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

Everyone settled into their seats in the study. Jiang Zhiyu didn't rush to speak; instead, she extended her spiritual energy from between her brows, silently scanning the guest room opposite. Only after confirming that the person on the bed was breathing deeper did she sit down on the sofa opposite the desk.

Su Jinglun cracked the walnuts in his hand. Seeing Jiang Zhiyu sit down, he slammed his teacup on the table and spoke first.

"Zhiyu, what did you mean by what you said at the dinner table today? Is there something wrong with that girl?"

Jiang Zhiyu nodded, her voice low.

"So far, she seems to have ulterior motives. And today at dinner, when the topic of Sister-in-law Xiaoman's pregnancy came up, she subconsciously clutched her stomach."

She glanced around at everyone present and added another sentence.

"Either she's already pregnant, or she's planning to use her pregnancy to get married."

Shen Peiyu clenched the handkerchief in her hand tightly, her face turning pale for a moment.

"Then... is it possible they're spies or something? Zhiyu, your identity is very sensitive right now. We can't rule out the possibility that spies are using this opportunity to infiltrate our area."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded slowly, her brow furrowing slightly.

"This possibility cannot be ruled out, especially at this crucial juncture."

"No, I'll go get that kid and call him over here to get to the bottom of this!"

He got up and strode out, but after opening the door, he tiptoed towards Su Wenhao's room.

There was a moment of silence in the study, broken only by the ticking of the grandfather clock.

Less than two minutes later, soft footsteps could be heard from the other end of the corridor. Jiang Boxun grabbed Su Wenhao by the collar with one hand and covered his mouth with the other, dragging him in forcefully.

The door was locked from the inside, and Su Wenhao was thrown onto the sofa. He bounced a little before he managed to steady himself.

Jiang Boxun stood opposite him, one hand on his hip, the other pointing at his nose, and spoke in a deep voice.

"Wenhao, tell your uncle the truth. How did you and her meet?"

Su Wenhao sat up straight, hurriedly straightening his collar which had been pulled askew, and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He swallowed hard, his voice weak.

"Who? Manzhi? She's... I went to their company on business, and she was a salesperson. We met a few times, and she was very caring towards me. She's also... very gentle, and she's really good to me."

When he said the last sentence, "It's really good," he felt a little guilty. His voice grew softer and softer, and he finally chuckled dryly and touched his nose.

Su Jinglun placed the teacup on the table, leaned forward, and stared intently at him.

"Did you reveal anything about our family background? Did you say you came back from the US?"

Su Wenhao was taken aback for a moment, then nodded as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Well... everyone in our circle knows, she definitely knows too."

Upon hearing this, Su Jinglun's face darkened even more. The veins on his hand, which was gripping the walnut, bulged, and his chest heaved.

Jiang Zhiyu patted her grandfather's chest and asked directly.

"Cousin, how far have things progressed between you and her? Have you even touched her?"

Su Wenhao suddenly jumped up from the sofa, waving his hands like a rattle drum.

"No, no! Don't wrong me!"

"Although I grew up in the US, I know what the situation is like back home. Without an engagement or marriage, how could I dare to lay a hand on someone?"

As he spoke, he belatedly realized what was happening, and suddenly looked up at Jiang Zhiyu, his face turning from red to white.

"Cousin, you...you mean..."

His lips trembled, and his Adam's apple bobbed repeatedly.

"Is there a problem with Lin Manzhi?"

Shen Peiyu was also heartbroken, and feeling both angry and anxious, she reached out and poked him hard on the forehead.

"You only just realized it now! I don't know where you got your brain from!"

Su Wenhao shrank back, looking dejected, and leaned against the back of the sofa, his voice trembling.

"How...how did you figure that out? She's just an ordinary girl..."

Jiang Zhiyu ignored his half-sentence of explanation and immediately asked the question.

"Shouldn't you have some idea about her family's situation?"

Su Wenhao stiffened his neck and counted on his fingers.

"I visited their home once. They lived in a very simple tenement building, only about thirty square meters. The six of them squeezed into that space. Her eldest sister was already married, she was the second oldest, and she had a younger brother who wasn't married yet. Her parents were ordinary factory workers, quite honest and unremarkable."

Upon hearing this, Su Jinglun grabbed a book from the side and threw it at Su Wenhao's arm with a "thud".

"How old are you?!"

"Can't you be a little more vigilant around people who appear near you? Putting aside everything else, do you even know how many spies are involved in assassinating your little cousin? You dare bring people home without doing any research?"

He raised his hand, his arm trembled, but the slap never came down.

"If this person has any ulterior motives, you'll be damned if you die!"

Su Wenhao was truly deflated. He slumped into the sofa, his shoulders drooping, his hands clasped together, and remained silent for a long time.

After a long while, he finally raised his head and looked at Jiang Zhiyu pitifully.

"Then... what should we do?"

Jiang Zhiyu stood up, straightened her clothes, and spoke in a calm tone.

"I'll go to her room and put some sleeping pills in her. Grandma, please check her pulse first to see if she's pregnant."

Upon hearing this, Su Wenhao was so startled that he jumped up from the sofa, almost knocking over the teacups on the coffee table.

"How could she be pregnant! I didn't even touch her!"

His voice cracked, his hands waved wildly, and sweat trickled down his temples.

Su Wanqing felt sorry for her nephew, so she went over, patted his back, and whispered something.

"That's why you're still too young. If someone wants to hide something from you, how would you know?"

Su Wenhao was truly dumbfounded. He slumped onto the sofa, as if all his strength had been drained, and didn't move for a long time.

……

Jiang Zhiyu was the first to leave the study and head towards the guest room where Lin Manzhi was staying.

When she reached the guest room door, she listened intently; it was completely silent inside. She flicked a little powder through the crack in the door.

Take two steps back and wait quietly.

After about half a cup of tea's time, he turned to the side and whispered to his family behind him.

"Go in!"

Then everyone entered Lin Manzhi's room.

She was sleeping soundly, her hands folded over her abdomen, her breathing even and even, looking incredibly well-behaved.

Jiang Zhiyu walked to the bedside and glanced back at her grandmother.

"Grandma, please take her pulse and see if she's pregnant."

Shen Peiyu walked over with a sullen face and sat down on the edge of the bed. He placed three fingers together on her wrist.

She closed her eyes, her expression focused. After a moment, she frowned slightly, then moved that hand to Lin Manzhi's right wrist and rested it on her wrist again.

After being held for more than ten minutes, Shen Peiyu finally opened her eyes, her face as black as the bottom of a pot.

She turned around and glared at Su Wenhao, speaking in an annoyed tone.

"You're quite something, kid. You dare to try and take advantage of this, actually offering a buy-one-get-one-free deal."

As soon as he heard those words, Su Wenhao's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, completely limp.

"That's a huge misunderstanding!"

He lay on the ground, his voice urgent and hoarse.

"I really didn't touch her! I really don't know! I've only known this girl for about a month, and we haven't even held hands!"

He stammered as he looked up at Shen Peiyu, his eyes red with anxiety.

"Grandma...Grandma, she's really...she's not mine, I really didn't touch her!"

Shen Peiyu rolled her eyes at him and slapped the back of his head.

"I know you don't have the guts to do that!"

Su Wenhao collapsed to the ground, unable to shed a tear.

He felt that Chinese girls were shy and reserved, unlike the bold girls in the US, and he liked that kind of vibe. But appearances can be deceiving; for a month he thought he'd struck gold, only to find out that she'd been the one who found him.

Jiang Zhiyu, too lazy to look at his pathetic state, turned around and walked to the bedside. With a flick of her finger, she put a pill into Lin Manzhi's mouth. The pill melted instantly in her mouth and slid down her throat.

She straightened up and gestured for everyone to be quiet.

"Don't speak yet, especially whatever you hear, just hold it in. Wait until I finish asking your questions."

Everyone nodded in agreement. Jiang Boxun even covered Su Wenhao's mouth with one hand.

Su Wenhao's palms were sweaty. He was about to pull his hand away when Jiang Boxun glared at him and forced him back down.

Jiang Zhiyu's spiritual power probed directly into Lin Manzhi's brow.