The divorce comeback system arrived right after I was born.

Chen Zhi got out of the taxi and stood at the east gate of Peking University.

As the fine snow fell, he walked with a slight limp, his left leg, which had just been removed from the cast, stepping on the thin layer of snow.

As soon as he entered the campus, several boys and girls carrying books kept turning around to look at him.

"Hey, isn't that Chen Zhi?"

"Which Chen Zhi?"

"That Deep Space Technology! The founder of Moss! They just finished their Series B funding round a few days ago, with a valuation of 75 billion US dollars!"

"Holy crap, it really is him! Didn't he take a break from school for several months?"

Chen Zhi is now a public figure, and that press conference, along with the subsequent live stream where he clashed with several major companies, has made his face a hot topic online. Especially at Peking University, he is practically a living legend, a freshman who went straight to becoming the CEO of a top global unicorn.

A young man wearing black-rimmed glasses approached, somewhat excitedly: "Hello, Mr. Chen...!"

Chen Zhi stopped, pulled his coat tighter around himself, and nodded with a smile: "Hello, classmate."

"Mr. Chen, I'm a third-year student in the School of Information Science and Technology. I just submitted my resume to Shenzhen Space Technology yesterday! I hope to work for you after graduation!" The boy's tone was very excited.

"Sure," Chen Zhi patted him on the shoulder, "Take good care of yourself, I look forward to working with you."

"Thank you, Mr. Chen! Mr. Chen, is your leg alright?"

"Almost done, thanks."

Chen Zhi waved his hand and continued walking in. As he walked, many people stared at him, and some secretly took photos with their phones. He didn't cover his face and let them take pictures. The most important thing now was to go to Guanghua to arrest the person.

Upon arriving at the Guanghua School of Management's teaching building, Chen Zhi went directly to the Academic Affairs Office.

Four months ago, he jumped from the third floor of this building in front of Teacher Zhang from the Academic Affairs Office.

Chen Zhi knocked on the door and went in. Teacher Zhang was drinking goji berry water from a thermos. When she looked up and saw Chen Zhi, her hand trembled.

"Chen...Chen Zhi? Your leg is better?" Teacher Zhang glanced at the window next to him subconsciously, afraid that the boy would fall into a freefall again.

"Teacher Zhang, don't be nervous, we won't jump off the building today." Chen Zhi pulled out a chair and sat down, skillfully picking up a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes from the table and lighting one for himself.

"You brat... this is the office!" Teacher Zhang glared, but didn't really stop him. After all, the person in front of him was now worth hundreds of billions, and even the principal had to treat him with respect.

"I'm looking for Pei Ningxue." Chen Zhi exhaled a smoke ring. "She's back from her leave, right?"

"How did you know?" Teacher Zhang was taken aback. "She just came this morning to complete her leave cancellation procedures."

Where is she?

"She said she was going to the library to look up some information." Teacher Zhang pointed outside. "What do you want with her? Aren't you two..."

"Don't pry into family matters, Teacher Zhang." Chen Zhi stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, stood up, and said, "Thanks."

Watching Chen Zhi limp away, Teacher Zhang shook his head and muttered, "These young people nowadays treat dating like a war."

Chen Zhi braved the wind and snow and walked all the way to Peking University Library.

The library was well-heated, filled with the smell of old books and paper. Chen Zhi scanned the lobby on the first floor but didn't see anyone.

Chen Zhi climbed up the stairs.

My left leg is weak, making it difficult to climb stairs. With each step, my knee joints seem to protest slightly.

Third floor reading room.

Chen Zhi pushed open the glass door, his gaze passing through rows of bookshelves before finally settling on a corner by the window.

Pei Ningxue sat there.

She wore a beige turtleneck sweater with a camel coat draped over it, her long hair casually pulled back. In front of her was a slim laptop, its screen densely packed with Deep Space Technology's financial data for the quarter and revenue reports from overseas markets.

I hadn't seen her for four months. She seemed to have lost some weight, and her jawline was more defined, but her aloof and proud temperament remained unchanged.

She rested her chin on her left hand, scrolled the mouse with her right, and frowned slightly, seemingly dissatisfied with a certain statistic.

Chen Zhi stood behind the bookshelf and watched her for two minutes.

He didn't rush over.

For the past four months, she's been traveling all over the world—London, Edinburgh, Zurich, Sanya. She blocked him on WeChat, refused to answer his calls, and even returned 15% of her company stock options.

But she would secretly log into the company's intranet to check accounts and reports, and even secretly send him tax solutions for overseas channels through Lao Zhao.

They say they'll never see each other again, but their actions tell a different story.

Just as he was about to walk over, a boy wearing a plaid shirt suddenly appeared.

The boy circled around Pei Ningxue's table three times.

Chen Zhi raised an eyebrow.

Are all male students at Peking University's Guanghua School of Management this indecisive?

On the fourth lap, the plaid shirt finally took a deep breath and stopped next to Pei Ningxue's table.

"Hello, senior." The boy's voice trembled slightly.

Pei Ningxue was staring at a set of unusual tax data on the screen when her train of thought was suddenly interrupted.

She frowned slightly, without even raising her head.

"What's up?"

The boy's face turned bright red, and he pointed to the empty seat next to Pei Ningxue.

"Excuse me, is this seat taken? There are no seats available over there, could I...?"

"Someone's already here," Pei Ningxue interrupted directly.

His tone was crisp and decisive.

The boy stood there, unsure whether to leave or stay. There was an empty chair right next to him, not even a backpack to reserve it.

He gritted his teeth and took another half step forward.

"Senior, I'm actually a sophomore in Business Administration. I noticed you're also looking at financial statements. Could we add each other on WeChat to chat...?"

Chen Zhi chuckled as he listened from behind the bookshelf.

This pickup line is so outdated.

He stepped out from behind the bookshelf.

"Sorry, buddy."

Chen Zhi walked directly behind the boy and patted him on the shoulder.

The boy was waiting for Pei Ningxue's reply when he was suddenly patted on the shoulder, which startled him.

"She has a boyfriend," Chen Zhi said casually, his hands in his pockets.

The boy was stunned.

He stared at Chen Zhi's face for three seconds and felt that he looked somewhat familiar.

This face has been all over Peking University's BBS and various news headlines for the past few months.

The founder of Deep Space Technology.

That 19-year-old CEO who became a billionaire in just one year.

The boy swallowed hard and asked, his voice trembling.

"Mr. Chen...?"

Chen Zhi nodded and pointed at Pei Ningxue.

"This is the CFO of Deep Space Technology. Would you like to discuss the financial statements with her?"

The color drained completely from the boy's face instantly.

He took two steps back and bowed repeatedly.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Chen! I'm so sorry, senior! I didn't know... I'll leave now!"

After saying that, the boy turned and ran away.

Chen Zhi watched the boy's retreating figure and then turned around.

Pei Ningxue finally looked up from the computer screen.

Four months.

120 days.

The two finally bumped into each other in the reading room, which was filled with the warmth and the smell of paper.

Pei Ningxue looked terrible.

I was already annoyed by having my train of thought interrupted.

Now, seeing the culprit who had made her hide for four months, her mood plummeted.

She stared at Chen Zhi for a few seconds, then quickly glanced down at his left leg.

There was no cane.

Her posture was slightly unnatural.

Pei Ningxue quickly looked away and returned to the computer screen, her fingers continuing to slide across the touchpad.

Just pretend you didn't see this person.

Chen Zhitai understands her.

The colder you pretend to be, the more panicked you feel inside.

He pulled out the chair that the boy had wanted to sit in, ready to sit down directly.

"Excuse me, classmate," Pei Ningxue said without looking up, "There's someone next to me."

Chen Zhi paused in pulling the chair.

He looked down at Pei Ningxue.

"There's not a single hair on this chair, so where did this person come from?"

"I said there's someone here, so there's someone here." Pei Ningxue typed harder on the keyboard. "Please go somewhere else."