The divorce comeback system arrived right after I was born.

Pei Ningxue sat in the chair, her fingers resting on the mouse. She had originally planned to watch Chen Zhi make a fool of himself, but as soon as the melody of "Accomplishment" started playing, all her gloating thoughts vanished.

Lin Wanwan's voice is a gift from God, clear and melodious. The lyrics of this song are too straightforward, without any fancy rhetoric, just telling a story line by line.

It's about a girl who was born next to a boy in the delivery room.

It tells the story of two children who, from a young age, pass ice cream to each other across a clothesline on a balcony.

It tells the story of how, when she finished recording this song in the recording studio, it was snowing heavily outside the window.

In the last line of the lyrics, Lin Wanwan's voice was so soft it was almost invisible.

Audio playback has ended.

The office fell silent.

Chen Zhi put his phone back in his pocket, then walked to the window, turned his back to Pei Ningxue, and rested his hands on the windowsill.

I don't know what she's thinking.

Pei Ningxue noticed that his knuckles, which were resting on the windowsill, had turned white.

"A CEO worth hundreds of billions of dollars, swayed by a song?" Pei Ningxue walked to his side, leaning against the windowsill. The two of them stood shoulder to shoulder, facing the leaden sky outside. "Should I call Old Zhao and ask you to lend me my private jet so we can fly straight to Los Angeles and bring him back?"

Chen Zhi ignored her sarcastic remarks.

He slowly straightened up, picked up the USB drive, and put it into the inside pocket of his suit jacket, close to his breast pocket.

"Since she's decided to pursue further studies, chasing after her will only annoy her more." Chen Zhi leaned back in his chair. "It's a one-year agreement. I promised her I wouldn't bother her."

Pei Ningxue let out a cold laugh.

"You're quite the sentimental one. You still have Li Zhiyi here, and you're still thinking about Lin Wanwan overseas." She handed him the letter of intent. "President Chen, please sign it first. I'm afraid you'll faint from grief and delay the important matters of Deep Space Technology."

Chen Zhi picked up the pen and quickly signed his name.

Pei Ningxue turned her head to look at the man beside her.

She'd been entangled with this man for almost a year, and she knew him too well. Although he couldn't tell what expression he had right now, he was probably about to cry.

"Alright, stop holding it in in front of me." Pei Ningxue picked up a tissue box from the table and threw it into his arms. "If you want to cry, just cry. I won't laugh at you."

"Why would I cry?" Chen Zhi turned around, raised his hand and rubbed his nose. "It's embarrassing for someone worth hundreds of billions to cry."

"Is it not shameful for someone worth hundreds of billions to be involved in three relationships?"

Pei Ningxue took the tissue box back from his arms, took one out herself, slowly wiped her fingertips, and said in a flat tone, "It's good that she's gone. Berklee College of Music, a top music school in the world, will be good for her career."

"Besides..." Pei Ningxue paused, "she might be better off without you, do you believe me?"

Chen Zhi gave a wry smile.

"Um."

Pei Ningxue crumpled the tissue into a ball and threw it into the trash can, then clapped her hands: "Then stop being so sentimental here. Baidu, Google, and Microsoft are teaming up against you. What are you going to do about it? Don't squander my assets."

Pei Ningxue walked back to her desk, sat down, and turned on her computer. "You can't handle Lin Wanwan's matter for now, and you're not qualified to interfere before the one-year agreement expires. But as for the matter of Baidu joining forces with overseas giants to besiege you, every day we delay is tantamount to waiting for death."

Chen Zhi had to admit that Pei Ningxue was right.

He walked back to the table with his cane and opened the brown paper bag.

Inside was a stack of printed documents, neatly arranged, showing that Pei Dongcheng's secretary was very meticulous in her work. The first page was a translated copy of the minutes of an overseas meeting, with the Google headquarters logo and date printed at the top.

Chen Zhi turned two pages, and his expression changed.

Pei Ningxue leaned over for a look, then gasped.

"Are they trying to suppress open source?"

Baidu's Vice President Li Mingyuan flew to Silicon Valley last week to recruit people to join the team. Google's DeepMind team is preparing to open-source a multimodal large model comparable to Moss, and Microsoft's Azure cloud platform will provide free computing power support to all developers who access the open-source model.

In layman's terms: If I can't beat you, then I'll give away your core capabilities to the whole world for free, so everyone can use free AI.

Chen Zhi almost laughed. In his previous life, due to limitations in computing power, China's large-scale AI models were completely overwhelmed, so they had to be made free and open-source. This time, the situation was reversed.

"This is a bit troublesome," Chen Zhi thought to himself.

"It's more than just troublesome." Pei Ningxue quickly scanned the remaining pages, pointing to a section with her finger. "Look at this timeline. They plan to release it simultaneously at the GTC conference next March, and they've even brought in the Meta team. This isn't just a matter for one or two companies; it's the entire Silicon Valley team working together."

Chen Zhi fell silent.

He experienced the AI ​​wars in his past life, but the battlefields of that life were completely different from this one. In his past life, Moss didn't exist, and no Chinese company could directly compete with Silicon Valley in the AI ​​arena. But in this life, Deep Space Technology's rise was too rapid; the entire Silicon Valley hadn't even had time to react.

Their reason for wanting to suppress Deep Space Technology is to gain a share of the AI ​​market.

"We can handle it," Chen Zhi suddenly said.

Pei Ningxue looked up at him.

"Open source isn't scary; what's scary is the ecosystem." Chen Zhi tapped the table twice. "Their open-source model takes time, adaptation takes time, and developer migration takes time. But we already have the mobile terminal as an entry point, and a stable user base."

"With just these skills, can they compete with those companies in Silicon Valley?"

"Of course not." Chen Zhi looked at her. "So, President Pei, do you want to come back?"

Pei Ningxue leaned back in her chair, crossed her arms, and pretended to be aloof.

"We just secured Series B funding, and now we have tens of billions of dollars in cash flow. But no matter how much money we have, it's useless without professional people to manage it." Chen Zhi pushed the Nvidia letter of intent, which she had already revised, in front of her. "I need you."

Pei Ningxue lowered her eyes, her fingers unconsciously stroking the cover of the letter of intent.

"Chen Zhi, do you think that every time you bring up the company, I'll definitely agree?"

"No." Chen Zhi took the red string safety buckle out of his pocket and placed it on the table.

That was the couple Pei Ningxue left in the guest room four months ago.

"When you kept this, did you intend to never use it again?"

Pei Ningxue stared at the red rope, remaining silent for a long time.

"At that time..." her voice trailed off, "I did think about not wanting it."

"And now?"

Pei Ningxue raised her head and looked at Chen Zhi.

This man she both loved and hated.

"Chen Zhi, give me a reason," Pei Ningxue said softly. "Give me a reason to stay."

Chen Zhi smiled.

He reached out, picked up the red string, and waved it in front of Pei Ningxue.

"Because when you picked out this red string, you told the old lady at the cultural and creative store, 'This is my husband's.'"

Pei Ningxue's ears turned bright red.

"How can you have such a good memory!"

"A husband must remember every word his wife says."

"Who's your wife!" Pei Ningxue stood up and reached out to snatch the red rope.

Chen Zhi raised his hand high, but Pei Ningxue couldn't reach it. In her anxiety, she jumped up and down twice before stepping on the instep of Chen Zhi's crippled leg.

"Hiss—" Chen Zhi grimaced.

Pei Ningxue was startled and quickly squatted down to check: "Did you hurt yourself? I didn't mean to!"

While she squatted down, Chen Zhi wrapped the red rope around her wrist and tied a slipknot.

Pei Ningxue was stunned.

"Pei Ningxue, come back."

She squatted there, looking up at him, her lips moving slightly.

"...If you dare leave me alone in the hotel room eating takeout again, I'll break your other leg too."