The divorce comeback system arrived right after I was born.

Pei Dongcheng's face was deathly pale, and he was clutching his chest, breathing heavily.

The moment he closed his eyes, all he could see in his mind was that spirited young man with the third eye drawn on his forehead, wearing tight pants, and that phrase echoing wildly in his head—"Oi, Old Deng!"

That's absolutely amazing.

Throughout his life, Pei Dongcheng has encountered countless ups and downs in business, including being stabbed in the back by competitors and having his partners abscond with his money, but he has never even blinked.

But today, he felt his strong heart being repeatedly crushed by that ghostly fire.

"Minor Snow!"

Pei Dongcheng turned and stared intently at his own daughter, his fingers trembling: "You...you're usually so well-behaved, so smart, how...how could you be so blind as to fall for such a thing?!"

Pei Ningxue stood in the center of the living room, twisting the hem of her clothes with both hands.

She lowered her head, her long hair obscuring her face.

Hearing her father's question, Pei Ningxue took a deep breath and composed herself.

When she looked up again, her eyes were slightly red, and her gaze held the stubbornness and foolishness of someone blinded by love.

"Dad, you can't say that about Hansheng."

Pei Ningxue's voice choked with emotion, tinged with a hint of protectiveness: "Although he has no money, no education, and dresses a bit too fashionably, he's good to me! He truly loves me!"

"Love my ass!" Pei Dongcheng cursed out. "He loves your money! He loves our family fortune!"

"No!"

Pei Ningxue took a step forward, her voice trembling with tears, as if possessed by a movie star: "Hansheng said that if my family doesn't agree, he'll take me away. He said he has connections in the electronics factory and can arrange for me to get a job on the assembly line. Although I'm a newbie, as long as I'm willing to work hard, I can earn more than four thousand a month with the full attendance bonus."

"He also said that the factory provides meals and accommodation. Although the dormitory is an eight-person room with no air conditioning and lots of mosquitoes in the summer, even though it's a bit tough, I'd be willing to eat instant noodles every day just to be with him!"

"Tighten screws?"

Pei Dongcheng's vision went black, and he almost fainted again.

His beloved daughter, whom he had carefully nurtured for eighteen years, was a piano grade 10 student, fluent in three foreign languages, and about to study at Peking University, was now going to work in an electronics factory fixing screws.

"What a tragedy!" Pei Dongcheng slumped onto the sofa and closed his eyes in despair.

It’s over.

It's all over.

My daughter has been completely brainwashed.

In extreme despair, the human brain often seeks a compensatory mechanism.

Suddenly, the image of another boy appeared in Pei Dongcheng's mind.

Chen Zhi, who wore a clean school uniform, spoke in a way that was a bit irritating but clear and logical, and ranked first in the province.

Without comparison, there is no harm.

Previously, Pei Dongcheng thought that Chen Zhi's family background was average and he was not good enough for his daughter. He thought Chen Zhi was a toad trying to eat swan meat.

But now, with Chen Hansheng—wearing loafers, drawing a third eye on his face, riding a will-o'-the-wisp, and saying he'd take his daughter to get screws—as a contrast…

That Chen Zhi is simply an angel!

He's practically the most perfect rich husband in the world!

At least Chen Zhi is handsome! At least Chen Zhi is intelligent! At least Chen Zhi wouldn't draw an eye on his forehead and call him Old Deng!

"Xiaoxue..."

Pei Dongcheng opened his eyes shakily, his tone suddenly becoming humble, "What about that top scorer in the province? You mean Chen Zhi? Weren't you two quite close before?"

Pei Ningxue was stunned for a moment, thinking to herself, "Finally, they've arrived."

She sniffed, feigning disgust, "Dad, why are you bringing him up? Chen Zhi is so boring, all he does is study, he's not romantic at all. Unlike Han Sheng, he'll take me riding his 'Ghost Fire' and thunder through the streets, how cool is that?"

"Cool my ass!"

Pei Dongcheng panicked and jumped up from the sofa: "So what if you're good at studying? What are men supposed to do if they don't study? Dance the 'social dance'?!"

"Let me tell you, Pei Ningxue, your aesthetic sense has become seriously flawed!"

Pei Dongcheng paced back and forth in the living room, heartbroken, and shouted at the door, "That Chen Zhi, although his family's circumstances are vastly different from ours, he's still the top student in the province, a potential candidate for Peking University! His future is limitless! How could you... how could you pick up a sesame seed and lose a watermelon?"

Pei Ningxue had achieved her goal, but she still pretended to be unwilling: "But didn't you look down on Chen Zhi before? You still insisted that I attend that party and meet those rich kids..."

"I'm not going! I'm not going at all!"

After tonight's scare, he finally understood.

What business marriage, what family development?

Pei Dongcheng felt he could accept anything as long as his daughter didn't go with Chen Hansheng to fix screws, and as long as she could find a normal human being.

"Starting today, that business cocktail party is canceled! And don't bother studying business anymore; study whatever you want!"

Pei Dongcheng walked up to Pei Ningxue, grabbed his daughter's shoulders, and said earnestly, even with a hint of pleading, "Dad only has one request: cut ties with that Chen Hansheng. Cut ties completely!"

"Dad will handle that child. We'll go to the best hospital, and neither of us will mention this again."

"As for dating..."

Pei Dongcheng gritted his teeth and made the biggest concession of his life: "Once you're at Peking University, you can talk to whoever you want. Even that Chen Zhi… Dad won't object. As long as he's a normal person, as long as he doesn't wear loafers, Dad will support you!"

Compared to Chen Hansheng, Pei Dongcheng now sees everyone as handsome and refined.

Pei Ningxue blinked, then asked hesitantly, "Really? You're not forcing me to go to the party anymore? You're not forcing me to go abroad?"

"I won't pressure you anymore! Just get rid of that hot-tempered blond guy!" Pei Dongcheng said confidently.

"Well... I'll think about it."

Pei Ningxue nodded reluctantly. "Actually, Hansheng recently said he didn't want to raise the child and wanted me to abort it. Since you've said that, I'll listen to you this once and break up with him."

"Split! We must split! The sooner the better!" Pei Dongcheng breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if he had just walked through the gates of hell.

……

Half an hour later.

A roadside barbecue stall less than 500 meters from the Pei family villa area.

Smoke and fire filled the air, and the noise of people was deafening.

Chen Zhi sat on the greasy plastic stool, with a large plate of kebabs and several empty water bottles in front of him.

He had already taken off that tight polo shirt, leaving him only in a white short-sleeved shirt underneath, and his trousers were rolled up above his knees.

"Boss, ten more skewers of lamb, please!"

As Chen Zhi shouted, he grabbed a bottle of chilled mineral water and frantically rubbed his forehead.

That two-yuan eyebrow pencil was of surprisingly good quality; it was waterproof and sweatproof. He rubbed it until his forehead turned red, but there was still a faint mark on his "third eye."

"Damn it, this thing is even harder to remove than a tattoo."

Chen Zhi made a sarcastic remark, picked up a skewer of lamb, and took a big bite.

Just then, the phone on the table vibrated.

Bad Woman: [Old Deng has been tamed by you. Mr. Chen Hansheng, you've done a great job.]

The bad woman: [He stopped forcing me to go to parties, and he stopped forcing me to study business. He even said that as long as I don't get together with that guy who paints third eyes, he'll accept me even if I marry a beggar.]

Chen Zhi looked at the message on the screen and a smug smile appeared on his lips.

As Lu Xun once said: If you want to open a window, everyone will definitely not allow it. But if you advocate tearing down the roof, they will be willing to open a window.

Chen Hansheng was the one who demolished the roof.

Chen Zhi wiped the oil off his hands and replied, "Of course, you don't even know who I am. Remember to settle the balance; I've sacrificed so much to help you."

The wicked woman: "My benefactor has shown me such immense kindness; I have no way to repay him."

Bad woman: [Transfer: 50000 yuan]

The wicked woman: [This little bit of money is for Hansheng to buy loafers. As for Brother Chen Zhi's sacrifice...]

The wicked woman: "How about I have a real baby for you? My dad's already contacted the hospital, might as well use it."

"puff--"

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