The divorce comeback system arrived right after I was born.

"I am a human being."

Chen Zhichou shamelessly pulled over the chair and sat down directly.

The movement was too large.

"hiss--"

Chen Zhi gasped.

My left leg cast was just removed this morning, and I didn't use crutches the whole way here. When I sat down just now, I bent my knee a little too sharply, and a piercing pain shot through my joint instantly.

A layer of cold sweat immediately broke out on his forehead, and his face turned several shades pale.

Pei Ningxue stopped typing.

She caught a glimpse of Chen Zhi's slightly trembling left leg out of the corner of her eye. Her lips moved as if she wanted to ask something, but she ultimately held back.

"If your leg is broken, just stay home and lie down. Why are you trying to scam me?" Pei Ningxue said curtly, her eyes fixed on the screen, seemingly unconcerned.

Chen Zhi leaned back in his chair and took a deep breath.

"I'm in a hurry to catch the mole."

Pei Ningxue turned her head, her brows furrowing.

"What mole?"

"A former employee who withdrew his shares, settled accounts, and blocked the boss on WeChat." Chen Zhi leaned forward, getting close to her computer screen, "Staying up late at night, secretly logging into the company intranet to peek at the financial statements."

Pei Ningxue's cheeks flushed.

But she reacted quickly, immediately suppressing her unease and retorting with a straight face.

"Mr. Chen is probably having a paranoid episode. I'm just checking whether the accounts from before I left the company were properly handed over, so that I won't be made to take the blame if Deep Space Technology goes bankrupt in the future."

"Oh?" Chen Zhi deliberately dragged out the last syllable, pulled out his phone and waved it. "Does the handover of accounts require the revenue forecast for the next quarter? Does it require Vodafone's revenue sharing agreement? And does it require the Series B financing letter of intent?"

Pei Ningxue slammed her laptop shut.

"Deep Space Technology's firewall is terrible; I just clicked around and got in."

Chen Zhi couldn't help but laugh when he saw her stubbornness.

"Pei Ningxue, you've been running all over the world for the past four months—London, Edinburgh, Zurich—just to avoid me?"

"You're overthinking it." Pei Ningxue shoved her laptop haphazardly into her bag. "I'm just going on a trip to relax and see what it's like to be abroad."

"To see the local customs and culture, you have to travel so far?"

Pei Ningxue stopped moving.

"Was the sun in Haitang Bay, Sanya, comfortable?" Chen Zhi continued to ask, his tone slightly teasing.

Pei Ningxue could no longer stay there.

She zipped up her backpack, stood up, and prepared to leave.

Chen Zhi reacted quickly and grabbed her wrist.

"President Chen, please have some self-respect," Pei Ningxue said coldly, struggling slightly.

They couldn't break free.

"Have you forgotten our agreement?" Chen Zhi asked.

"What agreement could we possibly have?" Pei Ningxue continued to feign ignorance, trying to pull her hand away.

"Four months ago, in the registrar's office on the third floor of this building, you said it yourself." Chen Zhi looked directly at her face, "Once our company reaches a valuation of 100 billion US dollars within a year, you'll obediently admit defeat and I can be as scum as I want."

Pei Ningxue was amused by Chen Zhi's shamelessness.

"When did I say you were a jerk?" She lowered her voice, careful not to disturb the others in the reading room. "My exact words were, 'I'll consider whether or not to talk to you again once you've made a fortune of hundreds of billions of dollars!'"

"That's about the same idea," Chen Zhi replied shamelessly.

"Not even close!" Pei Ningxue gritted her teeth. "Let go! This is a library!"

"I won't let go." Chen Zhi not only didn't let go, but instead used the force of pulling her to slowly stand up. "If you dare to leave today, I'll jump off the third floor again. Anyway, my leg was just taken off the cast, so I can just wear it for another four months."

"You shameless scoundrel!" Pei Ningxue exclaimed in exasperation.

"Yes, I am a scoundrel," Chen Zhi readily admitted.

Several students nearby were already looking in their direction.

Students at Peking University's Guanghua School of Management are familiar with Pei Ningxue, and even more so with Chen Zhi's face.

As the number of onlookers grew, Pei Ningxue couldn't bear the embarrassment any longer.

She grabbed Chen Zhi's arm and dragged him out of the reading room, leading him to the deserted stairwell at the end of the corridor.

Pei Ningxue flung Chen Zhi's hand away, crossed her arms, and assumed a defensive stance.

"Alright, now that everyone's here, what are your instructions, Boss Chen?"

Chen Zhi leaned against the cool wall, his left leg slightly bent to relieve the pressure.

"Come back and help me."

"I'm busy," Pei Ningxue refused decisively. "I still need to prepare my application materials for studying abroad."

"Stop pretending," Chen Zhi exposed her. "When Lao Zhao handed me that Singapore SPV main structure plan, I guessed that you had no intention of leaving at all."

Pei Ningxue's expression changed after her weakness was exposed.

"I did that out of consideration for our past relationship, because I didn't want to see you go bankrupt from those overseas tax authorities."

"Since you care about me so much, why don't you give it to me in person?" Chen Zhi took a step forward.

Pei Ningxue immediately took a step back, her back pressed against the fire door of the stairwell.

There was no way to retreat.

Chen Zhi then raised his arm and braced it against the wall next to her face.

A standard wall-slamming pose.

"What are you doing!" Pei Ningxue panicked.

"Nothing much, just settling accounts." Chen Zhi looked down at her. "The Series B funding has been finalized. Deep Space Technology's current valuation is 75 billion US dollars."

Pei Ningxue's breath hitched.

Although she had looked at the data on the internal network during her stay in Sanya these past few days, the specific valuation figures were still under negotiation, and she did not know the final outcome.

The Series B funding round was $75 billion.

This number would be a legendary achievement for any startup in the world.

"You're only 25 billion short of your 100 billion dollar bet," Chen Zhi said in a low voice. "So, why are you in such a hurry to run?"

"I didn't run away." Pei Ningxue turned her head away, avoiding Chen Zhi's aggressive questioning. "So what if it's 75 billion? You've already lost if it doesn't reach 100 billion."

"We'll be there soon."

Chen Zhi withdrew his hand, took out a folded document from his coat pocket, and slapped it directly into Pei Ningxue's arms.

"Take a look at this."

Pei Ningxue opened the file with suspicion.

Her expression changed completely after just one glance at the title.

Letter of Intent for Strategic Cooperation and Share Swap between Deep Space Technology and NVIDIA Global Computing Power.

"You want to swap shares with Nvidia?" Pei Ningxue blurted out, her voice rising two octaves. "Are you crazy? Why would Huang Renxun agree to that?"

"Given Moss's rapidly growing user base overseas and its immeasurable future demand for computing power," Chen Zhi said calmly, "once this agreement is signed, it's only a matter of time before Deep Space Technology's valuation exceeds 100 billion."

Pei Ningxue was all too aware of the value of this agreement.

Once Deep Space Technology and Nvidia are deeply intertwined, it's like obtaining a get-out-of-jail-free card in the global AI era.

"Chen Zhi, negotiations at this level are fraught with pitfalls that could drown a person," Pei Ningxue said with a furrowed brow. "Hillhouse Capital and Morgan Stanley will definitely attach extremely harsh performance-based clauses."

"I understand." Chen Zhi spread his hands. "Therefore, Deep Space Technology needs its CFO."

Pei Ningxue realized what was happening.

I've been dragged into this mess by that bastard again.

She shoved the document back into Chen Zhi's hand and gave a cold laugh.

"I've already withdrawn my investment. You should look for someone else."

"The options pool has been reserved for you all along." Chen Zhi looked at her. "Besides, in the past four months, you've used my supplementary credit card to buy bags, watches, and spent nearly two million at SKP. President Pei, didn't Guanghua School of Management teach you the principle of 'he who takes a bribe is bound to be obligated'?"

Pei Ningxue's face turned bright red.

She swiped Chen Zhi's card purely to vent her emotions and, incidentally, to test Chen Zhi's reaction.

She never expected that this scoundrel would be waiting for her here.

"I'll give it back to you!" Pei Ningxue gritted her teeth.

"I don't care." Chen Zhi suddenly reached out, grabbed Pei Ningxue's chin, and forced her to turn her head to look at him.

Pei Ningxue struggled for a moment.

Chen Zhi gasped and clutched his left leg.

"Ouch, my leg hurts..."

Pei Ningxue was startled and immediately stopped moving, instinctively reaching out to support him.

"Are you alright? Did you hurt yourself just now?"

Chen Zhi grabbed her hand in return and pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly.

Pei Ningxue bumped into Chen Zhi's chest, her nose filled with the faint scent of laundry detergent from him.

That's the smell that Li Zhiyi washed out.

Pei Ningxue suddenly felt a pang of sadness.

She pushed Chen Zhi away forcefully, her eyes slightly red.

"Chen Zhi, do you think that just because you say a few sweet words and play the victim, I'll go back to being your free labor? And watch you and Li Zhiyi being all lovey-dovey at Wanliu Academy?"

Chen Zhi suppressed his smile.

Looking at Pei Ningxue's reddened eyes, he understood that this was the real reason she had been hiding everywhere for the past four months.

She is afraid.

She was afraid of becoming one of Chen Zhi's many choices, like a clown.

"Lin Wanwan has returned to Jiangcheng. She retired from the entertainment industry for a year and made a pact with me not to bother each other for a year."

Pei Ningxue was stunned for a moment.

"Li Zhiyi is at Wanliu Academy," Chen Zhi continued. "But this morning, after Dai Dama told me you were at Peking University, I didn't care about anything else, I didn't even take my cane, I just took a taxi and rushed over."

Pei Ningxue bit her lip and stared intently at Chen Zhi.

"What exactly are you trying to say?"

Chen Zhi took a step forward, once again cornering Pei Ningxue against the wall.

"I want to say that next Wednesday, Deep Space Technology will hold a Series B financing press conference at the China World Trade Center. I will announce in front of the entire internet that Deep Space Technology's valuation has exceeded 100 billion."

Chen Zhi raised his hand and gently brushed away the stray hairs from Pei Ningxue's forehead.

"Pei Ningxue, your deadline is up. It's time to go home."