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

In the space.

Jiang Zhiyu sat on the grass, gazing at the distant mountains, lost in thought.

She murmured to Seventeen, "Am I being forced into this marriage?"

Seventeen looked at her host, somewhat speechless: [Who gets arranged to marry someone else? They just made the suggestion, and you agreed. And you answered pretty quickly, too.]

"..."

[Saying one thing and meaning another.]

"Seventeen, do you think I'm being a bit too reserved?"

[Host, are you the reserved type?] Seventeen bluntly stated, [Besides, marriage isn't a big deal, and you two have known each other for so long. Can you really bear to see Song Yanzhou following you around every day? I finally understand that saying—you become someone's dog the one you care about most.]

Jiang Zhiyu: "..."

[Isn't Song Yanzhou your loyal dog now? He follows you around like a puppy all day long, without any airs of a regimental commander.]

Jiang Zhiyu thought about it and realized it was true.

That tough soldier always looked at her with the eyes of a puppy that hadn't been weaned. He would look at her face before speaking, and his eyes were always red when they parted. He could utter three different tones when saying "I'll wait for you to come back."

She raised her hand to rub her temples, but couldn't help but curl her lips into a smile.

Far away in Shanghai, in the military region's reception room.

When Song Yanzhou received the call, he froze on the spot for a good half minute.

On the other end of the phone was Grandpa Song Bingzheng's voice, concise and to the point: "The marriage application has been submitted, and we'll be returning to Beijing in three or four days. The old leader personally asked Jiang Zhiyu, and that girl has already given her her consent."

Song Yanzhou hummed in agreement and hung up the phone.

Then he suddenly stood up, almost overturning the chair.

The junior communications officer beside him was startled: "Commander Song... Commander Song?"

Song Yanzhou didn't hear him. He strode out, his mouth agape—wide open like a brick kiln, his whole face practically glowing.

Several soldiers passing by in the corridor all turned their heads to look.

"What's wrong with Commander Song?"

"It looks like they've won the lottery."

"...Could it be that war is about to break out?"

"Can war be this fun?"

Song Yanzhou walked along grinning, drawing surprised glances from passersby. This usually cold and aloof Commander Song seemed like a completely different person today.

Only then did he feel that the heart that had been hanging in suspense finally settled back into his stomach.

It seems that it will be necessary for my own father to take charge.

Didn't that bring his wife back with him?

He must thank his grandfather properly when he goes back this time. And his old boss—it's said that it was his old boss who suggested it, knowing that Jiang Zhiyu would be too busy to deal with personal matters in a while, so he wanted to get married before the lab was completed.

He will remember this thoughtfulness for the rest of his life.

Division Commander Li's office.

Commander Li was engrossed in reading documents when he heard a knock on the door. Without even looking up, he said, "Come in."

Song Yanzhou pushed open the door and came in.

When Commander Li looked up, his eyebrows shot up – this kid's mental state was a bit off today, his face was flushed, his eyes were as bright as if they were lit, and he even walked with a swagger.

"Kid, what good news happened today? You're all... " Commander Li gestured, "...so excited."

Song Yanzhou stood up straight, his voice steady but unable to hide his excitement: "Commander, I want to submit a marriage application."

Commander Li slammed his pen down and stood up.

You mean—

"Yes, it's me and Jiang Zhiyu."

Commander Li slapped his thigh: "Hey! Good lad! You finally won the heart of your beauty! Not bad, not bad, your family's ancestors' graves are emitting auspicious smoke!"

He walked around the desk, patted Song Yanzhou on the shoulder, and shook him vigorously a few times: "So, does that mean Comrade Jiang is now considered a member of our military region? And military wives are ours too!"

Song Yanzhou did not expose Commander Li's delusion.

After all, Jiang Zhiyu was from the Second Administration Bureau, and her rank and position were higher than his. The title of "military wife" was just a formality; in reality, he was the one who was marrying above his station.

But these words don't need to be spoken aloud.

"...I suppose so, Commander."

"Hehe, who's as lucky as you!" Commander Li chuckled as he signed and stamped the marriage application in one swift motion. "Approved! Now get back to Beijing! Don't just stand around here!"

-

in the afternoon.

Everyone in the military region knew that Song Yanzhou was getting married.

Because everyone received wedding candy.

Yes, everyone.

From the division commander to Old Zhang in the mess hall, from the guard company to the communications squad, even the children in the family compound all had two White Rabbit candies.

Like a peacock spreading its tail feathers, Song Yanzhou handed out candy to everyone he met. His usually cold face was all smiles, and he was enthusiastic towards everyone. Even a few staff members with whom he had a casual relationship were caught and given a handful of candy.

Even more outrageous—while buying candy, he also conveniently bought his train ticket back to Beijing.

Their eagerness was so great that even Commander Li, seeing it through the window, couldn't help but shake his head and laugh.

"That kid's been waiting for a while now," Commander Li said to the political commissar beside him with a smile. "But being able to marry that girl is truly something to be very happy about."

The political commissar laughed along, "This kid has finally come to his senses." No wonder he didn't like his daughter. Although he didn't know the specific identity of Song Yanzhou's marriage partner, the fact that Old Li said her ancestral graves were emitting auspicious smoke showed that she was no ordinary person.

-

Song Yanzhou returned to his dormitory.

He made a list of the people he wanted to invite, wrote each invitation carefully, and sent them out one by one, categorizing them by group. He made sure to include his comrades-in-arms, superiors, and a few close colleagues in Shanghai.

After writing the invitations, he began packing his luggage.

Military uniforms, civilian clothes, and small items he prepared for Jiang Zhiyu—things he bought bit by bit while occasionally strolling around Shanghai, including fabrics from the south, hair clips in the Shanghai style, and a not-too-expensive but pretty fountain pen. Odd and ends filled more than half the suitcase.

He stood by the window, looking at the northern sky.

The sky was high and the clouds were light, and the wind blew in from the north, bringing a refreshing breeze.

At this moment, he was eager to return home and wished he could fly to Jiang Zhiyu's side immediately.