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

The metal crates were moved from the dock into the conference room on the first floor of the garrison hospital.

When the waterproof tarpaulin was lifted, more than a dozen people in the room stood there stunned.

Political Commissar Xu circled the box twice.

The battalion commander's legs gave way and he sat down on a bench.

"I've been fucking... for fourteen days. Three search and rescue ships have taken turns going down to scan, and the sonar echo hasn't lasted more than ten seconds. You're telling me it just floated up like that?"

The sailors eagerly recounted what had happened.

"It was carried by the ocean current!"

"A huge clump of seaweed came up from the top and rammed directly into the side of the ship!"

"Old Chen and I were pulling the rope together, and it weighed over 300 pounds. We almost couldn't hold it up."

Political Commissar Xu raised his hand to interrupt, his gaze sweeping over the crowd and landing on the doorway.

Zhou Bingheng helped Su Xingmian sit down on a chair in the corner with one hand, and with the other hand he was pulling her coat up.

"Isn't your speedboat supposed to be five kilometers outskirts?"

Zhou Bingheng straightened his clothes, stood up straight, and turned around.

"The joint command restricted search and rescue operations, not passage. We were just taking our family out to sea for some fresh air and happened to be passing by."

Political Commissar Xu opened his mouth slightly.

"Just passing by?"

"Just passing by."

"exactly?"

"exactly."

The room was full of officers, all looking at each other.

The battalion commander got up from the bench, took three steps with his hands behind his back, then turned back and took three steps.

"Political Commissar Zhou, did you take your wife to the Sea God Temple?"

Zhou Bingheng did not respond to this.

Political Commissar Xu rummaged through the cabinet, pulled out a bottle of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor), poured himself a small cup, and downed it in one gulp.

For fourteen days, they were relegated to the sidelines as spectators by the Jiang family's imported equipment.

Xu Mingyuan, a soldier for twenty years, had never suffered such humiliation.

The box is back now.

It was snatched back from the Jiang family's mouth like a tiger's mouth.

No, it wasn't stolen; it was carried by ocean currents.

He held up the empty cup to Zhou Bingheng from a distance.

Zhou Bingheng returned a gentle smile.

Political Commissar Xu felt a lump in his throat.

I dare not think too much about it; if I think too much, I'll have to kowtow to this kid.

The messenger ran to the ward to report the news.

Three minutes later, heavy footsteps echoed down the corridor.

Zhou Bingyuan pushed open the door and came in.

He pressed his right hand against his ribs; the stitches hadn't been removed yet, and the nurses' calls from behind were useless.

He walked up to the box and pressed his palm against the lid.

The breath that had been hanging in his throat since he fell into a coma finally eased.

He swayed slightly, but Political Commissar Xu caught him.

"Who fished it out?"

The battalion commander quickly answered, "Political Commissar Zhou's wife was lucky; she took her sister-in-law out to sea, and the ocean currents washed the suitcases to the bottom of the ship!"

Zhou Bingyuan looked up, his gaze passing over the crowd and landing on Su Xingmian in the corner.

The little girl was drinking hot water from an enamel mug.

Fang Lan came downstairs at some point and stood beside her, one hand on her shoulder.

Zhou Bingyuan paused on her face for two seconds.

He was the regimental commander and had been operating in this sea area for eight years. He knew the hydrological conditions of the Ghost's Sorrow area all too well.

No ocean current there could carry the metal box stuck in the sixty-meter-deep trench to the surface.

He was about to ask something when he saw his second brother move half a step to the left, completely blocking his way.

Okay, he's guarding his food just like he did when he was a kid.

Zhou Bingyuan looked away; after all, they were family.

Zhou Bingwen rushed over from the kitchen carrying a bowl of fish soup, and then approached with a thermometer: "Second Sister-in-law, would you like to take my temperature?"

Su Xingmian obediently took it in her mouth.

Three minutes later, Zhou Bingwen pulled it out to check: "Thirty-four and a half degrees."

As soon as she finished speaking, Fang Lan, who had been silent all along, moved.

Zhou Bingheng was explaining the follow-up matters to Political Commissar Xu when he suddenly felt a dull pain in his ear.

Fang Lan grabbed his ear.

"Is this how you take care of your wife?"

My back stiffened for a moment.

"Mom, there are too many people..."

Fang Lan tightened her grip and twisted it another thirty degrees.

Zhou Bingheng immediately shut his mouth and lowered his head: "I was wrong."

All the officers in the room turned to look at the wall.

Zhou Bingyuan leaned against the table, his ribs aching, but he still managed to laugh.

Zhou Bingwen held the thermometer, making no attempt to hide the excitement on his face.

"Second brother, what year was the last time Mom twisted your ear? 1950, exactly twenty years ago."

Zhou Bingheng glanced at him sideways.

Zhou Bingwen's smile faded slightly, but he kept talking: "Who told you to trick me into stirring up a hornet's nest back then?"

Fang Lan ignored the third brother and increased the pressure on her wrist.

"What have I painstakingly told you?"

The man, who was over 1.8 meters tall, stood there with his head down, letting Fang Lan, who was 1.6 meters tall, twist his ear.

"A political commissar who earns 144 yuan a month can't even take good care of his own wife."

Fang Lan let go, her eyes red, and turned her face away.

Zhou Bingheng's ears turned bright red as he stood and admitted his mistake.

Su Xingmian sat in a chair, holding a coconut shell in both hands.

She found it fascinating to witness Zhou Bingheng having his ear twisted.

It looks good, and I want to learn how to make it.

Her eyes were bright, and she wasn't really trying to suppress the corners of her mouth.

Zhou Bingheng walked over and reached out to cover her eyes.

"Don't look."

Su Xingmian blinked twice under his palm.

His palms itched from the shaving of his eyelashes.

"You're not allowed to follow suit either."

Su Xingmian pursed her lips and nodded gently in his palm.

Her cheek muscles twitched, and she couldn't help but laugh.

Zhou Bingheng's fingers paused for a moment before he withdrew his hand.

Su Xingmian looked up at him; his skin was still fair, and that bright, sparkling quality had returned.

He drank a bowl of fish soup and three cups of hot water. Zhou Bingwen somehow managed to get two more coconuts.

The young soldier ran in, calling out, "The seafood set meal is here!"

Su Xingmian ate while taking her temperature again with the thermometer.

Thirty-five degrees two.

Fang Lan's complexion improved slightly.

By 4 p.m., Su Xingmian had eaten another half bowl of fish porridge, her body temperature had climbed back to 35.6 degrees Celsius, and the demonic power in her meridians had recovered to 70%.

But the good fortune never came.

Not right.

Logically speaking, the recovery of national strategic materials should be a significant achievement.

Su Xingmian frowned slightly.

As Su Xingmian was pondering, the conference room door was pushed open.

Political Commissar Xu and the battalion commander both looked grim.

The engineering corps has just conducted a preliminary inspection of the container using equipment.

The battalion commander held a list in his hand, his steps becoming heavier.

"The sealing layer has cracks."

The room fell silent.

The battalion commander placed the list on the table.

"The lower right corner of the container was hit, and the outer shell deformed and squeezed the inner lining. There are two cracks in the inner rubber sealing strip, the longest of which is four centimeters. Preliminary judgment is that seawater has seeped in."

Zhou Bingyuan struggled to his feet, the color that had just returned to his face vanished completely.

"How much seeped in?"

"Uncertain. I haven't dared to open the box, fearing further damage. But judging from the width of the crack and the number of days it's been soaked, the amount of seepage must be considerable."

No one in the room spoke.

Several hundred people, eight months—the hydrological data for the entire South China Sea is stored in this box.

If the data is corrupted.

The box was retrieved, but it was just a metal shell.

Zhou Bingyuan let out a breath.

"Fortunately, they didn't end up abroad."

His voice calmed down.

"The data is ruined, I should receive whatever punishment I'm entitled to."

Su Xingmian sat in the chair and understood everything.

She finally understood why such a large amount of merit was refusing to manifest.

She quickly moved half an inch to the side, grabbed Zhou Bingheng's sleeve, and tugged at it twice.

Zhou Bingheng lowered his head.

"Brother, I can handle it."

She spoke softly in a breathy voice.

His brows furrowed immediately, and he was about to refuse without even thinking.

Su Xingmian preemptively silenced him, saying, "The merits haven't been credited yet."

Zhou Bingheng stared at the blood that had just been regained, and then grabbed her hand tightly.

"Whatever you do, you can't do it openly."

He gave instructions in a low voice, while simultaneously placing his tall frame horizontally to block all unauthorized views.

Su Xingmian nodded vigorously.

With the old fox around, she could simply focus on reaping the rewards.