The divorce comeback system arrived right after I was born.

When Chen Zhi came out of the Peking University Library, the light snow in the sky had turned into heavy snow.

He didn't take a taxi, but limped along the school path. His left knee was indeed throbbing with pain, but he was secretly pleased. Although Pei Ningxue was stubborn, she had taken the letter of intent. As long as she was willing to make any changes, it meant that this proud little fox had already stepped one foot back into the door of Deep Space Technology.

Back at Wanliu Academy, I pushed open the door and was greeted by a wave of warmth from the air conditioning.

Li Zhiyi was sitting on the sofa flipping through a legal case book, still wearing that gray hooded sweatshirt, looking like a college student who hadn't yet entered the workforce, without any of the sharp edge she would later display in the legal drama.

When Chen Zhi returned, she put down her book, got up and walked over, her gaze immediately falling on Chen Zhi's left leg.

"Why didn't you bring your cane?" Li Zhiyi frowned slightly, her voice carrying a hint of reproach, but more so of heartache.

Chen Zhi changed into slippers, leaned against the entryway cabinet, and chuckled, "I wanted to test whether I could walk, but I found that I overestimated this useless leg."

Li Zhiyi walked over, took his arm, and slowly led him toward the sofa.

"Did you go see her?"

Chen Zhi nodded: "We caught her in the library. She went back to China, canceled her leave, and plans to stay at Peking University."

Li Zhiyi pressed him down onto the sofa, rolled up her sleeves, and knelt down to massage his slightly swollen knee. Her hands were warm and gentle, with just the right amount of pressure. As she pressed on the bruises that hadn't completely faded, Chen Zhi felt so comfortable that he wanted to groan.

"Will she come back?" Li Zhiyi asked, her head lowered, her long hair falling down and covering half of her face.

"It's still a tug-of-war, but she agreed to help me review the contracts for the company's Series B funding." Chen Zhi looked at the whorl of her hair, and that feeling of guilt welled up again. "Zhiyi, I..."

"Stop talking, Chen Zhi." Li Zhiyi interrupted him, her hands still moving. "Since I chose to stay here, I didn't intend to hear your apologies."

Chen Zhi noticed that Li Zhiyi had become increasingly insightful over the past four months.

"Are you going to the press conference next Wednesday?" Chen Zhi asked.

"Go ahead, why not?" Li Zhiyi looked up, smiled at him, her eyes bright. "I'm the legal counsel for Deep Space Technology. The boss is announcing for the first time that the company has entered the 100 billion club. I have to go and see, just in case you've exaggerated too much, I'll have a way to deal with it."

Chen Zhi reached out and rubbed her head, secretly vowing that if he ever wronged this girl, he would be struck by lightning.

……

For the next three days, Deep Space Technology became a city that never sleeps.

Dai Dama and his team live and eat in the office.

"Brother Zhi, it's done! Come and see!"

Chen Zhizheng was having a video conference with a representative from Nvidia when he suddenly turned off his camera and waved to Dai Dama.

"Did you get it done?"

"It's done." Dai Dama plugged the USB drive into Chen Zhi's computer. "If this video generation model is released, those AI guys in Silicon Valley will have to question their existence."

A simple interactive interface appeared on the screen.

Chen Zhi typed a line into the prompt box: [An Eastern woman in a red cheongsam, holding an oil-paper umbrella, walks on a street in 1920s Shanghai. A light rain dampens the cobblestone path, and the neon lights of the shops on both sides are reflected in the puddles. The camera pans smoothly from a distance to a close-up.]

Click Generate.

I originally thought it would take a long time to process, but with the support of Moss cloud computing power, a one-minute video appeared in less than 30 seconds.

The silky texture of the cheongsam, the bounce of raindrops on the umbrella, the shimmering light of lamplight shattering in puddles, and even the slight breeze stirred by the hem of the cheongsam as the woman walked by—all these details are clearly visible.

The most outrageous thing is that the video doesn't have any of the "hallucination" jitters that are common in AI, and it's logically consistent.

"This quality..." Chen Zhi stared at the screen, speechless for a long time.

He had seen Sora and various top-notch models in his previous life, but Moss's effect was even more amazing than he had expected.

"Brother Zhi, this isn't called video generation, it's called 'God's Hand'," Dai Da-mai chuckled. "What level do you think our company will reach when everyone sees this at tomorrow's press conference?"

……

Wednesday.

This is the most prestigious press conference venue in Beijing. Seated in the audience are not only domestic and international media, but also the heads of top global venture capital firms such as Sequoia Capital, Hillhouse Capital, Morgan Stanley, and SoftBank.

Even Nvidia's CEO, Huang, sent an executive vice president to fly over specifically for this purpose.

The stadium was packed.

Pei Ningxue sat in the third row, near the side, wearing black-rimmed glasses and a well-tailored black suit, looking capable and aloof.

She glanced at the backstage entrance and muttered to herself: This bastard, his leg isn't fully healed yet, and he insists on making such a big show of it.

Li Zhiyi sat in the first row of the family section, holding Chen Zhi's coat in her hands.

The two women actually bumped into each other in the venue.

Pei Ningxue simply nodded slightly, and Li Zhiyi returned a gentle smile. There was no tension as expected; instead, there was a strange tacit understanding between them.

The lights went out, and the entire place fell silent.

Chen Zhi was wearing a simple dark blue suit. When he walked onto the stage, his left leg was still slightly lame, but he walked very steadily with each step.

The sound of camera shutters clicking in the audience instantly merged into a burst of white light.

"Hello everyone, I'm Chen Zhi."

Chen Zhi stood in the center of the stage, his gaze sweeping over the trillion-dollar tycoons in the audience, his tone as casual as if he were bragging in his dorm room.

"Many people ask me why Deep Space Technology deserves a valuation of $750 billion in its Series B funding round. They think I'm crazy and that AI is just a vague bubble."

Chen Zhi smiled and pressed the page-turning pen in his hand.

On the big screen, a video of the woman in the red cheongsam appeared.

The entire room fell into a deathly silence.

Those seasoned investment gurus craned their necks, their eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

"This isn't a live shot; it's something Moss generated in thirty seconds based on a text," Chen Zhi pointed to the screen. "It understands the laws of physics, the logic of light and shadow, and human aesthetics. It's not simulating; it's creating."

As Chen Zhi continued to demonstrate, inputting phrases like "Cyberpunk Beijing," "Dragon in the Deep Sea," and "Wedding in the Wasteland World" brought up incredibly realistic videos on the big screen.

Uncontrollable gasps began to rise from the audience.

"This is not scientific..." a tech reporter from Silicon Valley muttered to himself, "The world is about to change, the world is about to change."

Chen Zhi and the others had calmed down enough before slowly showing the last slide of the PPT.

The only string of numbers above is: $100,000,000,000.

"Just now, five minutes before the press conference started, NVIDIA officially signed a share swap agreement, under which Deep Space Technology will receive NVIDIA's highest priority computing power support for the next three years."

Chen Zhi looked down at the audience, his voice carrying to every corner.

"At the same time, the Series B financing has officially concluded, and Deep Space Technology's latest valuation has officially exceeded 100 billion US dollars."

boom!

The whole place erupted.

The reporters pushed forward like madmen, and the flashbulbs were so bright that Pei Ningxue could hardly open her eyes.

She sat in her seat, looking at the slightly limping boy on the stage.

Hundreds of billions of US dollars.

That bastard actually did it.

In the lounge after the press conference, Chen Zhi slumped on the sofa, his left leg throbbing with pain.

While Dai Dama was dealing with those crazy capitalists outside, Li Zhiyi was spraying him with pain relief spray.

The door was pushed open.

Pei Ningxue walked in and threw the agreement into Chen Zhi's arms.

"It's all fixed. You just need to sign it yourself."

Chen Zhi took the agreement, didn't even look at it, and threw it aside.

He stared at Pei Ningxue, a wicked smile in his eyes: "President Pei, a bet's a bet. The valuation of 100 billion has been reached, shouldn't you fulfill your promise?"

Pei Ningxue blushed, glanced at Li Zhiyi who was spraying medicine, and gritted her teeth, saying, "Chen Zhi, don't push your luck. There are so many people here..."

"So what if there are a lot of people?" Chen Zhi shamelessly stretched out his hand. "Come here, let me hug you. This is a hug worth hundreds of billions of dollars."

Li Zhiyi stopped what she was doing, looked up at Pei Ningxue, and her eyes even carried a hint of mischievous encouragement.

Pei Ningxue felt like she was about to catch fire.

Just as she was about to turn and leave, her phone suddenly rang.

She glanced at the screen and turned pale.

"Who is it?" Chen Zhi sensed something was wrong.

Pei Ningxue took a deep breath and turned her phone screen around.

[I brought that bastard surnamed Chen down to see me from the parking lot downstairs at the China World Trade Center. — Pei Dongcheng.]

Chen Zhi's lips twitched.

Did the father-in-law bring a knife to the meeting?

He glanced down at his useless leg, which had just been removed from its cast, and then looked at the two very different girls in the room.

"Zhiyi, get me my cane." Chen Zhi coughed lightly. "I think I still need to pretend to be even more pitiful."

Li Zhiyi suppressed a laugh: "If you pretend to be pitiful now, Uncle Pei might just break your other leg too."

Pei Ningxue put away her phone and snorted coldly: "No need to pretend. He said if you dare not go, he'll just come up here and throw you off this rooftop. You've got experience jumping off buildings anyway."

Chen Zhi stood up, leaning on his cane, looked at the two women, and suddenly grinned.

"Let's go, CEO of a company worth hundreds of billions of dollars, I'll take you to meet his parents."

Outside, the blizzard continued.

But the banner of deep space technology has already been planted at the very top of the global Internet.

He had just reached the door when his phone vibrated again.

It was a text message from an unfamiliar number in Jiangcheng.

Chen Zhi, I remember what you said.

Lin Wanwan?

Is this young lady starting to make her move too?

"What's wrong?" Pei Ningxue keenly noticed that Chen Zhi's expression was off. She took two steps closer and glanced at his phone screen.

Chen Zhi flipped his wrist and casually put his phone into his pocket, then grabbed the armrest of the sofa next to him: "It's nothing. Dai Da sent a message saying there are too many media outside and asking if we want to use the VIP channel."

Pei Ningxue looked him up and down suspiciously, not believing him, but not asking any further questions.

Just then, the door to the lounge was pushed open.

Dai Da-mai rushed in, carrying a black waterproof SF Express package: "Brother Zhi! The receptionist said there's an urgent package for you, sent from Jiangcheng, and you must sign for it yourself!"

The air inside the room seemed to freeze.

Chen Zhi wanted nothing more than to throw Dai Dama off the 20th floor window right then and there. This kid was a genius at writing code, but he was practically an idiot when it came to reading people's expressions.

Pei Ningxue's gaze immediately locked onto the express delivery bag, and her slender eyebrows twitched.

Li Zhiyi was tidying up Chen Zhi's painkillers when she heard the name "Jiangcheng". She stopped what she was doing, turned around and quietly looked at Chen Zhi.

The two women's eyes met on the black delivery bag.

"Ahem..." Chen Zhigan coughed, took a step forward with his cane, snatched the express bag from Dai Dama's arms, and tucked it under his arm. "Trade secret. Probably a new batch of screen samples sent by Huang Zhang."

"Screen samples packaged in such small bags?" Pei Ningxue sneered, arms crossed. "When did Jiangcheng have a Meizu OEM factory? How come I, the former CFO, didn't know?"

Dai Da Mai then added, seemingly oblivious, "Yeah, Brother Zhi, this doesn't look like a screen..."

"Shut up, go outside and keep an eye on the investors!" Chen Zhi glared at him fiercely.

Dai Da-mai shrank back, finally realizing the awkward atmosphere, and slipped away.

Chen Zhi held the express delivery bag between his fingers. He glanced at Li Zhiyi, then at Pei Ningxue, his mind racing.

"Alright," Li Zhiyi suddenly spoke, breaking the deadlock.

She handed the bag containing the medicine to Chen Zhi, her tone gentle, "Uncle Pei is still waiting for you in the underground parking garage. It's not good for an elder to wait too long, so you can go downstairs first. I'll stay upstairs to help the legal department check the copy of the letter of intent we just signed."

This was an attempt to help him out of a difficult situation.

Chen Zhixin thought that Zhiyi was the most sensible person, and nodded: "Thank you for your hard work."

Looking at Li Zhiyi's understanding demeanor, Pei Ningxue felt inexplicably irritated. She picked up her bag and said to Chen Zhi in an annoyed tone, "Let's go, Mr. Chen, who is worth hundreds of billions."

The two walked out of the lounge and entered the private elevator.

Once the elevator doors closed, only the two of them remained in the cramped space.

Chen Zhi finally breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the delivery bag, and weighed it in his hand. It was very light; he wondered what was inside.

"Sent by Lin Wanwan?" Pei Ningxue stared at the changing floor numbers and suddenly asked.

Chen Zhi neither denied nor admitted it; he simply stuffed the express delivery bag into the inside pocket of his suit jacket.

"Chen Zhi, do you think that just because your company is valued at 100 billion, you can manipulate everyone?" Pei Ningxue turned her head, her tone somewhat cold. "Just because Li Zhiyi can tolerate you doesn't mean everyone can. Your childhood sweetheart retired from the entertainment industry and went back to her hometown four months ago, and today, right after the press conference, she sent you something. What do you think she means by that?"

Chen Zhi leaned against the elevator wall, looking at her. "She's reminding me not to forget that I'm a jerk."

"When you see my dad later, you'd better put away that attitude," Pei Ningxue warned him. "He's definitely not here today to congratulate you on your fortune."

"I understand." Chen Zhi smiled. "When my father-in-law scolds me, I just stand at attention and take the beating."

"Who's your father-in-law?!"

Ding.

The elevator takes you to the second basement level parking lot.

As soon as the door opened, a cold draft blew in.

Chen Zhi walked out with his cane and immediately saw the black Rolls-Royce Phantom parked not far away. The license plate number was a consecutive number from Jiangcheng, which was extremely eye-catching.

Two bodyguards in black suits stood beside the car. When they saw Pei Ningxue come out, they immediately bowed respectfully and opened the back door.

The carriage was dimly lit as the lights were off.

Pei Dongcheng sat in the back row, and the oppressive feeling that came from years of being in a position of power was overwhelming.

"Dad," Pei Ningxue called out as she walked over.

Pei Dongcheng didn't look at his daughter; his gaze fell on Chen Zhi, or more precisely, on Chen Zhi's carbon fiber cane.

"Your leg is ruined?" Pei Dongcheng asked, his voice low and filled with undisguised sarcasm.

"Thanks to you, I'm still half alive." Chen Zhi stepped forward, ignoring the bodyguard's guarded demeanor, and stood directly outside the car door, greeting him with a smile, "Uncle Pei, it's gotten cold in Beijing these past few days, is it cold in the car? Would you like to come up for a cup of hot tea?"

"Don't try to get close to me." Pei Dongcheng leaned forward. "Chen Zhi, a valuation of hundreds of billions of US dollars, that's impressive, isn't it? What are they calling you online now? China's youngest tech godfather?"

"Netizens are just making things up; don't take it seriously," Chen Zhi said modestly, waving his hand.

"It's definitely not something to be taken seriously," Pei Dongcheng sneered. "Because in my eyes, you're still an arrogant scumbag who doesn't know his place."

The atmosphere instantly plummeted to freezing point.

The bodyguard next to Chen Zhi moved half a step closer, his muscles tense.

Pei Ningxue's expression changed, and she immediately stepped in front of Chen Zhi: "Dad! What are you doing? Today is a big day for his company's Series B financing. Do you have to come here to cause trouble?"

"I'm looking for trouble?" Pei Dongcheng looked at his daughter, who was protecting Chen Zhi, and laughed angrily. "Pei Ningxue, you've been hiding in Sanya for the past four months, and I thought you'd grown up! But this kid beckons, and you come running back like a headless chicken. Don't you have any shame? You've completely disgraced the Pei family!"

Pei Ningxue's eyes reddened from the scolding, but she didn't back down an inch: "This is my own business! I'm happy to do it!"

"You!" Pei Dongcheng raised his hand in anger.

Chen Zhi pulled Pei Ningxue behind him, his left leg weak, but his back straight. Facing Pei Dongcheng's anger, his smile vanished.

"Uncle Pei, if there's fire coming at me, don't scare her."

Pei Dongcheng narrowed his eyes, sizing Chen Zhi up and down: "Can you protect her? Chen Zhi, don't think you can do whatever you want in Beijing just because you have Nvidia's support. Do you believe that if I just say one word, your so-called confidantes will become the laughingstock of the entire internet tomorrow?"

Previously, when Baidu engaged in smear campaigns, it only targeted the products. However, if Pei Dongcheng were to make a move, it would be directly aimed at Chen Zhi's public image and private life. The atmosphere in China is different from that overseas. Once the scandal of Chen Zhi having multiple relationships is exposed, the company's valuation will definitely plummet.

Chen Zhi remained silent for two seconds.

Then, he suddenly laughed.

He took a step forward, placed his hands on the Rolls-Royce door, and moved closer to Pei Dongcheng.

"Uncle Pei, you wouldn't do that."

"You think I wouldn't dare?" Pei Dongcheng's voice was even colder.

"You're unwilling to let Ningxue be ruined along with me." Chen Zhi stared into Pei Dongcheng's eyes. "You're unwilling to let Ningxue be ruined along with me. Moreover, Deep Space Technology is no longer something you can overturn with a single word. Hillhouse Capital, Sequoia Capital, Morgan Stanley, plus the backing of the Ministry of Industry and Information Technology. If you touch me now, you're touching the entire AI industry pie in China and even the world."

Chen Zhi spoke calmly.

"I'm standing here today not because I'm afraid of you. It's because you're Ningxue's father. I respect you, so I'm standing here to take the blame." Chen Zhi pointed to Pei Ningxue behind him. "But if you think you can force me to give up her, or anyone else, through business means or public opinion, then you've misjudged me."

Pei Dongcheng's face turned ashen.

He had been in the business world for decades and had met countless young people, but none like Chen Zhi, who managed to juggle multiple ventures in such a grand and strategic way, were truly unique.

Unfortunately, the trump card this kid was holding was incredibly strong.

a long time.

Pei Dongcheng suddenly leaned back in his chair, his anger completely gone, and he reverted to his unfathomable businessman demeanor.

"Chen Zhi, you're arrogant." Pei Dongcheng picked up a brown paper bag from the side and threw it at Chen Zhi's chest. "But arrogance comes at a price."

Chen Zhi caught the paper bag with one hand: "What's this? A wedding gift from my father-in-law?"

"This is your death warrant," Pei Dongcheng said coldly. "Do you think that just because you stepped on Moss's foot at the press conference, it will obediently admit defeat? Li Mingyuan flew to the United States last week and joined forces with several executives from Google and Microsoft. They are preparing to block and strangle Moss in the open-source community and overseas channels. I spent a lot of money to get this list and plan."

Chen Zhi frowned slightly and clenched the paper bag in his hand.

"A hundred billion US dollars is a threshold. Cross it and you'll enjoy boundless glory; fail to cross it and you'll be utterly destroyed." Pei Dongcheng looked at Chen Zhi. "Chen Zhi, I'm not here today to stop Ning Xue. I'm here to see how long you, this CEO with a hundred billion dollars, can survive the onslaught of multiple giants."

After saying that, Pei Dongcheng rolled up the car window.

The Rolls-Royce slowly drove away from the underground garage.

Pei Ningxue watched the taillights of the departing car and let out a long sigh of relief.

"If I hadn't argued with him, why would he have given me this intelligence?" Chen Zhiyang waved the brown paper bag in his hand. "That old fox is a real old fox. He said he would break my legs, but behind my back he even found out the enemy's trump cards for me. This father-in-law is someone I can get along with."

Pei Ningxue pinched his arm in exasperation: "Don't call me that! Who's your father-in-law!"

Although she cursed, Pei Ningxue finally felt a huge weight lifted from her heart. Since her father had sent out this intelligence, it meant that he had, to some extent, tacitly accepted Chen Zhi's current status.

The two went back upstairs.

The office was empty; neither Dai Damai nor Li Zhiyi were there.

Chen Zhi took off his coat and hung it on the hanger. Pei Ningxue walked over and tidied up the messy documents on his desk. Then she pointed to a black express delivery bag with a corner sticking out of his pocket.

"Now that no one's around, let's open it." Pei Ningxue pulled out a chair and sat down, looking like she was about to watch a good show. "Let me see what that big star sent you."

Chen Zhi gave a wry smile, took out the SF Express waterproof bag, and placed it on the table.

The bag was very light, and there was no sender's name, only an address in Jiangcheng.

Chen Zhi took the paper cutter and carefully cut open the seal.

He remembered what Lin Wanwan had said to him four months ago when she handed him that box: "Don't open it for a year. If you do, we'll never see each other again."

There was only a small USB flash drive inside.

Chen Zhi suddenly had a bad feeling, so he dialed Su Man's number.

The phone rang for a long time before being answered, with airport announcements playing in the background.

"Hello, Mr. Chen." Su Man's voice sounded very tired.

"You're at the airport?" Chen Zhi's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible panic.

"Going to further her studies, Wanwan got an offer from Berkeley." Su Man sighed. "President Chen, today is a big day for your company's valuation of hundreds of billions, so we won't join in the fun. It'll be better for Wanwan to have a change of scenery."

What time is her flight?

"We have forty minutes until takeoff." Su Man paused. "Mr. Chen, don't make things difficult for yourself. Your leg isn't healed yet. Even if you charter a plane to come over now, it'll be too late."

"Su Man, give her the phone. I want to hear what she has to say."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

Then, a rustling sound came from the doorway.

"Feed".

A familiar yet slightly hoarse voice came through the receiver.

Chen Zhi's breath hitched. Four months had passed, and this was the first time he had heard Lin Wanwan's voice.

"Wanwan..."

"Chen Zhi," Lin Wanwan interrupted him, her voice soft yet unusually calm, "Congratulations on becoming the CEO of a company worth hundreds of billions of US dollars."

Why are you leaving?

"Because I suddenly realized that Jiangcheng is too small, and Beijing is too small too." Lin Wanwan chuckled softly on the other end of the phone. "The USB drive on your desk is a song I wrote over the past four months. Consider it a gift from me."

"Wanwan, listen to me..."

"Chen Zhi, the one-year agreement isn't up yet." Lin Wanwan's voice trailed off. "That box, you didn't open it, did you?"

Chen Zhi looked at the USB drive on the table, his eyes stinging: "It's not open."

"That's good."

Lin Wanwan paused for a long time, so long that Chen Zhi thought the call had already ended.

Just then, her last words came through the receiver, as soft as a sigh.

"Chen Zhi, I'm leaving. Take good care of yourself in Beijing... and take care of them too."

beep - beep - beep -

The call was disconnected.

Chen Zhi stood in front of his desk, holding his phone, and remained silent for a long time.

Seeing his dejected appearance, Pei Ningxue felt a mix of emotions. She walked over and plugged the USB drive into the computer's USB port.

An audio file pops up on the screen.

The filename has only two characters.

"Accomplishment".

Pei Ningxue pressed the play button.

From the speakers came Lin Wanwan's ethereal yet sorrowful a cappella singing.

"I dedicated so many years of my youth to you, and all I got in return was a thank you for your sacrifice..."