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

Jiang Zhiyu turned her head back and asked Lin Manzhi, her gaze falling on her face.

What's your name?

The person on the bed moved their lips and gave a somewhat hesitant reply.

"Lin Manzhi."

How old are you this year?

"Which company do you work for? What's your position?"

"South of the city... Limin Electromechanical Factory, they run sales."

Jiang Zhiyu's gaze remained unchanged as she continued to ask.

"Who instructed you to approach Su Wenhao?"

There was a moment of silence in the room. The person on the bed slurred their breathing, their voice breaking in fits and starts.

"It's...it's Director Shen's idea. Su Wenhao has come to the factory a few times on business. Director Shen said he's a returned overseas Chinese, his family is very wealthy, and he's the richest comrade I can get in touch with. Director Shen also said that if I can win him over, my family will never have to worry about money again, and it will also be beneficial for him..."

"What is Director Shen's full name?"

"Shen Changqing."

Jiang Zhiyu silently repeated the name in her mind, without showing any emotion on her face.

"And what about you? What do you want from him?"

Upon hearing this question, Lin Manzhi answered fluently, as if this plan had already been rolled around in her mind a thousand times.

"He's definitely the best man I can meet. I'd already planned it all out: a dowry of 1,000 yuan, three turns and a radio, and forty-eight legs—nothing could be missing. With that, my brother will have enough money to get married in the future."

Upon hearing this, Shen Peiyu's handkerchief clenched tighter and tighter. A dowry of one thousand yuan—this girl really dared to ask for so much.

Jiang Zhiyu's voice turned cold.

"And now?"

"Now..." The person on the bed breathed a little faster, a smug smile playing on their lips even in their sleep, "After following him into Kyoto, I realized I had underestimated him. That kind of house, one courtyard within another, even the pillars under the eaves are painted... What's a thousand dollars? I'm going to make him buy a house like that in Kyoto, and bring my parents, my sister, and my brother to live there. Then when my brother gets married, he'll even have a house."

Su Wenhao stood at the foot of the bed, feeling a chill run down his spine as he listened.

He recalled the past month when he took her shopping and to restaurants. Every time, she would blush and whisper, "Brother Wenhao, it's too expensive, don't spend the money." Her words softened his heart and warmed his soul. He felt that this girl was simple, shy, and not greedy. It turned out that it wasn't that she wasn't greedy; it was just that his worldly experience was simply not up to her standards.

Jiang Boxun's hand covering his mouth unconsciously tightened a little more.

Jiang Zhiyu paused for a moment, then asked the question that everyone was waiting for.

"Whose child is it?"

As soon as those words were spoken, the room became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The person on the bed remained silent for a long while before softly uttering a few words, their voice as light as a sigh.

"Our neighbor is...Uncle Chen's."

Shen Peiyu's face was extremely grim. Su Jinglun's chest heaved violently, and the pair of walnuts he was holding made a cracking sound as he squeezed them.

Su Wenhao's mind went blank, and he froze on the spot.

Jiang Zhiyu didn't give him time to catch his breath and immediately followed up with her question.

"What do you plan to do with this child?"

"Just a day or two..." Lin Manzhi's voice held a hint of smugness. "When he takes me back to my room at night, I'll find some excuse to force things. Then the child will be a member of the Su family. We can get the marriage certificate and the baby will be born, and no one can find fault with it. Once the relationship is official, I'll find another excuse to abort the child... It'll be done without anyone knowing, and it'll make the Su family feel even more guilty."

Su Wenhao staggered backward, and Jiang Boxun released him as well. His face was deathly pale, his lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a single word.

He was genuinely scared.

He remembered walking her to her room that evening, her face flushed as she tugged at the doorframe and said, "Brother Wenhao, come in and have some water before you go." He had laughed at her then, thinking she was shy, and waved her away. But now, looking back, he realized that wasn't shyness at all; it was like an outstretched hook that hadn't caught, and she was waiting for the next opportunity.

Jiang Boxun grabbed him by the back of his collar, steadied him, and said in a low voice.

"Get some backbone! Stand up straight!"

Su Jinglun took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, his voice hoarse.

"Zhiyu, are you done asking?"

Jiang Zhiyu didn't turn around, and asked one last question.

What position does Shen Changqing hold in the factory?

"The deputy factory director...is in charge of external business."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded, and gently withdrew the wisp of spiritual energy from her fingertip, withdrawing it completely.

She pulled a small paper packet from her sleeve, flicked it between her fingertips, and a pinch of extremely fine white powder fell out. The person on the bed breathed even more heavily.

She then turned around and looked at her family members, whose expressions varied, and spoke in a very soft voice.

"Let's talk outside."

……

Everyone filed out of the guest room. Su Wenhao was lifted out by the back of his collar by Jiang Boxun; his legs were so weak they felt like they were walking on cotton, and he almost tripped on the steps. Shen Peiyu glanced back at the closed door, feeling both angry and heartbroken. She reached out and pinched her grandson's arm hard, but ultimately couldn't bring herself to hit him hard.

Jiang Zhiyu was the last to come out. She closed the door behind her, lightly touching the latch with her fingertips to make sure it was secure before leading everyone to the study.

Su Jinglun walked at the front, his steps heavy. Upon entering the study, he sat down in the armchair, reached for a teacup, only to find it empty, and then placed it heavily back on the table.

"Tell me, what should we do about this?"

Jiang Zhiyu didn't sit down immediately. She stood by the table, mentally going over the questions she had just asked before looking up at everyone.

"Lin Manzhi doesn't need to be moved yet. When she wakes up tomorrow, she won't remember anything from tonight; she'll just think she had a good night's sleep."

"What about Shen Changqing?" Su Jinglun frowned.

"Shen Changqing is mine." Jiang Zhiyu's voice was flat, revealing neither joy nor anger. "The deputy factory director, in charge of foreign affairs, has access to returned overseas Chinese who come to do business, and even dares to use his female sales representatives as pawns to curry favor with them. This person is probably more than just greedy. I will have someone investigate thoroughly."

Su Wanqing sighed as she looked at her nephew's distraught appearance.

"Wenhao, you're staying here tonight, and you're not allowed to go anywhere."

Su Wenhao nodded dejectedly, then suddenly remembered something and abruptly raised his head.

"Cousin, what if she... what if she asks me to take her back to her room or get her water again tomorrow?"

"Look at your pathetic self. Just act like nothing happened and keep her calm while I investigate."