted very arrogantly at home.

Song Ningning slammed her handbag onto the table.

"What are you looking at!"

"Song Qingqing, let me tell you, stop daydreaming!"

Song Qingqing paused in her page-turning motion.

"What's wrong with you?"

"The Zhou family's second son you've been so obsessed with already has a fiancée!"

Song Ningning sneered, her tone revealing the satisfaction of revenge.

"That girl is ten times prettier than you. The entire Zhou family protects her like the apple of their eye."

"Three days later, we set off to join the army in the Northwest."

"Your chances are over in this lifetime."

A corner of the magazine page was torn.

Song Qingqing tossed the magazine aside, stood up, and patted the hem of her skirt.

"You think you can marry into the Zhou family?"

Did the third son of the Zhou family even glance at you?

She took two steps without turning her head.

"You got scolded in front of everyone at the department store today, didn't you? I bet Aunt Fang wouldn't even bother to look at you."

Song Ningning's face turned pale.

"How did you know!"

"If the Song family has a daughter who marries into the Zhou family."

Song Qingqing turned her head to the side, her tone not harsh, but every word carried an overwhelming force.

"That person can only be me."

Song Ningning clenched her fists, her whole body trembling, but she couldn't find a single word to retort.

She hated Song Qingqing's attitude of having everything under her control.

"I'm not going to waste my breath on you, just you wait and see!"

She limped out, turning back to glare at him fiercely.

He slammed the door and left.

The moment the door closed, the composed facade on Song Qingqing's face shattered completely.

She walked to the dressing table and sat down, her hands supporting her on the tabletop, her shoulders tense.

"system!"

She shouted in her head.

【Host.】

"How long will it take for my body to fully recover?"

[Currently recovered to 85%, expected in two days.]

Two days, enough to get back to Northwest China.

She picked up the mirror.

She had almond-shaped eyes and peach-blossom cheeks in the mirror, and her skin was well-maintained.

In this day and age, she already has a top-notch appearance.

She transmigrated here with a child-rearing system.

There is only one mission: replace the original female lead, Wu Qiuli, and give birth to a child for the childless male lead, Zhou Bingheng, to complete the mission.

For this mission, she stayed at her aunt's house in the Northwest for three months, going to great lengths to break up the blind date between Zhou Bingheng and Wu Qiuli in the original book.

But that man...

Song Qingqing thought of Zhou Bingheng, and her fingers tightened around the mirror.

She went to his office under the pretext of delivering food. He took the lunchbox and said politely, "Thank you, Comrade Song. You don't need to trouble yourself in the future."

Not a single extra word.

At a military get-together, she deliberately splashed water on her clothes.

According to the usual procedure, he should take off his coat and hand it to him.

He then handed his coat to the elderly cook next to him who was shivering from the cold.

He turned to her with a smile and said, "Comrade Song, there are spare clothes in the division commander's family compound. I'll have someone send them to you."

Polite, appropriate, and impeccable.

She couldn't even find a reason to be angry.

It was precisely this composure that kept people at arm's length that made the thorn in her heart grow even deeper.

She had met many men, but none could compare to Zhou Bingheng in his military uniform buttoning up his top button.

She wouldn't allow anyone else to touch this man.

Not only did she fail to win him over, but her forceful intervention in the plot also backfired.

She had been feeling unwell, and her system energy had dropped to 60%.

Following the system's advice, she had no choice but to temporarily distance herself from the male and female leads and return to the capital from the Northwest to recuperate.

It was so difficult to get rid of Wu Qiuli.

Then Su Xingmian suddenly appeared.

Song Qingqing grabbed a handful of loose hair and asked in a low voice.

"System, I get rid of one, and another one comes. Will this never end?"

The plot has shifted slightly, and the appearance of unknown characters is normal fluctuation.

[Please continue the strategy as originally planned.]

Song Qingqing suppressed the panic in her heart.

"Who is this Su Xingmian?"

[No original plot details provided; this character is a minor character.]

[A rural resident with no surviving immediate family members, she was arranged to marry Zhou Bingheng, the target of her scheme, by the former head of the Zhou family.]

Threat Level: Low.

The threat level is low.

Song Qingqing picked up the enamel glass, took a sip of water, and suppressed her panic.

What kind of trouble can an orphan girl from the countryside with no family or connections cause?

Besides, she has a system.

"Has the setting that Zhou Bingheng has no heir changed?"

That's what she cares about most.

The core concept remains unchanged.

[In the original script, the male lead, Zhou Bingheng, was confirmed to be childless and without descendants.]

This setting is a fundamental rule of the world and will not change due to the intervention of random characters.

Song Qingqing was now completely relieved.

As long as the lineage remains unchanged, that's fine.

As long as Zhou Bingheng cannot have children.

The special physique provided by her system is the only solution.

No matter who he marries, he will ultimately need her.

She was confident that no one was more suitable for Zhou Bingheng than her.

Song Ningning said that Su Xingmian was ten times prettier than her.

Song Qingqing sneered. How much of what a fool says can be believed?

However, given her pride, she would never allow an ex-wife to exist.

Since it was Grandpa Zhou who arranged the marriage, it shouldn't make much difference to this country girl whether she marries the second or third son.

It seems we need to find a way to get her out of the game early.

Song Qingqing placed the mirror face down on the table.

This time, upon returning to Helan Mountain, she decided to stop at nothing.

Even if it means using unconventional methods, she will make Zhou Bingheng completely hers.

*

Zhou family.

Unaware that she was about to be tricked, Su Xingmian had just finished a phone call.

The entire Zhou family was bustling with activity.

Fang Lan squatted in front of the suitcase, pressing down the thick cotton-padded coats one by one.

Grandma Zhou stacked brown sugar and meat coupons on the dining table, counting them once and then counting them again if she wasn't sure.

Grandpa Zhou had already sent the necessary documents for the marriage application to the Northwest via express mail.

"Mianmian, the wind and sand are strong in the Northwest, aren't you afraid?"

The man's voice came through the receiver, traveling over two thousand kilometers on radio waves.

His voice is deep and gentle, and he speaks slowly and deliberately.

Su Xingmian held the telephone cord, circling it again and again with her fingertips.

"With my brother here, Mianmian isn't afraid."

Her voice was so soft and sweet that it gave her goosebumps.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

Then came a soft laugh.

It was very low, with a slightly drawn-out ending, as it came out of the receiver and brushed past her earlobe.

hang up the phone.

Su Xingmian pursed her lips.

The old fox has a voice that can quite bewitch demons.

She glanced at the Zhou family members behind her, who were busy at work.

Use the method Grandma taught me.

He mentally categorized and filed down the personality, weaknesses, and preferences of each member of the Zhou family.

Grandpa Zhou. His old wounds have been healed. He feels indebted to her and is her most reliable support.

Grandma Zhou. Kind and insightful, I truly love her, just stay close to her.

Mr. Zhou. A scholarly type, he loves flowers and plants; she owes him a pot of clivia.

Mrs. Zhou. The easiest one to win over; a little kindness and she's all on my side.

Zhou Bingwen. A devoted fan, capable and useful.

As for the old fox.

Su Xingmian narrowed her eyes and gently tapped her chin with her fingertip.

Just act cute. That's what Mom said.

As for that strange thing...

A flash of dark green light appeared in the depths of her eyes.

Not urgent.

Once she gets to the Northwest, she will definitely find it.

"Mom, the train tickets that my second brother asked someone to buy have arrived."

Zhou Bingwen poked half his body in through the doorway.

"Take your time packing, or you'll be in trouble if you can't take it all with you by the day after tomorrow."

"I know. Take good care of your second sister-in-law on the way. Less talk and more work."

Fang Lan didn't even look up, and stuffed a pair of cotton trousers into the box.

"Once we get there, hand the person over to the second-in-command personally. If even a single hair is missing, I'll hold you accountable."

"Don't worry, you don't need to tell me that."

Zhou Bingwen leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed, his tone tinged with helplessness.

"If even half a piece is missing, my second brother will beat me up."

Su Xingmian stood obediently beside Grandma Zhou, folding the tickets and certificates.

Three days later, in the Great Northwest.

Dry air, abundant sunshine, and vast land.

There's also a self-heating, black-hearted old fox.

She couldn't wait any longer.