With three superpowers at his fingertips, he could dominate the 1970s.

After finishing his call, the young soldier brought out a small stool from his guard post.

"Comrade, please sit here and wait."

He found a shady spot under a big tree and carefully helped Jiang Zhiyu sit down.

Jiang Zhiyu put down what she was carrying and nodded to him:

"Thanks."

"No...you're welcome."

The young soldier stood at his post, his face flushed, but he couldn't help but keep stealing glances at Jiang Zhiyu.

This girl is so beautiful!

He served in the army for two years and saw many female comrades, but he had never seen anyone so beautiful. More beautiful than a movie star!

While on guard duty, he secretly glanced at Jiang Zhiyu with his sidelong light, thinking to himself with delight: Tomorrow I'll have to tell my comrades all about how the cold-faced Yama of the compound has found a very beautiful wife!

Jiang Zhiyu sat under a tree to enjoy the shade, and passersby glanced at her.

I wonder where this girl came from, she's so beautiful.

Curious middle-aged women stopped to take a second look, some young women passing by curled their lip in envy, and some old men nodded as they walked by...

What Jiang Zhiyu didn't know was that the Song family was in complete chaos at this moment.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

After hanging up the phone, Grandpa Song was so anxious at home that he was jumping up and down.

"Call Huaijin and Guifang immediately and tell them to come back right away!"

"Old man, what's wrong?"

Grandma Song, Zhao Lanjun, sat in her wheelchair, watching her husband frantically pacing around, and felt a little curious.

"Our future granddaughter-in-law has arrived!"

Grandpa Song was pacing around the house while shouting.

"What kind of behavior is it for them, as in-laws, not to come back quickly! Tell them to come back and buy lots of good food, fruits, candies, and the like!"

"Okay, okay!"

The nanny, Sister Yang, readily agreed, her face crinkling with smiles.

She had been a nanny for the Song family for twenty years, and she had watched Song Yanzhou grow up. Now that her daughter-in-law had come to visit, she was overjoyed.

While on the phone, Sister Yang thought about what delicious food was in the kitchen and what she should cook.

"And one more thing!" Old Master Song continued to direct, "Have Huaijin go and buy a Peking duck!"

"Okay, okay!"

Sister Yang readily agreed and quickly got to work.

Grandma Song, Zhao Lanjun, watched them busy with a smile on her face.

She can sit up now, and her husband and the family's caregiver can push her out for a walk. She is so happy.

We have to thank that girl for this.

"Old man."

"Um?"

"You should go change your clothes too."

Grandma Song frowned as she looked at her husband's slightly wrinkled old shirt.

"You can't dress sloppily when you first meet your granddaughter-in-law."

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Old Master Song slapped his forehead.

"How could I have forgotten about that!"

He hurriedly ran upstairs, shouting as he ran:

"Old woman, sort through your nice things. We need to give our granddaughter-in-law a good gift! We promised Yanzhou that she could choose whatever good things from our house!"

"Okay, okay."

Grandma Song smiled and replied, then turned to Sister Yang and said:

"Xiao Yang, go and bring out that camphor wood chest, tidy up the things inside, and pick out the good ones for that girl."

"Okay!"

Sister-in-law Yang smiled and agreed.

Meanwhile, trouble is brewing for Jiang Zhiyu.

A middle-aged woman wearing a floral shirt walked over and her eyes lit up when she saw Jiang Zhiyu.

"Wow! Whose daughter is this? She's so pretty!"

Jiang Zhiyu smiled politely but didn't say anything.

The aunt noticed that she looked even prettier when she smiled, and she looked her up and down with a beaming smile:

"Young lady, who are you looking for? Do you have a boyfriend?"

"..."

Jiang Zhiyu was stunned for a moment, unsure how to answer.

But her aunt didn't give her a chance to speak, and warmly took her hand:

"Let me tell you, my son is outstanding! He's a reserve pilot in the Beijing Military Region! You know the selection criteria for pilots, right? He's incredibly handsome!"

She got more and more excited as she spoke:

"If you're single, how about we get to know each other? Your auntie just took a look at you and felt an instant connection! We're destined for each other!"

My rascal just likes pretty girls!

The aunt was still rambling on and on, and Jiang Zhiyu could only respond with a polite smile, unsure of how to extricate herself.

"Why--"

A strong, resonant voice came from not far away.

"Mr. Zhao's wife, this is my Song family's daughter-in-law. Don't you dare try to arrange a marriage between us!"

Jiang Zhiyu looked up and saw a sprightly old man running towards her, panting heavily.

It's Old Master Song, Song Bingzheng.

When Zhao's wife heard this, she felt a pang of regret.

"Sigh, how come all the pretty girls are already taken by other families!"

She pursed her lips and glanced at Old Master Song again.

He was still the little devil in the neighborhood, but I heard he's quite successful now! He's always been good-looking, no wonder this girl fell for him!

She felt a pang of sadness and sighed helplessly.

"Why can't my son do it... He's just late..."

She smiled apologetically at Grandpa Song:

"Oh, Chief Song, your family is so lucky!"

"I just saw a pretty girl and was thinking of playing matchmaker for my son, but who knew she'd be from your family!"

"Your family is so lucky! I'm so envious!"

Grandpa Song immediately stood up straight, head held high, looking very proud.

"Absolutely! My rascal, though a bit stubborn, really got me into big trouble this time!"

He said smugly:

"You've found me such a beautiful granddaughter-in-law!"

"He's done a great service to this family!"

Seeing this, the aunt knew it was hopeless, and waved her hand with a smile:

"Alright, alright, young lady, I'm leaving! You keep Old Chief Song company!"

After saying that, she looked at Jiang Zhiyu one last time with lingering reluctance before turning and leaving.

Jiang Zhiyu walked up to Song Bingzheng and bowed slightly.

"Hello Grandpa Song, I'm Jiang Zhiyu."

"Okay, okay!"

Grandpa Song looked at her, grinning from ear to ear.

"Kyoto is home now! Let's go home!"

He frowned when he saw the fruit basket and the package on the ground.

"You silly child, you're here, why did you bring so much stuff!"

"It's getting warmer these days, you can't help but sweat all over!"

He turned to the guard behind him and said:

"Xiao Liu, carry these things!"

"Yes!"

The guards quickly stepped forward and picked up the items.

Grandpa Song and Jiang Zhiyu walked into the courtyard together.

Passersby stared at the two, speculating about their relationship.

Seeing Grandpa Song's smug look, the gossipy aunties immediately guessed what was going on.

Then look at the girl's appearance—

It doesn't even taste sour!

Who can blame them when their grandson is so outstanding, and his wife is so beautiful!

"You can't compare..."

Someone muttered a sour remark.

Meanwhile, Song Yanzhou, who was far away in Shanghai, was unaware that his fiancée had already arrived at his home.

He had just finished his mission and was preparing to pack his things to return to Kyoto.

"Finally, I can rest for a few days."

He stretched, a smile unconsciously creeping onto his lips.

Know me...

I wonder how she's been lately.

He planned to visit her as soon as he returned to Beijing.

Little did he know that his fiancée was already sitting in his living room, chatting with his grandfather.