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

Chapter 97 That's because you're not as lucky as me.

At seven o'clock in the morning, the white yacht anchored at the dock.

Jiang Shuo, dressed in a well-tailored dark gray woolen overcoat, walked alone toward the garrison hospital.

He carried gifts and a letter of condolence, claiming it was to comfort the wounded and that he represented a certain leader, so no one could find fault with him.

In the ward, Zhou Bingyuan was able to sit up against the headboard.

Jiang Shuo handed the items to the soldier next to him and spoke with a smile.

"Commander Zhou's escape from danger is admirable. The recovery of the box with the data intact is also a great joy."

Zhou Bingyuan was a pure soldier, neither good at nor interested in dealing with these things.

He simply nodded.

"Thank you for your concern, Director Jiang."

Six words were all it took to kill the conversation.

Jiang Shuo sat in the ward for less than eight minutes, drank half a glass of water, and then got up to say goodbye.

He walked to the end of the corridor and stopped in front of a window facing the sea.

Zhou Bingheng was coming up the stairs, his military uniform buttoned up perfectly.

The two stood facing each other, three steps apart.

A breeze slipped in through the cracks in the window, ruffling the hems of their clothes.

"Political Commissar Zhou," Jiang Shuo spoke first, "to be honest, I didn't get what I wanted on this trip to the South China Sea."

He turned his head to look at the gray, misty sea outside the window.

"But I saw something more interesting than the box."

Zhou Bingheng stood with his hands in his pockets, a gentle smile on his face, waiting for him to continue.

"Your wife."

As soon as Jiang Shuo uttered those four words, the wind in the corridor seemed to be choked and stopped instantly.

Zhou Bingheng's smile remained unchanged.

"She's fine, thank you for your concern."

"I didn't mean anything by it."

Jiang Shuo withdrew his gaze and looked directly at him.

"It's just too much of a coincidence. A girl from the countryside, married into the Zhou family less than half a year ago, helped you crack a major spy case, grew vegetables in the Gobi Desert, and now saved your older brother's life. Then your older brother lost a deadly box, and on her first day in the South China Sea, the box flew to her feet by itself."

He paused deliberately.

"Political Commissar Zhou, don't you think your wife's luck is a little too good?"

There was a deathly silence in the corridor for three seconds.

Zhou Bingheng suddenly smiled, a relaxed and composed smile.

"Director Jiang."

He slowly raised his hand and straightened the top button of his uniform, his movements unhurried and deliberate.

"I am a materialist and do not believe in luck."

He looked at Jiang Shuo and continued.

"But if you insist on explaining it as luck..."

He took half a step forward.

The two were now only a fist's distance apart, their breaths mingling.

"Then I can only say that I'm just lucky."

"I married a wonderful wife. She can grow vegetables, save lives, and always appears in the right place at the right time."

Zhou Bingheng tilted his head slightly, his voice neither too loud nor too soft, each word clearly hitting Jiang Shuo's ears.

"As for your feeling that it's abnormally good."

"That's because you're not as lucky as me."

The air seemed to be stiffened by these two sentences, almost bursting open.

Jiang Shuo's molars shifted slightly.

Then he smiled.

The laughter was short and excited, like a hunter stepping on the fresh footprints of his long-coveted prey in the snow.

"Alright." He took a half step back, creating some distance. "Political Commissar Zhou is a blessed man. But we should always leave room for maneuver."

He turned and left, his leather shoes clicking crisply on the terrazzo floor.

As he approached the stairwell, he paused, turned his back to Zhou Bingheng, and uttered his last words.

"Su Yuanzhen was also an unfathomable woman back then."

The footsteps disappeared into the stairwell.

The smile on Zhou Bingheng's face vanished completely.

……

The yacht departs from the harbor.

Song Qingqing leaned against the cold cabin wall, a metallic taste rising in her throat, which she swallowed back forcefully.

Another backlash.

[System energy reduced to 52%. Host function damaged by 8%. Return to Beijing for recuperation is recommended.]

Fortunately, this time she didn't have a direct conflict with the male lead, and instead became involved with Jiang Shuo.

She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her breathing rapid.

"Test results".

She was asking about her own stomach.

This is the last card the system gave her.

The childbirth system is the core function.

[The fertilized egg has successfully implanted in the host. Embryo development is normal. Medical testing is recommended in ten days for confirmation.]

Song Qingqing closed her eyes, and her wildly beating heart finally calmed down.

She's pregnant.

She placed her hand on her flat stomach.

Her premonition went wrong, and her credibility with Jiang Shuo is rapidly eroding.

If this continues, she will no longer be a wife, but a plaything that can be discarded at any time.

But a child can change everything.

The Jiang family had only one son for three generations, and Jiang Shuo was the only son.

An heir is a more reliable asset than any vague, prophetic dream.

Su Xingmian.

She chewed over the name in her heart, word by word.

You won this round, but I haven't lost yet.

There is something I have that you can never give to Zhou Bingheng.

a child.

Song Qingqing stood up, carefully wiped away the last trace of blood with a handkerchief, tidied her hair, and pushed open the cabin door to walk out.

On the deck, Jiang Shuo was smoking, facing the receding coastline.

She walked over and naturally took his arm.

"After we return to the capital, I will accompany you to see a doctor."

Jiang Shuo turned to look at her: "Are you feeling unwell?"

Song Qingqing raised her hand and seemingly unintentionally covered her lower abdomen, pausing at just the right moment.

"Not necessarily."

She smiled slightly, her voice soft and gentle.

"Perhaps...it's good news?"

Jiang Shuo paused in his cigarette, then stubbed it out.

His gaze lingered on her lower abdomen for two seconds.

Song Qingqing clearly felt the hand on her waist tighten.

She smiled and looked up at the horizon.