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

Hearing the neighbors' gossip, Qi Zhengli finally couldn't sit still any longer—the next morning, he took the property certificate and, together with Jiang Zhiyu, transferred the house to her name.

Jiang Zhiyu held an enamel mug and leaned against the courtyard wall, basking in the sun.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the courtyard gate.

It wasn't knocking, it was slapping. A series of sharp, menacing slaps, carrying an air of hostility.

Liu Hong came out of the house, frowned, and walked over to open the door.

Standing outside the door was a woman in her forties with permed hair—in this era where braids are everywhere, getting a perm is practically a way of saying "I'm doing better than you." She wore a polyester shirt and a pair of slightly worn leather shoes. Her lips were pursed and her eyelids drooped; she looked like the kind of person who was shrewd and calculating.

Behind him was a young man in his early twenties, burly and with a shrewd look in his eyes; he was clearly not a good guy.

Liu Hong's face immediately darkened.

"Shufen? What brings you here?"

Qi Shufen completely ignored Liu Hong's tone, pushed her aside, and strode into the courtyard, scanning the area thoroughly with her eyes.

"Hey, sister-in-law, I've come to see my brother, is that not allowed?"

He said, "Let me see my brother," but he was already walking towards the main house. He didn't look at him; he was on patrol.

Wang Jianjun, who was behind him, was even more generous. He swaggered in, plopped down on a bamboo chair in the yard, crossed his legs, and looked around at the furnishings, his eyes full of criticism and calculation.

Liu Hong blocked the doorway, her voice cold: "Your brother isn't here."

Qi Shufen paused, turned around and glanced at her, then smiled—a smile devoid of any warmth.

"Not here? That's perfect, talking to you is just as good."

Without waiting for Liu Hong to invite her, she found a chair, pulled out a handful of sunflower seeds from her pocket, and started cracking them open as she said, "Sister-in-law, you know, neither you nor my brother have any children. This house will go to Jianjun! You two can rent a place temporarily; you both have salaries, so rent won't be a problem, right? Jianjun recently started dating someone, which is a big deal for our Qi family to carry on the family line. She won't marry you without a house! You can't just watch our only son go unmarried, can you?"

"This is my and your brother's house," Liu Hong interrupted her.

Qi Shufen continued cracking sunflower seeds, a smirk playing on her lips. "Sister-in-law," she said bluntly, "if I may be blunt—since you two don't have any children, won't this house eventually belong to Jianjun? For the sake of this house, I'll have Jianjun smash the pot for you."

Wang Jianjun chimed in from the side, "Exactly. My uncle has no son, I'm his nephew, it's only natural. I'll definitely smash the pot for him next time."

As he spoke, his gaze drifted to Jiang Zhiyu, scrutinizing her from head to toe with suspicion and shock in his eyes.

Who's that? And why is there a girl in the courtyard?

He jumped to his feet: "Hey, who's this?"

Qi Shufen followed her son's gaze and saw Jiang Zhiyu sitting in the yard, and was stunned for a moment.

Jiang Zhiyu leaned against the locust tree, holding an enamel mug in her hand, not taking a sip of tea, just quietly watching them.

Qi Shufen's heart skipped a beat.

Who is this girl? Her demeanor is definitely not that of an ordinary person.

But she quickly suppressed her unease—she was just a little girl, what weight could she possibly have?

She spat the sunflower seed shells onto the ground and said to Jiang Zhiyu, "Girl, this is a family matter, you—"

"I am her goddaughter."

Jiang Zhiyu put down the enamel mug; the sound was soft, but her words were clear.

Qi Shufen almost choked on the sunflower seeds.

"God-daughter...?"

The expression on her face was priceless—first stunned, then disbelieving, and then a kind of offended annoyance.

"What goddaughter? Sister-in-law, when did you adopt a goddaughter? This is our family matter, what business is it of outsiders—"

"outsider?"

Jiang Zhiyu stood up.

She wasn't short, and when she stood up, the shadow of the locust tree had just shifted, and the sunlight fell all over her. Her gaze towards Qi Shufen was as cold as a still pond, without any ripples, yet it sent chills down one's spine.

"Comrade Qi Shufen, who are you calling an outsider?"

She walked over step by step, unhurriedly, each step coinciding with Qi Shufen's increasingly rapid heartbeat.

"I'm looking after my godparents' house for them. Does that make me an outsider?"

Or perhaps—

She stopped in front of Qi Shufen, looking down at her.

"Do you really think that someone like you, a married woman, bringing the child you bore for the Wang family, is worthy of being called a 'wife' when you try to claim your brother's property?"

Qi Shufen's face turned bright red.

Wang Jianjun jumped to his feet: "Who do you think you are—"

"Jianjun!" Qi Shufen grabbed her son, the unease in her heart surging up again. She looked closely at Jiang Zhiyu's face—those eyes were too calm, too calm for a girl not yet twenty years old.

She had seen that look before.

I've seen it on the faces of truly influential people.

A crowd had gathered at the entrance of the alley, craning their necks to watch the spectacle, their whispers buzzing in the air.

Jiang Zhiyu ignored the stares and simply bent down to pick up the stack of property deeds that Qi Zhengli had left behind on the bamboo chair—he had left the originals at home before leaving and only brought his notebook to look at the properties.

She slapped the property certificate in front of Qi Shufen.

"Take a closer look."

Qi Shufen subconsciously looked down—

First book. Owner: Jiang Zhiyu.

The second book. Owner: Jiang Zhiyu.

The third book. Owner: Jiang Zhiyu.

Every single one of them is.

Her hands began to tremble.

All these houses—they all belong to this girl? And in such prime locations! She must be incredibly wealthy!

"Comrade Qi Shufen," Jiang Zhiyu said calmly, "the house where my godparents live has already been transferred to my name. The other properties are mine to begin with. They have absolutely nothing to do with you or your son."

She paused slightly, then said in a nonchalant tone, "My godparents can live in whichever of my houses they want."

Qi Shufen's lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something.

Jiang Zhiyu leaned slightly forward, lowering her voice so that only Qi Shufen could hear her:

"If you're still going to cause trouble, I don't mind having the police come and settle this. And—I managed to get my godparents back from that poor mountain village, so tell me… what do you think I might do to you?"

The smile didn't reach his eyes.

But it was enough to send chills down Qi Shufen's spine.