The divorce comeback system arrived right after I was born.

Teacher He's professional qualities are indeed among the best in China.

In those three seconds when the entire audience was in an uproar and the director didn't know which shot to cut to, he managed to catch Lin Wanwan's words, which were like dropping a nuclear bomb in the entertainment industry.

"We saw that Wanwan was very excited today! Indeed, every dreamer who perseveres on their musical journey needs the support of family, friends, and mentors!" Holding the microphone, Teacher He deliberately blurred the concept of "boyfriend" to "mentor."

"Let's give another round of applause to Lin Wanwan, and also to Taylor Swift, who brought us so many surprises tonight!"

The applause erupted once again.

The comments section had completely gone crazy at this point.

"What the hell?! That tone is definitely that of a boyfriend!"

"The director just switched to the VIP section, and I think I saw a dark shadow! Did anyone get a screenshot?"

"Lin Wanwan is too brave! She just won the championship and immediately made it an official announcement?"

"What kind of incredible business tycoon is this who can get Taylor Swift to agree to marry him?"

"Where are Zhou Chengyu's fans? Come out and show yourselves! Weren't you just praising your idol?"

In the shadows behind the stage, Chen Zhi pulled up the collar of his cashmere coat, obscuring most of his face.

This girl is really fierce.

Before coming, I repeatedly told her to keep a low profile, but she did it anyway, practically reciting his ID number in front of tens of millions of people.

David sat next to him and muttered in his broken Chinese, "Boss, on Wall Street, such a high-profile declaration of sovereignty is usually for dividing up the family fortune."

"Shut up." Chen Zhi was speechless.

The awards ceremony concluded quickly. Lin Wanwan won the championship of the second season of "Singer" by a landslide. The peak real-time viewership rating reached 10.7%, breaking the highest record for Hunan TV's live variety show broadcasts in the past three years.

People were coming and going in the backstage corridor.

When Director Wang saw Chen Zhi approaching from afar, he jogged over to greet him.

"Mr. Chen, this is perfect! The station director called personally! What do you think of the celebration banquet...?"

"No need," Chen Zhi waved his hand. "Ms. Taylor's team has a flight tomorrow morning and needs to rest. Wanwan's agent will make the arrangements."

Director Wang responded repeatedly and stepped aside.

Just then, footsteps sounded from the side.

Zhou Chengyu and his management team came down from the stage and ran into Chen Zhi.

Zhou Chengyu stopped.

He glanced at Chen Zhi, then at Taylor, who was surrounded by bodyguards behind him.

"Congratulations."

Zhou Chengyu spoke.

"The power of capital is indeed formidable; I've witnessed it firsthand today."

His agent's expression changed, and he quickly tugged at his sleeve.

Chen Zhi stopped and glanced at him sideways.

"Teacher Zhou, here's a suggestion for you."

Zhou Chengyu was taken aback.

"Go back and practice your singing properly." Chen Zhi patted his shoulder. "Lin Wanwan only sang one song today, and she only invited one guest. If anyone upsets her next time, I might have to bring the entire Grammy judging panel to support her."

After patting him on the shoulder and withdrawing his hand, he was already gone.

Zhou Chengyu's agent grabbed his arm, muttered something under his breath, and dragged him into the public dressing room.

David, standing nearby, flattered him, "Boss, when it comes to showing off, I'll always be your student."

Chen Zhi ignored him and headed towards Lin Wanwan's dressing room.

The door was only halfway open when a white figure bumped into his arms.

"Chen Zhi!" Lin Wanwan, still wearing her white dress, wrapped her arms around his neck, kicked her legs, and hung up on him.

"I won! I'm the champion!"

Su Man sat next to the dressing table, turned her head and stared at the fire hydrant in the corner of the wall with a serious expression, as if she was studying its instruction manual.

"You still know you're the champion." Chen Zhi put her down and pinched her nose. "It was broadcast live nationwide, with tens of millions of people watching. What were you thinking when you said those things?"

Lin Wanwan blinked and said matter-of-factly, "I was thinking about you."

Chen Zhi was stunned for a moment, unable to find any rebuttal.

"You promised me." Lin Wanwan brought her face closer, her warm breath brushing against Chen Zhi's chin, her voice soft and sweet, "You had to reward me after winning the championship."

As she spoke, she closed her eyes, her long eyelashes still trembling slightly, and her rosy lips pouting slightly.

Who can stand this.

Chen Zhi didn't care about Su Man, who was still pretending to be dead next to him, and lowered his head to kiss her lips.

Lin Wanwan grunted and tightened her arms around him.

About a minute later, Su Man, who was standing next to her, couldn't take it anymore and coughed twice forcefully: "Ahem! Um... you two, could you please consider the fate of this single dog? There are dozens of media outlets waiting to interview us outside!"

Lin Wanwan blushed and jumped off Chen Zhi, hiding in front of the dressing table to fix her hair.

"Cancel the interview." Chen Zhi turned to Su Man. "Just say your voice is hoarse and you need to rest."

Su Man nodded, then hesitated for a moment: "Wanwan is generating a lot of buzz tonight. She's all in the top ten trending topics on Weibo. I bet paparazzi are already digging into your background."

"Let them dig." Chen Zhi pulled up a chair and sat down. "As long as they don't get a clear picture of my face, all related information will be blocked online first thing tomorrow morning."

He is now the largest shareholder of Yin Fu Tiao Dong and has close ties with the head of the Ministry of Industry and Information Technology. If he can still be scared by a few paparazzi, then he has wasted the past few years.

Lin Wanwan changed out of her performance outfit and into her daytime hoodie and jeans. She ran to Chen Zhi's side and proudly held up the heavy trophy.

"Is it pretty?"

"It looks good." Chen Zhi nodded.

Just then, my phone in my pocket suddenly vibrated.

Chen Zhi's hand stopped.

An ominous premonition crept into my heart.

He shoved the trophy back into Lin Wanwan's hand and took out his phone to glance at the screen.

The first item in the list.

Pei Ningxue.

She sent me a screenshot.

The screenshot is from the live stream, showing Lin Wanwan gazing tenderly at the person holding the microphone in the distance, saying "This is for him."

Immediately afterwards, a second message popped up.

It is a screenshot of flight information.

[Flight number CZ88XX, departing from Changsha Huanghua Airport to Beijing Daxing Airport at 7:15 AM tomorrow.]

The third message.

[First Class 1A, Chen Zhi.]

Chen Zhi stared at the screen, feeling a bit of a headache.

This CFO is quiet and unassuming.

She bought the earliest flight ticket for tomorrow morning.

The meaning is clear: Get back here.

Chen Zhigang wanted to type a reply.

A white dialog box popped up at the top of the screen.

It's Li Zhiyi.

[Li Zhiyi: Chen Zhi, are you asleep?]

[Li Zhiyi: My roommates and I were watching the Singer finale just now, and Lin Wanwan won the championship.]

[Li Zhiyi: That boyfriend who sent her Taylor Swift as a guest must love her very much.]

Chen Zhi's fingers froze in mid-air.

What seems like a simple remark is actually a subtle dig at him.

Chen Zhi rubbed his cheeks and quickly replied to Li Zhiyi.

I was busy testing a company project and didn't watch TV. This setup is really extravagant. Get some rest; I'll come see you when I return to Beijing tomorrow.

After sending this message, he switched back to Pei Ningxue's chat window.

I replied with an "okay".