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

When Jiang Zhiyu and Song Yanzhou returned home—

The house was already full of distinguished guests.

The living room was full of people, chatting away. As soon as the two entered, all eyes turned to them.

Jiang Zhiyu immediately noticed a middle-aged couple.

The middle-aged man had a calm and composed face, and his features bore a resemblance to Song Bingzheng. The woman beside him had a gentle demeanor and held a cup of tea in her hand. When she saw Song Bingzheng enter, her eyes immediately lit up.

Song Bingzheng immediately stood up and rushed over to grab Jiang Zhiyu's arm.

"Come here, little girl."

As he pulled her toward the couple, he glared at Song Yanzhou, who was following behind.

"You're so clueless! You brought your wife home without even introducing her to anyone."

Song Yanzhou: "...Grandpa, I just walked in."

"whispering sound."

Song Bingzheng ignored him, pulled Jiang Zhiyu over to the middle-aged couple, and immediately softened his tone:

"Girl, this is your uncle Song Huaiyuan, and this is your aunt Yan Zhiyu."

Just as Jiang Zhiyu was about to greet them, two young men suddenly appeared from behind the sofa and stood respectfully beside Song Huaiyuan and his wife.

Song Bingzheng glanced at the two of them and then introduced them: "This is your eldest cousin, Song Yanshu, and next to him is your cousin, Song Yanwei."

Jiang Zhiyu smiled and nodded to each of them in greeting.

Song Huaiyuan and Yan Zhiyu looked her up and down—

That look wasn't scrutinizing; it was genuine affection from an elder for a younger person.

"Good girl." Yan Zhiyu took Jiang Zhiyu's hand and patted it gently. "Your parents have been talking about you for a long time. Today we finally meet you in person. You're even more beautiful than in the photos."

Song Huaiyuan, smiling, chimed in, "Come on, sit here."

Jiang Zhiyu was pushed onto the sofa. As soon as she sat down, Song Yanshu strode over to Song Yanzhou.

"Slap!" He was patted on the shoulder.

"Good lad! He actually got married before me! This must be some incredible stroke of luck for our ancestors!"

Song Yanzhou puffed out his chest: "That's right."

Song Yanshu leaned closer, quietly climbed to his ear, and whispered:

"Where did you find her? Introduce me to someone too!"

Song Yanzhou snorted and straightened his back smugly:

"Then you're not destined for it."

Song Yanshu: "..."

"Just pick one and settle it," Song Yanzhou added sarcastically.

Song Yanshu's face darkened instantly: "You, Song Yanzhou—"

He had just raised his hand to give Song Yanzhou a whack on the head—

Song Yanzhou seemed to have anticipated this, and darted away in a flash.

Song Yanshu missed his target and almost lost his balance.

The room was filled with laughter.

-

Meanwhile, Song Yanwei, sitting on the other side of the sofa, was quietly observing her sister-in-law in front of her.

Don't say—

She had never seen a girl with such a beautiful appearance and elegant demeanor.

Her younger cousin is usually quiet and reserved. He was a mischievous little devil when he was young, but he grew up to be a simpleton who only thinks about military matters and has never even been on a proper blind date.

She thought this guy was going to be a bachelor for life—

As it turned out, he actually stumbled upon a great bargain.

Song Yanwei had been in the performing arts troupe for so many years, traveling here and there on business trips. She had met almost all the top girls in the army, but she had never met a girl with such a clean and neat temperament.

Unassuming, yet commanding presence wherever he stands.

-

Jiang Zhiyu has always been sensitive to other people's stares and scrutiny.

She turned her head and met Song Yanwei's gaze.

She paused for a moment, then smiled at the other person.

Song Yanwei immediately seized the opportunity, darting over and grabbing Jiang Zhiyu's hand:

"Hehe, sister-in-law—I'm your cousin, you can call me Sister Wei. Lots of people in the army call me that."

Jiang Zhiyu found Wei's overly familiar manner amusing and obediently called out, "Sister Wei."

"Yes—" Song Yanwei answered crisply, her eyes curving into two crescent moons.

She held onto Jiang Zhiyu's hand tightly: "Tell me, how come you're so beautiful? If you hadn't smiled at me, I wouldn't have dared to say hello."

Jiang Zhiyu: "..."

She shook her head, somewhat amused.

Does she really look unapproachable?

"Host, you do seem quite distant," Seventeen interjected.

【……Shut up.】

-

As Song Yanwei spoke, she pulled Jiang Zhiyu upstairs.

"Come on, come on, I've prepared something good for you today."

Downstairs, Song Bingzheng watched the two girls tug at each other as they went upstairs, and he felt even happier.

He clicked his tongue and sighed to Zhao Lanjun beside him:

"Oh my, after all these years, this house finally feels a bit more alive."

Zhao Lanjun also laughed:

"The eldest son's family of four is usually away, and the second son and his wife are always busy. It's just the two of us and Sister Yang at home. Today is finally lively."

"I love this lively atmosphere so much." Song Bingzheng squinted. "Maybe the older you get, the more you crave this kind of bustling feeling at home."

Zhao Lanjun didn't reply, but simply patted the back of his hand gently.

-

upstairs.

Song Yanwei pulled Jiang Zhiyu into her room and mysteriously pulled a package from deep inside the wardrobe.

"Come, come, let me show you."

She carefully opened the package—

Inside was a wool coat.

Jiang Zhiyu could tell at a glance that the product was of high quality. The wool was fine and dense, the workmanship was exquisite, the tailoring was neat, and even the stitching of the lining was impeccably precise. This kind of quality was absolutely unheard of in China.

"I got this from the Russians—" Song Yanwei lowered her voice, a hint of pride in her voice, "I pulled a lot of strings."

Jiang Zhiyu raised an eyebrow slightly.

Song Yanwei then quietly pulled an iron box from under her pillow and slipped it into Jiang Zhiyu's hand.

"And this too."

Jiang Zhiyu opened it and took a look—

是巧克力.

The imported kind, with foreign language printed on the packaging, each one neatly arranged on a gold-colored backing paper, looks very precious.

She looked up at Song Yanwei, her eyes filled with both expectation and reluctance, showing that she usually couldn't bear to eat this.

She pushed the box towards Song Yanwei, saying, "Cousin, I don't need these. I've been to the US."

She regretted it as soon as the words left her mouth—she had spoken too lightly.

Sure enough, Song Yanwei's eyes widened: "You've been to the US?!"

Jiang Zhiyu: "..."

"Alright, alright, it's alright now that I've been there," Song Yanwei snapped out of her daze, shoving the box back into Jiang Zhiyu's hands with a "smack," her tone brooking no refusal. "No way! What's mine is mine, and what's yours is yours! I went through so much trouble to prepare all this, you can't waste my effort!"

Jiang Zhiyu was amused by her cheeky act.

She simply took one out of the box, unwrapped the foil, and stuffed it directly into Song Yanwei's mouth.

Song Yanwei was taken aback, and subconsciously chewed twice—

Then his face squinted happily.

"Mmm—it's delicious—"

She smacked her lips and mumbled, "I can't give you these things openly, so I'll just give them to you secretly now."

Jiang Zhiyu smiled as she carefully put the chocolate box away.

"Thank you, Sister Wei."

"Hehe, no need for formalities, we're family." Song Yanwei peeled another one and popped it into her mouth. "I'm so happy to have you as my little sister now!"

The two girls chatted and laughed, and the atmosphere upstairs was even more lively than downstairs.

-

And downstairs, Song Yanzhou—

That would be a bit tragic.

He was constantly targeted by Song Yanshu.

No matter what I say, my cousin will always find something sarcastic or cutting.

"Hey, our future groom, why are you dressed so formally today? Worried your future wife won't like you?"

"Oh dear, Commander Song is back so early today. Did he come running back as soon as his sister-in-law waved?"

"I just saw you grinning like an idiot, tsk tsk, hopeless."

Instead of being annoyed, Song Yanzhou raised his eyebrows smugly:

Some people are just like the fox who says the grapes are sour because he can't have them.

He even sighed deliberately and shook his head: "Alas, it's a pity I'm naturally beautiful; it's just that my wife likes me."

Song Yanshu's eyes widened instantly.

Song Huaiyuan chuckled beside him, only to be nudged by Yan Zhiyu with her elbow.

Song Yanshu rolled his eyes at Song Yanzhou, then rolled them again, stubbornly treating rolling his eyes as a form of facial expression management.

"Song Yanzhou, you'd better pray that your sister-in-law never dumps you."

"Don't worry," Song Yanzhou puffed out his chest, "She wouldn't be able to bear it."

Song Yanshu: "..."

The room erupted in laughter once again.

Song Bingzheng sat in the main seat, holding a teacup, his eyes crinkling with laughter.

I need to plan the banquet for the day after tomorrow; this time it's been specially approved! We can set up a few more tables. My friend is coming too, so it's really hard to gauge the appropriate number of people.