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

The two boats were 200 meters apart outside Guijianchou.

On the speedboat deck, two sailors had already wrapped the metal box in three layers of waterproof tarpaulin and tied it with five ropes.

The older one moved a folding chair and sat down next to him, watching like he was guarding a vault.

The white yacht opposite was much larger, with about twenty people standing on its deck.

The flag of the joint command is still hanging on the mast.

The yacht signaled with flags to request a phone call.

Zhou Bingheng reached out and buttoned up his top button.

"Since they're being so polite, we shouldn't be impolite. Let's accept it."

The communication channel is open.

"Political Commissar Zhou, I didn't expect to run into you here."

Jiang Shuo's voice came through the walkie-talkie, unhurried and calm, as if he were entertaining guests in his own tea room.

"I heard that Commander Zhou is feeling much better? On behalf of the joint command, I would like to express my condolences."

Zhou Bingheng picked up the walkie-talkie and chuckled.

"Director Jiang, you're too kind. My brother is recovering well, thank you for your concern. I'm here with his family to visit him; it's her first time on an island, and she said she wanted to see the sea."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the walkie-talkie.

"Political Commissar Zhou really dotes on his wife. However, the seas here are rough, so it's not really suitable for sightseeing."

"I'll send a liaison boat over in a bit to pick you up and have a seat. The boat has heating, so the conditions are better."

"No need to trouble yourself."

Zhou Bingheng spoke in a very gentle and amicable tone.

"We'll just stay on the perimeter for a while and won't disturb the joint command's official operations."

"We understand the rules we need to follow."

The last six words were spoken with a hidden force.

The joint command's approval only authorizes operations in specific sea areas.

The Independent Regiment's search and rescue boats were driven to the outer perimeter, already crossing the red line.

This means you shouldn't take any further steps forward.

There was another second of silence on the other end.

Jiang Shuo chuckled softly.

"Political Commissar Zhou's speeches are always impeccable. Let's not beat around the bush."

He paused for a moment.

"You found the box, congratulations. Was it brought up by ocean currents? You're lucky."

The last four words were pronounced very lightly, but the meaning was strong.

Zhou Bingheng rested his thumb on the walkie-talkie button, not in a hurry to reply.

He glanced towards the cabin.

Wrapped up in two layers of coats, Su Xingmian huddled in a corner, her face pale, but she was still peering in this direction.

He looked away and pressed the call button.

"yes."

His voice carried a hint of laughter.

"My wife is a lucky charm for her husband."

There was a full three seconds of silence on the other end of the walkie-talkie.

"...Political Commissar Zhou is really joking."

Jiang Shuo's last note tightened by half a tone.

"Let's talk again when we get back on land."

Communication was lost.

Zhou Bingheng put down the walkie-talkie, turned around and went into the cabin, his smile completely gone.

Su Xingmian's eyes were dull and gray, lacking their usual brightness.

Zhou Bingheng squatted down.

He reached under her coat and grabbed both of her hands, wrapping them in his palms.

His thumb began to grind over her stiff, cold fingers, joint by joint.

Thirty-three degrees.

Su Xingmian gave a muffled "hmm".

"Don't push yourself like that next time."

She didn't say anything.

Zhou Bingheng increased the pressure when rubbing her fingers.

He is a soldier.

The eldest brother almost lost his life for this box; it represents the hard work of hundreds of people over eight months and the country's bottom line in the South China Sea.

He knew better than anyone how important that was.

But now he looks at the flower in his arms, a tyrant flower that he brought from the dry Gobi Desert of Helan Mountain to the salty island, where it has overdrawn its demonic power to thirty-three degrees.

He said something a soldier shouldn't say.

"No matter how important the box is, it's not as important as you."

Su Xingmian blinked.

She sensed the weight of those words.

Her brother felt sorry for her.

Su Xingmian peeked her face out from under her coat collar.

She didn't like beating around the bush when dealing with an old fox.

Moreover, he already knew he wasn't human.

There's nothing you can't say in front of him.

"Brother, I'm not stupid."

She grasped his hand in return.

"I did it for the sake of merit."

Zhou Bingheng paused for a moment.

"You said the box is very important to the country. Then if I find the box, Heaven will reward me for my good deeds."

She stared at him.

"I need to accumulate lots and lots of good deeds. Once I've accumulated enough, I'll be able to see my grandmother again."

Zhou Bingheng's fingers unconsciously tightened.

He remembered her saying that.

After Grandma attains enlightenment, for them to meet again, the flower bud must bloom to the eighth level.

The amount of merit required for a flower to bloom with eight petals is far more than what can be accumulated by planting hundreds of acres of vegetables.

Su Xingmian didn't stop.

"There's another reason."

Her tone changed, taking on a intensity that Zhou Bingheng had only ever seen in her when she was possessive of her food.

"That woman, Song Qingqing, is trying to steal you from me."

"I won't let her have her way."

"You are mine."

Four words: clean and tidy, righteous and confident.

How could Zhou Bingheng not be moved by her?

He reached out and pinched the tip of her nose; it was cool.

"Tell me in advance next time. Don't make me worry so much."

Su Xingmian nodded obediently.

"it is good."

After ordering, I immediately moved closer to him.

"elder brother."

"Um."

"I want to eat seafood."

A crack appeared in Zhou Bingheng's expression.

Su Xingmian spoke with righteous indignation and stern words.

"When I grew up in Pingxi Village, it was very far from the sea, and my grandmother never took me to the beach. I had only seen pictures of crabs and shrimp in books, and I always wanted to taste what they were like."

A body temperature of 33 degrees Celsius.

I just used up all my demonic power.

Now open your mouth and ask him for seafood.

Zhou Bingheng remained silent for two seconds.

He reached out and pulled her, along with her two coats, into his arms.

"Okay. I'll make it for you when we get back."

By the time the speedboat docked, the news had already spread across the pier.

The older sailor was the first to jump ashore, shouting to the shore.

Several naval soldiers on duty swarmed around to help move the metal crates.

Zhou Bingheng half-supported, half-carried Su Xingmian off the boat.

A sea breeze blew, and she shivered, shrinking closer into his arm.

A young soldier passing by saw her condition and felt a pang of sympathy.

"Are you seasick, sister-in-law? I'll have the kitchen bring you a bowl of ginger soup!"

Zhou Bingheng answered for her.

"Thank you, but she might prefer seafood."

The young soldier paused for a moment, then patted his chest.

"Don't worry, sister-in-law, there are plenty of crabs in the crevices of the rocks under the pier. It's best to catch them at low tide in the evening. As for shrimp, I'll take a net to the east side to catch some for you. Last time, Old Chen caught two big sea snails there..."

Before he could finish speaking, three more people appeared beside him.

"Sister-in-law, would you like some fish? We have fishing rods!"

"How about grouper? I saw one lying on the rocks the other day, it was huge—"

"Eat as much as you want, sister-in-law! Seafood is plentiful on the islands, I'll get it!"

Su Xingmian, wrapped in a coat with only half her face showing, nodded to them.

"Thanks."

His voice was weak, but very earnest.

The four soldiers scattered in a shout.

Zhou Bingheng helped her walk towards the hospital.

"You're so lucky, even seafood gets delivered to your door."

Su Xingmian nestled in his arms.

"Brother, are there coconuts on this island?"

"have."

"Then cut one for me, I want to drink coconut water."

Zhou Bingheng didn't say anything, but tightened his arm around her by half an inch.

Thirty-three degrees.

When we arrived at the hospital, the third child's temperature had to be taken first.

If his mother found out, she'd snap his neck.

……

Three hundred nautical miles away.

The white yacht sped back, the spray from its sluice gates splashing against the second-floor bulkhead.

Jiang Shuo sat in the armchair in the command cabin, his fingers rhythmically tapping the metal armrest.

The imported deep-sea diving equipment, worth millions, has been declared scrapped.

The recovery capsule was empty.

His trusted confidant knelt on the deck, frantically making phone calls to find someone to clean up the mess.

Song Qingqing pushed the door open and came in, standing by the door without daring to move.

Jiang Shuo stopped banging.

"The box was submerged in seawater for more than ten days. No matter how good the sealing material is, it's still unknown whether water got inside or if the data was damaged."

His speaking speed remained the same, just like when he was chatting casually.

"If the data is intact, the Zhou family wins a round. If the data is damaged, Zhou Bingyuan will be unable to escape the charge of losing national strategic materials."

He changed his sitting posture.

I didn't lose.

Song Qingqing opened her mouth, but ultimately didn't dare to respond.

Jiang Shuo stood up and straightened the collar of his coat.

"I'm not in a hurry to go back to Beijing. I want to meet Mrs. Zhou, who is said to bring good fortune to her husband."