The divorce comeback system arrived right after I was born.

Chen Zhi returned to his hotel room and closed the door behind him.

Lin Wanwan followed behind, skipping in with the trophy in her arms.

"Could you put the trophy down first?"

"No, I want to sleep in your arms."

Chen Zhi was too lazy to argue with her, so he sat down on the edge of the bed and took out his phone.

The screenshot of the flight information sent by Pei Ningxue was still on the screen: 7:15 a.m. tomorrow, Changsha to Beijing, first class 1A.

Chen Zhi silently calculated the time. His flight was at 7:15, so he had to leave home by 5:30 at the latest, allowing time to take a taxi to the airport. In other words, he could only sleep for a maximum of four hours.

This is how life is.

The phone screen lit up again, and a new message popped up in Li Zhiyi's chat box.

[Li Zhiyi: Okay, then you should get some rest. I'll be waiting for you tomorrow.]

Chen Zhi replied with "Go to bed early" and then switched to Pei Ningxue's chat window.

That lone "okay," is still hanging at the bottom, and the other side hasn't replied again.

This is more frightening than sending a hundred messages.

"Chen Zhi~"

Lin Wanwan finally put the trophy on the bedside table, wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, and pressed her face against his back.

Whose message are you replying to?

"Dai Dadong." Chen Zhi calmly locked the screen and placed the phone face down on the bedside table. "The company is in trouble again."

Lin Wanwan simply said "oh" and didn't think much of it.

She walked around to Chen Zhi's front, placed her hands on his shoulders, and lowered her head slightly.

"Chen Zhi".

"Um?"

"The show's filming is finished, let's go out for a stroll together tomorrow."

Lin Wanwan's tone was full of anticipation, "There are so many delicious foods in Changsha. I passed by during rehearsals but didn't have a chance to eat any."

Chen Zhi felt somewhat guilty.

"I'm sorry, Wanwan, the company has a big project recently. A new round of financing has just been finalized, and I have a bunch of documents to sign and finalize tomorrow morning. I'm not in Beijing, so I can't go through the process."

Lin Wanwan was stunned for a moment.

"Huh? We're going back already?"

Her hand slid off Chen Zhi's shoulder, and she took a half step back.

"I can never stay with you for long when we meet."

Chen Zhi gently tidied the stray hairs by her ear.

"Next time, next time we'll definitely go on a proper date, okay?"

Lin Wanwan lowered her head. "It's always like this."

She muttered something.

"What?"

Lin Wanwan's lips twitched slightly.

"You said 'next time' last time, and you're saying 'next time' again this time."

Her eyes were a little red.

"How many next times are there?"

Faced with this blunt grievance, Chen Zhi's sense of guilt was almost overflowing.

He was genuinely guilty.

In today's finals, from hiring Taylor to investing heavily to personally overseeing the proceedings, he certainly did a lot. But what was the essence of all this? It was compensation.

Because he spends too little time with her, because there's never enough time to go around, because on the same night he might be sleeping with someone else in Wanliu Academy.

So this was the only way he could make up for it.

But that's not what Lin Wanwan wanted.

What she wanted was actually very simple: just to go shopping with him and eat a bowl of stinky tofu.

"I'm sorry, Wanwan." Chen Zhi reached out and hugged her tightly.

Lin Wanwan buried her head in Chen Zhi's chest and sniffed.

She is very sensible and never makes unreasonable demands.

"Fine," Lin Wanwan snorted, giving his shoulder a light punch. "Considering you helped me so much today, I'll reluctantly forgive you."

"Thank you, Lord Wanwan, for sparing my life."

"Hmph~"

Lin Wanwan had already snuggled back into Chen Zhi's arms, her head resting against his chest.

After a while, she suddenly leaned forward.

"Chen Zhi".

"Um."

"I've already finished singing."

Chen Zhi didn't react for a moment, and blurted out, "You sang really well, you deserve first place."

Lin Wanwan was so angry that she punched him again, this time with much more force than before.

Then she leaned close to his ear and whispered something.

"I couldn't help you last night... but I can today."

Chen Zhi's mind went blank for 0.3 seconds.

last night?

Oh.

The incident about scoring 61 points.

His gaze drifted downwards for a moment, then snapped back.

Lin Wanwan's face was already flushed red as she bit her lower lip, waiting for his reply.

Chen Zhiqing cleared his throat.

Are you sure?

"I'm sure." Lin Wanwan's face was flushed, and her voice was almost inaudible. "I don't need to sing today... my throat is fine."

Which cadre can withstand this test?

Anyway, Chen Zhi is no good.

But he still made a token attempt to resist: "Don't you have an interview tomorrow?"

"Sister Su Man helped me cancel it."

"That……"

"Stop dawdling!"

Lin Wanwan lifted her head from his embrace, cupped his face in her hands, and glared at him with her cheeks puffed out.

"Do you want it or not?!"

"……want."

The lights in the room were turned off.

The blanket bulged out, and there was a rustling sound coming from inside for a while.

As for the score this time...

Chen Zhi felt that at least seventy-five could be given.

Significant progress and a positive attitude are commendable.

As for Lin Wanwan herself, after all that fuss, she curled up in the blankets, only her eyes showing.

"How many points?"

"eighty."

"Really?"

"Really." Chen Zhi reached out and pulled her out of the blanket. "I've given you an extra five points as encouragement."

Lin Wanwan punched him lightly, then snuggled into his arms, and her breathing became even within two minutes.

After a whole day of work, from rehearsals to the performance to winning the award, this girl was completely exhausted.

Five o'clock in the morning.

The phone screen on the bedside table lit up precisely on time, followed by a slight vibration.

Chen Zhi immediately reached out and turned off the alarm clock.

The room was pitch black, with only a sliver of dim light seeping through the gaps in the curtains.

The phone screen shows 5:01.

Lin Wanwan was sleeping soundly in his arms, one arm draped over his chest, her breathing soft.

Chen Zhi gently removed Lin Wanwan's arm from his body.

Lin Wanwan muttered something, turned over, and hugged the pillow next to her.

Chen Zhi held his breath as he got out of bed.

He didn't turn on the light, but fumbled for his clothes in the dark and put them on one by one. The belt buckle made a slight metallic sound. He paused for two seconds to make sure the person on the bed wasn't awake before continuing to fasten it.

No need to wash up.

Chen Zhi left a note on the bedside table.

"Miss Champion, I'll treat you to Haidilao hot pot when you return to Beijing. — Your Mr. Sixty-One."

After writing, put the note under the trophy.

He took one last look at Lin Wanwan, who was curled up on the bed.

Her hair was spread out on the pillow, and her sleeping face was extremely peaceful.

Chen Zhi bent down and kissed her forehead.

The moment her lips touched her skin, Lin Wanwan wrinkled her nose, but didn't wake up.

Chen Zhi picked up the cashmere coat draped over the back of the chair, turned around, opened the door, and left.

The carpet in the hallway absorbed all footsteps.

As Chen Zhi stepped out of the hotel, he shivered, pulled his coat tighter, and hailed a taxi.

"Driver, Huanghua Airport, we're in a hurry."

The driver glanced at him in the rearview mirror; the young man had dark circles under his eyes early in the morning.

"Catching a flight?"

"Um."

"What time?"

"7:15."

"There's plenty of time, there's no traffic at this time."

The car started moving on the empty road, with streetlights still on along the way.

Chen Zhi leaned back in the back seat and took out his phone.

There were no new messages in Pei Ningxue's chat box.

Since last night's message, "Never mind, I won't ask anymore, goodnight," she has only posted that one screenshot of the flight.

Chen Zhi thought for a moment, then typed a few words and sent them over.

On the way to the airport.

After sending the message, he sent another message to Dai Dama: "I've looked at the overseas server expansion plan. We'll discuss it in detail at the meeting on Monday. I'll rest today."

Dai Da Mai replied instantly with "Received, boss."

This guy woke up at around 5 a.m.?

Well, programmers' work schedules can't be measured by normal human standards.

Such people usually experience all the daily routines around the world.

As expected, the roads were not congested in the early morning, and the taxi arrived at Huanghua Airport in forty minutes.

Chen Zhi entered the terminal and used his ID card to get his boarding pass from the self-service machine.

After passing through security and arriving at the waiting area, my phone vibrated.

Pei Ningxue replied with a message.

Let me know when you arrive.

At 7:15, the plane took off on time.

Chen Zhi fastened his seatbelt, leaned back in his seat, closed his eyes, and prepared to catch up on some sleep.

But my mind is a mess.

Lin Wanwan is still asleep in her hotel bed in Changsha. When she wakes up, she will see that note. Will she be angry?

Li Zhiyi was waiting for him in the capital; he had promised to visit her today.

Pei Ningxue bought him a plane ticket and dragged him back from Changsha. What awaited him after they landed?

Two hours later, the plane landed at Daxing Airport.

Chen Zhi turned on his phone.

Lin Wanwan sent a photo of the note he left under the trophy, along with a tattered corner of a blanket.

Caption: [Mr. Sixty-One, you just wait.]