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

Song Yanzhou's holiday was coming to an end soon.

On the morning he left, he stood at the entrance of the Song family's house, looking at Jiang Zhiyu with his eyes filled with reluctance.

He feels that being in a relationship is so hard.

He had to constantly guess what Zhiyu was thinking—had he done anything to annoy her? Had he said that right? What did that look in her eyes mean just now? Was she daydreaming again?

A series of questions buzzed around my mind like flies, and I couldn't get rid of them.

Most importantly—he couldn't be with her often. He was tied up with military duties, his leave was short, and when they finally met, they barely had a chance to exchange a few heartfelt words before he had to rush back.

He looked helplessly at the carefree young girl in front of him.

Her expression was always indifferent. Her smile was indifferent, her words were indifferent, as if nothing in the world could truly concern her.

He knew she wasn't a cold-hearted person—he could see that she was good to him, good to the elderly, and good to the country. But there was always something between them, like a deep pool of water; you knew it was warm underneath, but when you reached in, you always touched a cool surface.

Every time he saw her nonchalant expression, as if she were drifting along with everything, he would feel uneasy and anxious.

He thought to himself, "I guess I've really messed up."

I'd willingly fall for this girl's charms.

"Let's go." He took a deep breath and withdrew his hand from her shoulder.

Jiang Zhiyu nodded: "Be careful on the road."

Looking at her nonchalant demeanor, Song Yanzhou felt a lump in his throat—just that one sentence? Couldn't she have said a couple more?

But he said nothing, turned around and got into the jeep.

As he started the car, he glanced in the rearview mirror—the girl had already turned around and was walking back.

His steps were measured, and he didn't look back.

Song Yanzhou: "..."

Fine.

---

After seeing Song Yanzhou off, Jiang Zhiyu slowly walked back along the wall of the compound.

As I passed by the gate of the compound, I saw a large crowd gathered in front of the newsstand, more than twice the usual number. Everyone was craning their necks to look ahead, some holding newspapers and discussing them with the people next to them, their voices filled with excitement and enthusiasm.

Out of curiosity, she went over to join them.

I squeezed my way to the front and saw that it was the most authoritative newspaper in the country, published by the People's Publishing House.

In the most prominent and eye-catching position, a title was printed in large red letters:

**Major Corruption and Espionage Case Busted in my country**

Jiang Zhiyu's gaze was instantly drawn to those large red characters.

She took out her change and squeezed through to buy three servings.

The surrounding area was filled with lively citizens, all discussing the case animatedly.

"Su Qiming? That's him..."

"Oh, they should have been arrested a long time ago! This kind of person—"

"Forty-three people! This must be the biggest case since the founding of the People's Republic of China!"

Jiang Zhiyu took the newspaper to the side, unfolded it, and read it carefully.

The case roughly describes the entire process and outcome of the case, and Jiang Zhiyu also saw that the people in Shanghai were all arrested.

She carefully folded the newspaper and put it into her bag.

Three copies—one for Grandpa Su to see, one to take back to my parents, and one for myself.

---

Then she remembered something else.

Su Ran.

These past two days, she's kept Su Ran locked in her own space, only letting Seventeen feed it a little fruit from the space each day to keep it afloat.

Speaking of which, this guy is pretty lucky—who else has the fortune to eat the fruit in his spatial storage?

Seventeen continued, quite confidently, "Host, the fruit in our space is amazing! This guy actually got to eat it; he must have accumulated a lot of good karma in his past life!"

Jiang Zhiyu was speechless.

Forget it, I'll think about it later. I'll talk about it when I get back.

---

She walked towards the courtyard with the newspaper in her hand. As soon as she entered the Song family's house, she saw Old Master Song sitting in the living room, also holding a newspaper in his hand, reading it with great interest.

Well, it seems I bought too much.

The old man chuckled when he saw the newspaper in Jiang Zhiyu's hand.

"Girl, are you relieved now?"

Jiang Zhiyu nodded.

"The case is still under further investigation. Our team is digging deeper, and most of the key figures have been apprehended, though some remain at large."

Old Master Song put down his newspaper and sighed, "This case is too big. Pulling out one radish brings out a whole mess. It's like a tumor growing on the nation; leaving it untreated is a disaster, but pulling it out leaves a huge scar."

Jiang Zhiyu thought for a moment and said, "It will get better."

Grandpa Song looked at her and nodded.

But after saying that, Jiang Zhiyu fell silent again.

She thought of something else—the massive earthquake that was less than two months away.

The tension in my heart, which had just eased, tightened again.

She thought she had to go back to see her parents as soon as possible.

She not only told them the good news that Su Qiming had been arrested—yesterday, her former boss gave her a document with two options, asking her to take it back to her parents.

One option is to return to the universities they love and resume their teaching careers.

The second option was to go to the research lab—the one in the desert.

Her father, Jiang Boxun, taught physics at Yenching University, and her mother, Su Wanqing, taught chemistry at National Taiwan Normal University. Going to the lab was no problem at all; their professional expertise was undeniable.

It's up to them to make their own choice.

---

Thinking of this, Jiang Zhiyu took the opportunity to say goodbye to Grandpa Song.

"Grandpa, I want to go back."

Old Master Song's smile faltered.

Looking at the girl in front of him, he suddenly felt a little empty inside.

He'd almost gotten used to her presence. He could see her every day when he went downstairs. Sometimes she'd be lost in thought in the yard, sometimes she'd be talking to Yanzhou, and sometimes she'd have a meal with him and his wife—though they never ate much, the feeling of having someone by their side was truly wonderful.

Yanzhou is gone, and this little girl is leaving too.

Now it's just him and his wife left.

The eldest son's family of four doesn't come back often, and the second son is even less so—although he comes back every day, it always feels like something is missing.

The house is quiet again.

Jiang Zhiyu noticed the desolation in the old man's eyes, walked over, and gently patted his hand.

"Grandpa, I'll go back and settle my parents in, but I'll come back."

Old Master Song's eyes lit up: "You agreed to Old Zhuge's request?"

Jiang Zhiyu nodded, then shook her head.

"I want to get back to him after I've settled my parents in."

The old man nodded knowingly: "Alright, then Grandpa won't keep you any longer."

As he spoke, he turned and called out towards the door, "Little Liu!"

The bodyguard, Xiao Liu, rushed in: "Sir!"

"Go and make arrangements to go out and buy some things, and have the maid take them back."

Jiang Zhiyu quickly stopped him, "Grandpa, don't spend so much money—"

"No, no!" The old man waved his hand firmly. "Bring some local specialties from Beijing back home. And what about the villagers—didn't you say they took good care of your parents when they were in the countryside? You should bring something to show your appreciation."

After thinking about it, Jiang Zhiyu decided not to refuse again.

The old man was right. The villagers of Kaoshantun did take good care of her parents, especially on the day they were arrested, when many people were injured trying to stop them.

She looked towards the northeast.

On that vast black soil, there was the person she cared about most.

During her time in Kyoto, she really missed them. It was alright when she was busy during the day, but in the quiet of the night, that longing would surge up like a tide, impossible to stop.

Now I wish I had wings so I could fly her back.

---

When Xiao Liu returned from his shopping trip, he had two large bags full of things. There were dried fruits, pastries, and candied fruits from Beijing, as well as several bolts of fine cotton cloth and some daily necessities—the old man had thought of everything, providing not only food but also all the necessities.

Jiang Zhiyu looked at the two large bags and felt a little amused and exasperated. She had her own space and could bring as much stuff as she wanted, but she couldn't let down the old man's kindness.

"Thank you, Grandpa."

"No need to thank me." The old man waved his hand. "Be careful on the road. When you get there, tell your parents to write here if anything comes up."

He paused, then added, "And tell them they've raised a good daughter."

Jiang Zhiyu paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Mm."

In front of the old man, I simply took the bag into the room and put it away in my storage space after closing the door.

Then she said goodbye to Zhao Lanjun as well. Zhao Lanjun held her hand and gave her a long lecture, from being careful on the road to remembering to let her know when she arrived safely, from what to wear and eat to not overexerting herself, nagging on and on, just like every mother sending her child off on a long journey.

Jiang Zhiyu listened quietly without finding it annoying.

It's not so bad to be talked about like that.

After everything was tidied up, Jiang Zhiyu stood at the entrance of the Song family's house and took one last look back at the small building where she had lived for some time.

Sunlight streamed onto the red brick wall, the ivy leaves shone brightly green, and cicadas chirped from the old locust tree in the yard. Everything was quiet, just as it had been when I first arrived.

Things are different now.

When she first arrived, she was just an outsider passing through.

And now-

She now has someone to care about, and someone who cares about her.

Jiang Zhiyu turned around and walked towards the gate.

His steps were measured, and he didn't look back.

It was the same as what Song Yanzhou saw that day.

He remembered the surprise he had promised the village chief when he left. He glanced at his online profile and realized it was time to give the villagers a surprise!