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

In the military compound.

Song Yanzhou had just hung up the phone and was still standing by his desk when a smile crept onto his lips.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, especially since they were already newlyweds.

He raised his hand to touch his hair, walked to the old dressing mirror in the corridor, and looked himself up and down.

His military uniform was neat and tidy, the top button was fastened meticulously, and the creases on his cuffs were carefully smoothed out by hand.

The person in the mirror has sharp eyebrows and eyes, but the corners of their mouth can't help but turn up.

Song Yanzhou himself was amused.

His wife only nodded in approval because of this face.

We cannot let our guard down; we must go see her properly and formally.

-

The entrance to the alley.

Jiang Zhiyu stood listlessly under the tree, kicking a small pebble back and forth, making it roll east and west.

Not far away, a jeep roared and turned into the alley.

Jiang Zhiyu raised her head.

She knew it was him without even looking.

The string that had been taut in my heart, something I couldn't quite explain, finally let out at that moment.

This is probably a common problem for newlyweds.

The jeep came to a smooth stop at the end of the alley. The door was pushed open, and a tall figure nimbly jumped out.

The setting sun fell right behind him, and the golden-red glow flowed slowly down his shoulders, neck, and jawline, casting a gentle, warm light on his crisp military uniform.

He walked towards her step by step, one step, two steps, each step feeling like a steady step on her heart.

Jiang Zhiyu's heart skipped a beat; she was still powerless against that face.

Song Yanzhou stopped in front of her, without speaking immediately, but simply reached out and gently took her hands that were hanging at her sides.

He opened her palm, examined it carefully for a moment, and then spoke in a low voice.

"Was the trip smooth?"

Jiang Zhiyu nodded.

"Yes, everything went smoothly."

Song Yanzhou responded, the tension in his eyes completely relaxing, then his brows furrowed slightly, with a hint of feigned reproach.

"You ungrateful little thing, if Mom and Dad hadn't called today, would you have forgotten about me?"

Jiang Zhiyu's ears burned slightly. She lowered her head and gently curled her fingertips in his palm.

"No, I was planning to have dinner with my parents and then go to the military region to find you. I also had some good news to tell you."

Song Yanzhou raised his eyebrows instantly, his eyes filled with anticipation.

"Good news? What good news?"

Jiang Zhiyu felt a little smug as she watched him get excited.

I'll keep you in suspense for now, I'll tell you later.

Song Yanzhou stared at her intently for two seconds, then let out a low chuckle.

"Alright, whatever you say."

He released one hand, took her fingertips, and led her a few steps toward the jeep, where he took out a jar of wine carefully wrapped in red paper from the passenger seat.

This was a vintage daughter's red wine that he had specially exchanged with the old manager of the supply and marketing cooperative.

Holding a wine jar in one hand and tightly holding Jiang Zhiyu's hand in the other, Song Yanzhou turned his head to look at her, his eyes gentle.

"What are you thinking about, honey?"

The word "daughter-in-law" is spoken very lightly, yet it carries a heavy weight, leaving a profound impression on people's hearts.

Jiang Zhiyu blinked.

"It's nothing."

She turned her head away, but couldn't help but mutter to herself: Why do I always feel like I can't quite get into the role of "daughter-in-law"?

-

In the small courtyard.

Su Wanqing cooked two more home-style dishes and also made a large plate of fragrant braised pork.

Jiang Boxun rarely got up and personally rummaged through the deepest part of the cabinet to find a wine cup that he had treasured for a long time.

The two pushed open the door and entered the courtyard.

Su Wanqing's eyes crinkled with laughter the moment she saw Song Yanzhou.

"Oh, Xiao Song is here, please have a seat."

Song Yanzhou placed the Daughter Red wine in his hand steadily on the dining table.

"Mom, this is some aged Shaoxing wine that I got from the old shopkeeper. It goes perfectly with today's meal."

Su Wanqing couldn't stop smiling.

Jiang Boxun, standing to the side, responded softly, seemingly calm, but his eyes betrayed his excitement.

He gestured for the two children to sit down, picked up the wine cup on the table, and slowly cleared his throat.

"This is the first time our family of four has been able to sit down and eat together since Zhiyu got married."

The old man spoke slowly, paused, and looked at Song Yanzhou beside him.

"This girl is always busy and never home. Please be patient and understanding, Xiao Song."

Song Yanzhou stood ramrod straight, raised his hand to pick up the wine cup, and first offered a toast to Jiang Boxun.

"Dad, please don't say that."

He put down his wine cup, his gaze steady and sincere.

"The day Zhiyu and I registered our marriage, I finally understood everything. She's not like ordinary girls; she can't be like a typical wife, staying at the kitchen and raising children. She has her own path to walk and her own mission to shoulder."

Song Yanzhou paused slightly, his voice becoming increasingly firm and steady.

"I will never be a vine that hinders her or entangles her path. I will be a safe haven behind her, a place where she can rest peacefully whenever she turns around."

The courtyard fell silent instantly.

Jiang Zhiyu raised her eyes and looked at the man diagonally opposite her.

His military uniform had a sharp, clean shoulder line and a taut jawline, yet his eyes were filled with the ultimate tenderness.

He had been holding her hand tightly, but now it rested peacefully on his lap.

Jiang Boxun was silent for two seconds, then reached out and patted Song Yanzhou's shoulder heavily.

"Good! Well said!"

"What kind of life a woman should live, and what responsibilities a man should shoulder, should never be defined by worldly rules. As her father, I am overjoyed that Zhiyu can live the life she wants."

He sighed softly, his eyes filled with relief.

"What puts my mind at ease the most is that you understand her and protect her. With the two of you around, your mother and I can finally feel at ease, knowing that you can make a good life for her."

Su Wanqing took off her apron, sat down at the table, looked up at her daughter, and smiled with a hint of gentle inquiry.

"Zhiyu, you and Yanzhou have been married for over a month now, shouldn't you be thinking about having a child?"

Jiang Zhiyu's hand, which had just picked up a piece of braised pork, suddenly froze in mid-air, the meat on the tip of her chopsticks trembling slightly.

Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and her mind went completely blank for a moment.

—Pushing for a baby?

Seventeen chuckled in her mind.

"Host, this is the legendary large-scale baby-making event!"

Before Jiang Zhiyu could recover from the unexpected question, the eyes of Jiang Boxun, Su Wanqing, and Song Yanzhou all fell on her.

Her genuine helplessness was laid bare.

The three of them chuckled almost simultaneously.

Jiang Boxun shook his head helplessly, his tone full of doting affection.

"Sometimes I wonder if you really have the heart of a young girl."

Jiang Zhiyu raised her hand to her forehead, speechless.

Song Yanzhou, who was beside her, did not smile. Instead, he quietly reached out and gently took her hand under the table, holding it gently on her knee, again and again, to comfort her and silently tell her: Don't rush.

Jiang Zhiyu's ears turned bright red instantly, and she quickly lowered her head, shoveling a large mouthful of rice into her mouth to hide her embarrassment.

The meal lasted until the sun had completely set.

After the meal, Jiang Zhiyu put down her chopsticks and looked at her parents intently.

"Dad, Mom, I can stay home with you for half a month this time. After that, I have a mission in the Gobi Desert. For the next half month, I won't do anything but stay here and take care of you."

Su Wanqing's eyes instantly reddened.

Jiang Boxun nodded quickly, pretending to pick up the wine cup and sip the wine, secretly suppressing the tears welling up in his eyes.

At the dinner table, the most excited person was Song Yanzhou.

He looked up at her, the light in his eyes even brighter than the setting sun.

Half a month!

His wife can stay with him for a full two weeks without worry.

As soon as the food was cleared from the table, Song Yanzhou could no longer sit still and immediately grabbed Jiang Zhiyu's hand to stand up.

"Dad, Mom, I'll take Zhiyu back to see the place first. The military region allocated me a family compound, but I was worried she wouldn't be used to living in a crowded apartment building, so I specifically applied to the organization for a small, detached house. The house hasn't been properly furnished yet, so I need to let Zhiyu make the decision; her opinion is the most important."

Jiang Boxun and Su Wanqing exchanged a glance and waved with smiles.

"Go on, go on. Zhiyu, listen to Xiao Song, that's your own little family, pay more attention to it."

Before Jiang Zhiyu could respond, he firmly grasped her wrist and quickly walked towards the door.

As she stepped out of the courtyard, Jiang Zhiyu turned her head to look at his tall and handsome profile.

The strange feeling that I could never quite accept as a "daughter-in-law" quietly dissipated at that moment.

It doesn't seem that hard to relate to!