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

alley entrance—

A few military jeeps drove in.

The front of the car is decorated with a large red flower, a simple single flower without any extra embellishments.

But these days—

In Beijing, you could count on one hand the number of families who could afford to drive a jeep to get married.

The alley was packed with onlookers, and even a few daring kids were climbing on the rooftops.

"Hey, a Jeep! It's coming this way!"

"She's wearing a big red flower!"

Wow, wow—what a sight!

The discussion erupted immediately.

"You know, Old Qi's family is incredibly lucky! Their goddaughter has even managed to marry into the Song family in the military compound!"

"The Song family are high-ranking officials!"

"You wouldn't believe it—" someone whispered from the corner, leaning closer mysteriously, "That goddaughter of theirs, she's got a very high status."

"How much higher?"

"Shh—we can't say too much about people from classified units. That's why she's getting married through her godparents' side; there's a reason for it."

"Tsk tsk tsk, Old Qi's goddaughter was definitely worth it."

"Of course!"

-

The jeep came to a stop at the alley entrance.

Song Yanzhou got out of the driver's seat and jumped out of the car with a swift and decisive movement.

One-stop service available.

He started to get nervous.

He glanced down at the hem of his military uniform, then at his epaulets, then straightened his belt, before finally turning to look at Song Yanshu, who was getting off the bus behind him:

"Brother, take a look—is there anything wrong with it?"

His voice was eight octaves lower than usual, as if he was afraid of being overheard.

Song Yanshu walked over, looked him up and down, and rolled her eyes in annoyance:

"Very handsome."

"Brother, look carefully—"

"Very cool!" Song Yanshu emphasized, "If you keep dawdling, we'll be late."

Song Yanzhou then grunted in agreement and trudged toward the Qi family home.

Those around gasped.

"This young man is so handsome—"

"He's tall and has broad shoulders."

"Wearing a military uniform really makes you look impressive."

"Did you see that rank insignia?"

"I see him! I see him! He's a high-ranking military officer!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, the Qi family's daughter is so lucky—"

The murmurs and discussions continued in waves.

Song Yanzhou's already ramrod straightened even more, but his neck—

A patch of red quietly appeared.

The Qi family doesn't have as many complicated procedures.

Godparents value practicality, and biological parents don't want to engage in tricks like blocking doors or asking for red envelopes.

As soon as Song Yanzhou entered, he bowed respectfully to Mr. and Mrs. Jiang Boxun and Mr. and Mrs. Qi Zhengli, then picked up his teacup and offered them tea with utmost respect.

"Dad, Mom."

"Godfather, Godmother."

Four elderly people—

Their eyes welled up with tears.

Jiang Boxun, composed and steady, simply nodded, took the tea, and took a sip. Su Wanqing's hands trembled as she took the tea, barely managing to hold back her tears. Her godfather, Qi Zhengli, smiled broadly, muttering "Good, good, good." Her godmother reached out and touched Song Yanzhou's shoulder, then patted him, saying, "Good boy, treat our Zhiyu well from now on."

Song Yanzhou nodded his head like a chick pecking at rice.

"Definitely—definitely!"

-

After serving the tea—

He was surrounded by a group of brothers and comrades who were helping him as he walked towards Jiang Zhiyu's room.

With each step forward, his heart pounded with anxiety.

When he reached the door, his heart was pounding in his throat.

He clenched his fist; his palm was sweaty.

He couldn't believe it—

He really can marry this woman.

Seeing his silly cousin's face turn pale with nervousness, Song Yanshu couldn't help but slap him.

"Hey, you little rascal! Getting all nervous now?"

"Don't make any mistakes."

Song Yanzhou turned around and glared at him, then replied:

"You rarely get a chance to ridicule me."

Song Yanshu touched his nose and curled his lips downwards:

"Who told you to get married before me, and with such a beautiful wife?"

-

The door creaked open.

Jiang Zhiyu sat by the window.

Morning light streamed in through the windowpane, falling on her shoulders, her hair, and the collar of her pale white shirt. She looked up—

His eyes were calm, and there was a very faint smile on his lips.

Song Yanzhou stopped in his tracks at the door.

Everyone in the room was waiting for him to speak.

According to the rules—

Now he should say something decent, eloquent, something that will get everyone applauding.

What "I, Song Yanzhou, have come today to welcome you into my family," what "I will protect you for the rest of my life"—

He had recited them countless times in his mind.

But when I actually stood in front of her—

He got stuck.

The room was silent for three seconds.

Song Yanzhou opened his mouth, but finally managed to utter a sentence:

"Zhiyu, I've come to pick you up."

The whole room burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, Song Yanzhou, is that all you've got?"

"Our silly regimental commander—"

"Sister-in-law, sister-in-law, look at him, he's as stupid as a fool—"

"You all step aside and let his wife laugh at him—"

Song Yanzhou's entire face flushed red, from his ears all the way to the base of his neck.

He opened his mouth, trying to salvage the situation—

It turns out there's no way to fix anything now.

Jiang Zhiyu wasn't being pretentious.

Seeing her husband's nervous and embarrassed expression, the smile in her eyes deepened.

She stood up from her seat.

Walk up to him.

handle--

handed over.

The laughter that filled the room instantly subsided.

Song Yanzhou looked down at the long, clean hand that was being extended in front of him.

I paused for a second.

Then, carefully, as if holding some rare treasure, he wrapped it in his palm.

that moment--

He felt like he owned the whole world.

-

Jiang Zhiyu naturally took his arm.

Song Yanzhou is wearing a military uniform today.

She didn't want to follow those clichéd plots—like carrying someone out the door on her back, crying during the wedding, or stopping every three steps and bowing every five.

Military uniforms should be worn with proper posture and straight lines.

Only by walking out upright and honest—

Only in this way can we give him the respect that his military uniform deserves, and the dignity that he, as a groom, should have.

Song Yanzhou felt her arm reach out to him, and his whole body stiffened for a moment.

Then--

My back is straighter than before.

Her chin was also slightly raised.

That smug and proud expression was ten times more obvious than when he was being arrogant in front of his cousin earlier.

As the two walked out of the Liu family's gate hand in hand—

The onlookers outside—

They all gasped in shock.

"Oh My God--"

What a perfect couple!

The man was handsome and tall—

The woman's posture was serene and composed.

"We've really seen something amazing today!"

A cacophony of voices erupted.

Song Yanzhou quickly walked to the jeep, opened the car door for Jiang Zhiyu with a "snap," and helped her into the car.

They moved very carefully.

Then--

He walked around to the passenger side and slammed the door shut.

Turning my head to look at the two elderly people behind me—

Godfather, Godmother, and Mr. and Mrs. Jiang Boxun got into the second car one after another.

Song Yanzhou then returned to the driver's seat, took a deep breath, and started the engine.

The jeep slowly drove out of the alley.

Behind me—

The sound of firecrackers continued in waves.

The entire alley was filled with red.

-

In the car.

Song Yanzhou's hands gripping the steering wheel—

He was covered in sweat.

He gripped it so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Jiang Zhiyu turned her head to look at him, and patted the back of his hand with amusement.

"take it easy."

"It's just getting married—"

"It's no big deal."

Song Yanzhou nearly crushed the steering wheel with his grip.

He turned his head and glanced at her, his lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

[Host.] Seventeen mentally ranted, [Your words—they practically pierced him.]

【Um? 】

So he's the only one who's nervous here?

Jiang Zhiyu: "..."

She glanced at Song Yanzhou again.

The man's ears were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

But he gritted his teeth and didn't dare to utter a sound.

"Okay, don't be nervous anymore!" Jiang Zhiyu reassured her again.

Yes.

In this relationship—

He has always been the nervous one.

From their first meeting in Shanghai, through repeated farewells, to his grandfather going to his old boss every day to talk about it—

He was more afraid of her running away than anyone else.

More than anyone else, I'm afraid that all of this is not real.

More than anyone else, I'm afraid that after waiting for so long, it will all be for nothing.

His persistence—

Finally, the reward came.

"After the clouds disperse, the moon will shine brightly."

He silently repeated the sentence to himself.

Then he secretly glanced at Jiang Zhiyu in the passenger seat.

She was looking out the window, her hair gently blowing in the wind.

Sunlight streamed in through the windshield, falling softly on her profile, like a painting.

Song Yanzhou quietly, quietly—

He smiled and curled his lips into a smile.

He, Song Yanzhou—

He is the happiest person in the world.