The divorce comeback system arrived right after I was born.

Chen Zhi's palms were sweaty and sticky as he gripped the bank card.

The roar of the range hood came from the kitchen; it was Comrade Zhang Guifang demonstrating her "stir-frying skills."

If we don't act now, when will we?

Chen Zhi sprang up from the chair, tiptoed to the ground, and silently slipped to the door of the master bedroom. The door was ajar, and a faint smell of mothballs wafted out.

He listened intently; the rhythmic clanging of the spatula hitting the iron pot in the kitchen was steady.

Safety.

Chen Zhi slipped into the room and went straight to the large mahogany wardrobe. He knew Zhang Guifang's habits all too well; although this woman was a bank teller, she still believed deep down that "money is safest when it's under your nose." In the bottom drawer, under that outdated red woolen coat, was a seemingly ordinary tin box of mooncakes.

If you don't know the inside story, you'll only find a bunch of needles and threads when you open the box.

Chen Zhi held his breath, gently tapping the drawer pull ring with his fingers, and slowly moved it outwards.

"squeak--"

The old slide rail emitted a faint screeching sound.

Chen Zhi froze in mid-air, his heart pounding in his chest as if it wanted to leap out and see the world outside.

The sound of spatulas in the kitchen stopped.

"Zhizhi? If you want water, pour it yourself. Mom's busy here!" Zhang Guifang's loud voice slammed through the two doors.

Chen Zhi swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, and quickly adjusted his voice, replying, "Okay, I'm looking for... looking for toilet paper!"

"The paper's under the coffee table! You're so stupid!"

The sound of the spatula rang out again, even more intensely than before.

Chen Zhi let out a long breath, and his hands moved faster. He pulled open the drawer, lifted the coat, and there lay the tin box printed with "A Perfect Union" quietly. He skillfully pried open the lid, brushed aside the messy balls of thread and thimbles covering it, revealing a layer of newspaper underneath.

Lifting the newspaper revealed a stack of red banknotes that had shrunk somewhat from their original thickness.

He quickly inserted the bank card, carefully straightening the coins and even alternating their condition to ensure a flawless restoration. After doing this, he covered the banknotes with the newspaper, put the spool of yarn back in its place, closed the lid, and pushed it back into the drawer.

The entire process took less than thirty seconds.

When Chen Zhi sat back down at his desk and opened the book "Solutions to Olympiad Math Problems for Elementary School Students," his back was already soaked with sweat.

These days of anxiety and trepidation are finally over.

As long as the "wallet.dat" file hidden deep in the D drive isn't lost, and as long as the historical course of Bitcoin doesn't deviate, Chen Zhi knows he's destined to spend the rest of his life rolling around on mountains of money.

In the following days, Chen Zhi behaved unusually well.

He doesn't pick at his food, doesn't kick off his blankets while sleeping, and even takes the initiative to pour Chen Jun's foot bath water, making Chen Jun feel flattered and at one point suspecting that his son might have caused some serious trouble at school that would require selling the house to pay off the debt.

Until Saturday afternoon.

Sunlight lazily streamed onto the balcony of the old residential building. Chen Zhi was sitting with his legs crossed, staring blankly at the computer screen. He was researching current graphics card prices, wondering if he should get the best one to play with.

"Bang bang bang!"

The security door was pounded with a deafening sound; the rhythm was unmistakably Lin Wanwan's.

"Chen Zhi! Chen Zhi, are you home? Open the door!"

His voice was filled with barely concealed excitement, like a little mouse that had just stolen some oil.

Chen Zhi sighed helplessly, dragging his slippers to open the door: "It's the weekend, why aren't you at home watching your cartoons? What are you doing here? We don't have any extra popsicles."

When the door opened, Chen Zhi was stunned.

Lin Wanwan was wearing a pink floral dress, her face flushed, and a few beads of sweat glistened on her forehead. But none of that mattered; the important thing was the fluffy thing she was holding in her arms.

His skin was black and white, with three distinct flames on his forehead, and his eyes, like sapphires, shone with a clear-eyed stupidity.

A husky puppy.

"Look!" Lin Wanwan proudly presented the fluffy ball to Chen Zhi's face, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons with laughter. "Zhizhi, look, isn't it cute? My dad bought it for me!"

Chen Zhi's gaze was instantly locked on.

In his past life, as a seasoned office worker, Chen Zhi's ultimate dream was to own a cat and a dog of his own. On those days when he worked overtime until late at night and dragged his tired body back to his rented room, he fantasized countless times about a fluffy little guy greeting him at the door.

Unfortunately, when he was a child, Comrade Zhang Guifang had absolute veto power over this, reasoning that "raising one of you is already difficult enough, let alone raising another animal, how can we live like this?" After growing up and starting work, he could only enjoy watching dogs online because he had no money, no time, and no energy.

Unexpectedly, after being reborn, this wish appeared before me in this way.

"This...this is a husky?" Chen Zhi's voice trembled slightly.

"You know it too?" Lin Wanwan proudly raised her chin and lifted the puppy in her arms higher. "My dad said it's called a Siberian Husky, it's so cool! But my mom thinks its name is too long, so she told me to call it 'Little White'."

What the hell is this Xiaobai?

This is the future captain of the demolition team, the furniture terminator, a walking meme, and a husky!

At this moment, the little husky was still at the peak of its appearance, with soft, fluffy fur all over its body, pink and tender little paws, staring at Chen Zhi with its signature blue eyes, tilting its head to look at him, and making a "woof woof" sound.

Chen Zhi's rationality completely collapsed at this moment.

To hell with Bitcoin, right now, immediately, right now, he wants to pet a dog!

"Quick! Give me a hug!"

Chen Zhi completely ignored what Lin Wanwan was saying, and with both hands like iron clamps, he reached out and "snatched" the ball of flesh from Lin Wanwan's arms without saying a word.

It feels heavy in the hand, and the texture is ridiculously good.

The warm belly pressed against his palm, pulsating with his heartbeat, felt like a warm current rushing directly into Chen Zhi's crown.

"Ouch, be gentle!" Lin Wanwan was startled by his aggressive, predatory manner, her small hands nervously clutching her skirt. "It's very shy!"

Shy?

Chen Zhi looked at the little guy in his arms who was frantically licking his fingers and thought to himself that the word "shy" didn't exist in this thing's dictionary. Its dictionary only contained "letting go" and "I'm going to destroy this house".

He skillfully flipped the husky over so its belly was facing up, supporting its back with one hand while vigorously rubbing its soft belly with the other. The puppy squinted its eyes in comfort, kicking its four paws in the air and humming contentedly.

"Holy crap, this feel... is amazing."

Chen Zhi felt every pore on his body open up. He lowered his head, buried his face in the soft fur on the husky's neck, and took a deep breath.

hiss--

It smelled of milk, sunshine, and a little bit of a unique puppy scent.

"Zhizhi... what are you doing?"

Lin Wanwan stood to the side, completely stunned by Chen Zhi's intoxicated expression, which resembled that of a drug addict going through a binge. She had known Chen Zhi for so many years and had never seen him show such an expression before.

That kind of heartfelt, unreserved, even slightly perverse, affection.

Normally, this person either looks disgusted at me or gives me that old-fashioned, perfunctory smile. When has he ever been so gentle?

"Snuggling a dog, you wouldn't understand, it's good for your physical and mental health." Chen Zhi didn't even look up, took another deep sniff, and kissed the puppy on the forehead. "From now on, it's my half-brother."

The little husky seemed to sense the human's affection for it, sticking out its wet little tongue and smearing a layer of saliva on Chen Zhi's face.

"Hahaha, don't lick it! It tickles!" Chen Zhi laughed like a 200-pound child.

Lin Wanwan's little mouth pursed up little by little.

She originally came to show off. She wanted to see Chen Zhi's envious look, to hear Chen Zhi praise her for having a good father, and to see Chen Zhi fawning over her, begging her to pet the puppy.

But now, the script is completely wrong.

Chen Zhi didn't even notice her!

Only that dog!

That dog we'd only met less than five minutes ago!

A sour feeling fermented and swelled in Lin Wanwan's small chest. She watched Chen Zhi holding the puppy and spinning it around, saying all sorts of mushy things: "Little baby, let big brother see if all your teeth have grown in... Oh my, these little paws are so chubby..."

"Chen Zhi!" Lin Wanwan suddenly shouted.

Chen Zhi finally stopped what he was doing, looked up blankly, still tightly hugging the little husky in his arms: "What's wrong? Are you going home for dinner?"

Lin Wanwan's cheeks puffed out like freshly steamed buns, her eyes bulging with anger as she stared intently at Chen Zhi. She pointed at the dog in Chen Zhi's arms, her fingers trembling, "Give me back Xiaobai!"

"Don't be so stingy, just five more minutes, just five more minutes." Chen Zhi was reluctant to let go, and even took a step back.

"You...you..."

Lin Wanwan was so angry she could barely speak. She had carried him all the way from a distance, her arms were aching, but he hadn't even said "thank you, Wanwan," or even looked at her properly.

"Look how much it likes me." Chen Zhi, oblivious to the danger, raised one of the puppy's paws and waved it at Lin Wanwan. "Come on, Xiaobai, say hello to your sister and tell her that you look really ugly when you're jealous."

This is simply adding fuel to the fire.

Lin Wanwan's rationality completely snapped.

She took a deep breath, strode forward, and charged angrily at Chen Zhi.

Before Chen Zhi could react, he saw a pink figure flash in front of him.

"Thump!"

A muffled thud.

Lin Wanwan didn't hit him with her hands or kick him with her feet. Instead, she directly rammed her smooth, full forehead into Chen Zhi's chest.

This headbutt was powerful and heavy, filled with resentment and jealousy.

Caught off guard, Chen Zhi groaned as he was bumped, staggering back two steps before plopping down on a chair. The little husky in his arms, startled by the sudden jolt, let out a howl, seized the opportunity to break free from Chen Zhi's grasp, jumped to the ground, wagged its tail, and scurried under the bed.

The room fell silent instantly.

Chen Zhi clutched his chest, grimacing as he looked at Lin Wanwan, whose head was buried against his chest. He was about to complain when he felt a warm, damp sensation from the fabric against his chest.

Lin Wanwan didn't raise her head; her forehead remained pressed firmly against his chest. Her voice was muffled, with a heavy nasal tone, and each word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth:

"You've never been this nice to me before."

At that moment, the cicadas outside the window seemed to stop chirping. Chen Zhi's playful smile slowly froze. He looked down at the little head trembling slightly on his chest, his hand hanging in mid-air, unsure of where to put it.