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

Jiang Zhiyu left quietly this time.

Before dawn, the person in the second-floor window of the manor had already disappeared.

There was a note on the bedside table, with neat and legible handwriting.

Don't worry about me while I'm out on a mission.

By the time her uncle's family received the note, Jiang Zhiyu was already sitting in a café in Europe.

He was holding a coffee, munching on dry bread, and glancing around as he ate.

They had no idea that their uncle's family was in complete chaos.

Seventeen popped into her consciousness, its wings fluttering, its tone full of smugness.

"Host, host, weren't we incredibly fast this time?"

"Now that we have an anchor point, it'll be much easier to come back next time."

Jiang Zhiyu's lips curled into a smile.

"Good job, I'll praise you again later."

"We're unfamiliar with this place, so we need to find clues about those two items gradually. We can't rush it."

"So, what should we do first?"

"Let's eat first," Jiang Zhiyu said, taking a bite of her dry bread. "Then we'll find a place to stay."

She chose an old-fashioned hotel with wrought iron railings at the entrance. The receptionist was a kind, silver-haired elderly woman. Jiang Zhiyu used her Hong Kong identity to check in smoothly.

The moment Jiang Zhiyu pushed open the door, her shoulders relaxed.

Outside the window is a long cobblestone street, and in the distance you can see an old, gray-blue church bell tower.

She hung her coat on the back of the chair, kicked off her boots, and buried herself in the thick down comforter.

The old-fashioned chandelier on the ceiling swayed twice in her eyes.

After a while, she turned over and covered her eyes with one arm.

I miss him.

Without consciously thinking about it, the moment I lay down, that person's image popped into my head.

Seventeen probably noticed her movement, and her tone softened immediately.

"Host."

"Um."

"Considering the time difference, you'll be back in Shanghai this evening. You can come back tomorrow morning; it won't cause any delay."

Jiang Zhiyu removed her hand from her eyes.

"OK."

She closed her eyes again.

A few seconds later, it suddenly opened its eyes again.

Seventeen.

"I'm here."

"How did you manage to resist absorbing the essence from that bronze cauldron this time?"

Jiang Zhiyu was genuinely surprised that the bronze cauldron had remained silent for so many days in the space.

"Hehehe." Seventeen's wings flapped loudly. "I think once I get these two items, I'll definitely have enough for my upgrade."

"We can just use all three at once and get all the benefits out of it. That would be such a good deal!"

Jiang Zhiyu was amused by its "great value" claim.

"Okay, whatever you say."

"Then tonight," she said, her smile fading and her voice lowering, "let's give him a surprise!"

................................................

Evening in Shanghai.

She didn't go back to her little villa in Shanghai.

She walked straight toward the military region.

As she entered the military area gate, the young soldier on guard saw her, his eyes lit up, and he gave her a straight salute.

"Hello, sister-in-law."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded.

As we walked further in, every soldier we encountered paused for a moment, then immediately straightened their backs. The respect in their eyes was unmistakable.

"sister in law."

"Hello, Commander's wife."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded in response to each of them.

Jiang Zhiyu paused for a moment as the door opened.

Everything is still the same as it was before she left.

Kitchen, living room, bedroom.

Nothing has changed.

She reached out and touched the back of the chair in the living room; there wasn't a speck of dust on her fingertips.

My heart suddenly softened.

"That idiot."

She hung up her coat, rolled up her sleeves, and went into the kitchen.

She scooped a large bag of seafood from her spatial storage and dumped it all into a big pot. She then chopped two kinds of leafy greens and quickly stir-fried them. The kitchen fumes soon filled the air as she stirred the food, listening to footsteps outside in the yard.

Soon after, familiar footsteps could be heard.

Jiang Zhiyu's lips curled up uncontrollably.

"daughter in law!"

When Song Yanzhou burst through the door, he was still holding a lunchbox in one hand, and hadn't even had time to take off his military cap with the other. He stood in the doorway, his eyes lighting up first, then his whole face.

Jiang Zhiyu turned around.

"You're back."

Song Yanzhou looked at her, then at the large pot of seafood and two plates of fresh green vegetables on the table. He grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

"Wife." He gently placed the lunchbox on the table and walked over.

"You're back."

The lunchbox was opened.

The box contained braised pork, which Jiang Zhiyu loves.

Jiang Zhiyu smiled.

She turned her head.

"stupid."

"Mmm." Song Yanzhou didn't deny it at all, and even pulled her into his arms, nuzzling his chin against the top of her head. "So what if you're silly?"

Jiang Zhiyu was held in his arms, letting him rub against her.

She raised her hand and gently smoothed the collar of his military uniform.

"I'll come back every few days from now on."

The force in Song Yanzhou's arms noticeably paused.

Jiang Zhiyu didn't look at his face and just continued talking.

"I will never neglect my Commander Song again."

"OK?"

After saying this, the hand in Song Yanzhou's arms tightened suddenly.

Jiang Zhiyu was held tightly in his arms, her cheek pressed against his chest, and she could hear his heart pounding like a drum.

one second.

two seconds.

Song Yanzhou's face turned bright red.

He hugged her tightly, resting his chin on the top of her head.

"I wish I could tie you to my belt."

"But I know you have a mission," his voice muffled in her hair, "You have important things to do."

"It would be good if you could think of me occasionally."

Jiang Zhiyu chuckled.

She reached out and gently patted his back, as if coaxing a child.

"I'm serious."

"I'll come back every few days from now on."

Song Yanzhou remained silent.

Jiang Zhiyu knew he probably didn't take those words seriously. He had always been a very clear-headed person.

She didn't explain further.

He'll find out eventually.

The meal took a long time to prepare.

Song Yanzhou ate three large bowls of rice in one go, shoveling it down with his head down. Jiang Zhiyu sat opposite him, resting her chin on her hand as she watched him eat.

The lights are warm.

The autumn insects outside the window chirped lazily.

She reached out and peeled the biggest shrimp in his bowl, placing it in his bowl.

Song Yanzhou was taken aback.

Why aren't you eating?

"I'm so tired of eating seafood." She smiled. "Here you go."

Song Yanzhou took a bite and ate half of the shrimp.

They didn't say much that night.

After the lights went out, Song Yanzhou hugged her very tightly, so tightly that she could feel his shoulder blades taut on his back.

She reached out and gently patted his back.

"I'm here."

"Mmm." Song Yanzhou buried his chin in the crook of her neck.

"I'm here."

Jiang Zhiyu repeated it again.

Song Yanzhou hummed in agreement again.

Jiang Zhiyu did not continue speaking.

The next day, at the crack of dawn, Jiang Zhiyu woke up.

Breakfast was made by Jiang Zhiyu; it was simple—congee with preserved egg and lean pork, two fried eggs, and a small dish of pickled vegetables.

The two people sat facing each other and ate.

Song Yanzhou ate his porridge spoonful by spoonful, but his eyes would occasionally look up at her.

Jiang Zhiyu couldn't help but laugh at his gaze.

"I don't have any flowers growing on my face."

"I just wanted to see you." Song Yanzhou lowered his head, took a sip of his drink, and didn't look up. "I haven't had enough of you in the past few months."

Jiang Zhiyu took a couple of sips of porridge and slowly put down her spoon.

"I have to go back."

Song Yanzhou stopped holding the spoon.

"I'll be back in three days."

Jiang Zhiyu looked at him.

"real?"

The question about Song Yanzhou was asked with extreme caution.

"Really." Jiang Zhiyu looked into his eyes. "I'm not lying to you."

"Three days."

Song Yanzhou didn't say anything more, but simply took her hand off the table.

When he spoke again, his voice was slightly hoarse.

"I send you."

Jiang Zhiyu accompanied him all the way to the gate of the military region.

When they reached the door, Song Yanzhou refused to let go. He lowered his head, rested his chin on her shoulder, and wrapped his arms around her lower back, remaining motionless.

"Commander Song."

Jiang Zhiyu was being held by him, her voice tinged with amusement.

"I'm not lying to you, see you in three days."

Song Yanzhou hummed in agreement, but still refused to let go.

Jiang Zhiyu raised her hand and gently patted his arm.

"Let go, or the young soldier will laugh at you."

"Fine, I'll look then," Song Yanzhou said sullenly. After a few seconds, he slowly released his arm.

Jiang Zhiyu took a step back.

Eat well

Song Yanzhou nodded.

Jiang Zhiyu smiled, turned around, and walked towards the gate of the military region.

She took a few steps and then looked back.

Song Yanzhou remained standing in the same spot.

Jiang Zhiyu waved to him.

Song Yanzhou waved it back at her.

Jiang Zhiyu turned around and walked away quickly until she reached a secluded spot, where she disappeared into the shadows.

When I opened my eyes again, I was already in a hotel room, and it was already late at night outside the window.

The lights were on, and the warm orange light made the whole room feel gloomy.

Jiang Zhiyu stood by the window, scratched her hair, and sighed speechlessly.

"Why is this clashing with the evening again?"

Seventeen's voice slipped out of her consciousness, cheerful and lively.

"Host, these tasks we do are meant to be done at night."