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

Jiang Zhiyu hadn't expected the Song family to move so quickly.

It's clear that everything was prepared in advance, just waiting for her to nod.

When she returned to the Song family compound from the sanatorium, the living room was already piled high with items needed for the wedding.

Two bright red satin quilts, decorated with auspicious dragon and phoenix patterns, were stacked against the wall, topped with four plain-colored everyday quilts, folded neatly in a square. Next to them were a pair of red lacquered wooden chests, their surfaces painted with mandarin ducks playing in the water, the lacquer gleaming. Inside the chests were six sets of newly made quilt covers and mattress covers, red, pink, and lotus root-colored, made of the most fashionable Dacron and silk fabrics of the time.

On the table were "three turns and one sound"—a Forever brand bicycle, its rims so polished you could see your reflection; a Butterfly brand sewing machine, its head gleaming black; a Shanghai brand watch with a genuine leather strap; and a Red Lantern brand radio with a natural wood casing and gleaming knobs.

In 1976, this was the ultimate in luxury. Ordinary people were lucky to even have one "turn" (a traditional Chinese wedding gift), but the Song family provided all four.

The thermos was a Double Happiness brand, as was the enamel basin, and there were matching enamel teacups, towels, and soap dishes, all bright red. Next to it were several bolts of fabric—wool serge, corduroy, and printed cotton—all in high demand, the kind you couldn't buy without a ration coupon.

Grain coupons, cloth coupons, and industrial coupons were stacked in red paper packets, more than the annual rations of an average family.

Jiang Zhiyu stood at the entrance to the living room, looking at the room full of bright red, and was momentarily dazed.

The moment Zhao Lanjun saw her, her eyes lit up.

Sister-in-law Song pushed Zhao Lanjun along to Jiang Zhiyu, saying, "You silly girl, you're back so soon! We've only just started preparing—"

"Not much yet?" Jiang Zhiyu glanced at the mountain of belongings. "Grandma, this is enough for an ordinary person to get married three times."

Zhao Lanjun glared at her: "Those are household items. You haven't bought your own things yet! When Yanzhou comes back, I'll go shopping with you. Don't be shy, I'll buy you anything you need!"

As she spoke, she took out a neatly folded piece of paper from her bosom and handed it to Jiang Zhiyu.

It is a land deed.

"This is your dowry from Grandma," Zhao Lanjun said firmly. "Now that you're marrying into the Song family, your dowry can't be small."

When Jiang Zhiyu saw the address on the land deed, it was a small, detached courtyard house within the Second Ring Road of Beijing. She wasn't short of a house, and her first instinct was to decline.

Zhao Lanjun immediately put on a stern face: "A gift from an elder should not be refused."

Song Bingzheng walked over with a smile and patted Jiang Zhiyu on the shoulder: "Girl, take it. This is your grandmother's dowry. Anyway, it won't be our Song family's turn, so just take it if she gives it to you."

Then he turned to Sister Yang and said, "Go call Song Huaiyuan and Yan Zhiyu and tell them that the first grandchild of our Song family is getting married. As the eldest uncle, he should hurry up and bring his son and daughter back to make arrangements. He should learn from the fact that neither of them is married yet."

Sister Yang chuckled and agreed, then went to make the call.

Song Bingzheng then looked at Jiang Zhiyu, his tone calm: "I've already contacted Yanzhou; he'll submit the marriage application shortly. He should be back in three or four days."

He handed over a stack of tickets and a wad of cash: "If there's anything you need to buy these next couple of days, go and look around. See if there's anything you want to add to your collection, don't be stingy."

Jiang Zhiyu didn't hesitate, took it, and nodded.

"I'll tidy up the second floor of this house for your wedding," Song Bingzheng continued, "It'll be more lively here, and everyone from the compound will be here. As for where you two want to live after the wedding, that's up to you. Does that sound alright?"

"Grandpa can arrange it."

"Then hurry up and call your parents and tell them to come to Beijing." Song Bingzheng thought for a moment, "Is there anyone else you need to notify?"

Jiang Zhiyu thought for a moment and then shook her head.

In all the time she'd been in this world, she hadn't really confided in many people. Besides her parents, there were only her godparents. As for the others—Zhuge Yunhe, Ji Buzhi, and Shen Muyan—they were all work relationships, not the kind of friendships where she needed to send wedding invitations.

Song Bingzheng didn't ask any more questions and turned back to his work.

Jiang Zhiyu stood in the corner of the living room, watching them all get busy one by one.

Zhao Lanjun directed people to carry things upstairs, muttering where to put this and where to place that. Song Bingzheng sat by the phone, dialing one number after another to notify this person and that person. His sister-in-law was in the kitchen preparing tea and snacks, humming a little tune.

On the contrary, she, the person involved, stood aside and watched like an outsider.

A feeling of disorientation.

Is she really getting married?

During the apocalypse, she never thought about this. Back then, simply surviving was the greatest luxury; she had no energy left to think about marriage or family. Later, after transmigrating to this world, she wandered around alone. Although she gradually found people around her, the word "marriage" always seemed as distant as something from another dimension.

And now, it's here. There was no grand gesture, no earth-shattering event, just a phone call from her former boss, some preparations from the Song family, and then—she's getting married.

"Yes, host, you're getting married." Seventeen's voice was very firm, with a hint of eager excitement. "We'll definitely have a good-looking baby! If I had a body, I'd help you take care of it!"

Jiang Zhiyu laughed out loud: "Alright, let's see which direction your upgrade goes this time. Who knows, it might actually give you an upgraded body!"

Seventeen immediately jumped up: [Really? If I really had a body, that would be amazing! I could help the host with chores! I wouldn't have to stay in the space all the time!]

"I'm looking forward to it too." Jiang Zhiyu's tone was unusually gentle.

She leaned against the living room door frame, looking at the room full of bright red and the busy family, and the corners of her mouth slowly curved into a smile.

The lone survivor in the apocalypse probably never dreamed that one day she would stand in a bustling home, waiting to marry someone who had been eagerly waiting for her.

Outside the window, the early summer sun shines brightly in Beijing.

She made two phone calls.

One call was made to the Shanghai Stock Exchange.

On the other end of the phone, Su Wanqing was stunned for three seconds before her voice began to tremble: "Yuyu... what did you say? You're getting married?"

"Mom, please come to Beijing with Dad. Wedding preparations have already begun!"

Su Wanqing's voice was already trembling with tears: "Come! Come! We'll definitely come! You wait—" Then a flurry of activity came from the other end of the phone, as if Jiang Boxun had knocked something over, and Su Wanqing was anxiously shouting from the side.

Jiang Zhiyu held the phone a little further away, waiting for the noise on the other end to subside, before continuing, "Don't worry, there's plenty of time. Call me when you get to Beijing, and I'll come pick you up."

After hanging up, she dialed another number. Her godparents.

The person who answered the phone was Qi Zhengli himself. After listening, he was silent for two seconds, then his tone unusually warm with a hint of a smile: "Don't worry, your godmother and I will be there on time."

After making the two calls, Jiang Zhiyu put down the receiver and took a deep breath.

These are the people I need to notify.

Not many. But every single one of them genuinely hoped that she would be well.