My Marvel Superman Girlfriend.

But when he got to his front door, he suddenly stopped.

Could something that has remained unchanged for over a decade change because of an old photograph?

A thought inexplicably flashed through his mind, causing Xinian's heart to clench suddenly. He stood there, his eyes fixed on the tightly closed and silent door.

About ten seconds.

The cold winter air kept pouring in from the stairwell outside the door, and hope Nian's palms were sweating as he gripped the key. Just as he made up his mind to open the door, it suddenly clicked open from the inside out.

A woman who was perfect no matter how critical the look of her was, stood at the doorway.

She looked to be only about twenty-eight years old. Her black hair was neatly combed and tied up, giving her an air of sophistication. Her face, lightly made up, was exquisitely flawless. Her eyes were like silhouettes of a clear blue sky, with slightly arched black eyebrows that hinted at a touch of heroism.

The woman wore a loose-fitting, stylish long white shirt and trousers, revealing a glimpse of her graceful and tall figure. What was truly admirable was that despite her regal bearing, she also possessed a natural and casual air.

Noble and casual.

These two completely different qualities did not clash at this moment, but rather blended together subtly and perfectly.

hope Nian subconsciously called out to the woman in front of him, "Auntie."

"Come in."

Diana Prince didn't ask Xinian why she was standing outside the door. Instead, she crouched down slightly, her neck and lower hips forming a perfect arc, and took a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet next to the door, placing them on the carpet in front of Xinian.

"Auntie, I..."

hope Nian opened his mouth, feeling that he shouldn't hide anything from women these days; this had been the same thing for the past sixteen years. He just didn't know how to start the conversation.

"Let's have dinner first." Diana seemed to have noticed something, interrupted him, and turned to walk into the living room.

Xinian felt much more relaxed. He put his schoolbag on the hook by the door, changed into slippers, and followed him into the living room.

The living room is lit with warm-colored lights.

Two steaming bowls of spaghetti were on the table, accompanied by beef sauce, chili oil, and cold water. Diana and Xinian, one big and one small, sat down and silently ate their dinners facing each other.

"It's spaghetti again." hope Nian looked at the very familiar dish and seemed to have forgotten the heavy atmosphere from before, muttering to himself.

Unexpectedly, her aunt Diana across from her replied with a cold and aloof expression, "It's good enough that you have something to eat, how dare you say another word?"

"Yes."

With a pained expression, Xinian quickly picked up his fork and finished off his colorful pasta.

My aunt is perfect inside and out, except she has no talent for cooking, so the taste is as ordinary as ever.

However, eating this now brings back memories of Xinian's childhood.

I remember back then, my aunt couldn't cook at all.

"Cough cough."

Xinian choked on his food because he was eating too fast. Diana, who was sitting in front of him and seemed to have been watching him closely, immediately got up, came over, and gently patted his back with her hand: "Eat slowly." She then handed him her water glass.

hope Nian took a big gulp of warm water, and his chest immediately felt much better.

So he simply said in one breath, "Auntie, someone handed a photo to our house this morning."

As he spoke, Xinian placed the photo from his pocket on the table and began to recount what had happened at home that morning.

Diana was not surprised and listened quietly to his story, but a slight ripple flashed in her eyes when she saw the black and white photos.

After Xinian finished explaining what had happened, Diana put the photos away, returned to her seat, and gently instructed, "I know who slipped the photos to me. I will handle this matter, and you don't need to worry about it anymore."

"Ok."

Xinian had no doubt that her aunt could handle everything, but asked with pure worry and curiosity, "Auntie, the person in that photo wearing strange armor..."

"Since you want to know, then I'll tell you."

Diana's cool expression turned solemn. After a moment of hesitation, she spoke earnestly, "That's right, she was actually—my grandmother. She passed away a long time ago. I heard that she helped the army fight against a mysterious force during World War I."

"A mysterious force? Could it be a legendary god?!" hope Nian's eyes widened in surprise. The most widely circulated story about the cause of the war was the god of war!

Diana shook her head and said, "Things from the past are too long ago. I only heard about them from my mother when I was a child."

She paused for a moment: "But there are no gods in this world."

“That makes sense.” hope Nian breathed a sigh of relief. At most, aliens have appeared, which is still within the realm of scientific understanding.

Diana secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm meeting a friend and I'll be going out for a bit. I might be back a little late," Diana said softly, taking a sip of her water. She then noticed that Xinian was staring intently at the glass in her hand.

"What's wrong?" Diana put down her cup and asked curiously.

"It's nothing, it's nothing." hope Nian shook his head; he had just suddenly remembered a question.

I just used my aunt's water cup, and now my aunt is using it again.

Isn't this just indirect kissing?

There's nothing wrong with indirectly kissing his aunt; when they were little, Xinian and his aunt often bathed together. This is also a major reason why girls still have a hard time attracting Xinian's attention.

Just like being captivated by masterpieces of art every day, other works always seem somewhat bland and uninteresting.

But now, a problem has arisen.

Will an indirect kiss trigger the [Master of Familiars] effect?

hope Nian couldn't help but think about it.

He hadn't tried his superpowers yet, only knowing the three prerequisites for activating the [Master of Families] ability:

I need someone of the opposite sex.

They were in physical contact.

They exchange liquid media with each other.

Xinian's aunt is naturally a woman, and a stunningly beautiful one at that.

As for close contact, I wonder if the pat on the back just now counts?

The most important thing is liquid exchange. Even if there was an exchange just now, it was neutralized by the water in the cup.

So, everything should be fine, right?

hope Nian was absent-mindedly pondering this question until the evening's light dinner ended.

"Don't wait for me, just stay home and go to sleep early." Diana spoke in a tone as if coaxing a child, which made Xinian both amused and exasperated. He replied, "I know, just be careful out there. We don't have any resident superheroes in our city."

Currently, only the three major economic capitals of New York City, Gotham City, and Metropolis have Iron Man, Batman, and Superman residing there, respectively, due to their own residence in those cities.

"Don't worry, I've always been lucky. You, on the other hand, stay home and don't wander off." Diana winked, gave him a reassuring smile, and then put on her winter high-heeled boots before leaving the house.

The room fell silent once again.

hope Nian looked at the closed door, feeling a strange emptiness in her heart, and began to recall the conversation they had just had.

"Is the matter of the photos really over just like that?" hope Nian murmured.

If the photo truly represents only my aunt's grandmother, then what were the thoughts of the person who placed it in the house?

"This matter doesn't seem so simple." hope Nian was tidying up his dishes in a daze when he heard something explode with a crisp sound.

hope Nian was startled. When he came to his senses, he looked down and his pupils suddenly contracted.

The water glass he was holding shattered and exploded, as if it had endured a violent force beyond its capacity, with shards of glass clattering and scattering all over the ground.

"This cup? No, it's my body..."

hope Nian's palm was completely unharmed. On the contrary, he felt that the power of his palm was stronger than ever before, as if it could crush and destroy everything.

Hallucination, or illusion?

While hope Nian was stunned, he looked at the metal knife and fork he was holding in his other hand. His fingers twitched slightly, and the metal knife and fork quickly bent and deformed under the naked eye.

There is also a clearly visible fingerprint dent on the handle of the metal cutlery.

Every gesture exudes extraordinary grace!

"Huh?" Xinian was completely dumbfounded.

Chapter 4, The Wonder Man Makes His Debut

Diana went out and turned around two or three corners downstairs before arriving at a retro-style coffee shop not far from her home.

Because it was dinner time, the coffee shop wasn't crowded, and Diana quickly found the person she was meeting.

In a quiet corner by the window of the coffee shop, sat a middle-aged woman in her early forties with slightly wavy long hair and wearing sunglasses.

"Madam, what would you like to order?"

The tall and stylish Diana immediately became the focus of attention in the store. Even the young female shop assistants were immediately struck by her beauty and politely approached her with their order forms to ask questions.

“A cup of hot coffee will do,” Diana replied with a smile, gracefully sitting down in the chair opposite the woman in sunglasses.

“Diana Prince, it’s been a long time.” The middle-aged woman took off her sunglasses, her eyes filled with an indifference colder than winter.

Diana nodded slightly. "It's been a long time, Barbara Minerva." Seeing her former colleague, friend, and foe again evoked mixed feelings within her.

"More than twenty years have passed, and you are still exactly the same as you were back then, without getting old. You truly deserve to be called a descendant of God, don't you?" Barbara chuckled, gazing at Diana's perfect and familiar face, and said self-deprecatingly, "Since I lost my Cheetah abilities and got a certain age, I've inevitably developed crow's feet on my face, my body has become increasingly frail and out of shape, and my skin is no longer as firm and elastic as it used to be."

"Are you still unable to let go of what happened back then?"

Diana frowned slightly and asked bluntly, "So, this is why you secretly slipped my old photos into my house?"

Barbara leaned back and couldn't help but laugh: "You don't even have time to catch up, and you're already getting to the point? It seems you really care about that child."

Diana remained noncommittal, but said earnestly, "He was just an ordinary person."

"So that's why I stuffed the photos in there."

Barbara's expression turned slightly sarcastic: "You're a goddess high above, able to fly and dive to the depths of the earth, and immortal. And all these years, you've adopted an ordinary human child? What are you doing, trying to completely integrate into our human world? Don't be ridiculous!!"

At the end, she slammed her hands on the table and stood up, her emotions running high, looking at Diana with immense resentment and anger.

Diana remained composed, her long legs crossed and pressed together. Even sitting quietly in the chair, her aura was not shaken in the slightest by Barbara.

She paused for a moment, then said softly, "I was originally utterly disappointed in humanity and had no hope for them."

"What are you talking about?" Barbara asked, her face full of confusion, but she eventually sat down again.

Diana glanced out the window at the snow-covered streets and continued, "Until, sixteen years ago, on Christmas night..."