The divorce comeback system arrived right after I was born.

Lin Wanwan sat by the window in the waiting area of ​​Tianhe Airport.

She was wearing a baseball cap and a mask, huddled in a large hoodie, with an English dictionary on her lap.

A photograph was tucked inside the dictionary.

The photo has been folded many times, and the edges are already a bit soft.

She took that picture secretly on Chen Zhi's birthday night.

In the photo, Chen Zhi is sitting in front of a cake, his face covered in cream, and he looks a little silly.

Lin Wanwan stared at the lock screen for a few seconds, then turned off her phone and placed it on her lap.

Su Man returned with two cups of hot coffee and placed one of them next to her.

"Have some drink, so you don't have low blood sugar when you get on the plane."

Lin Wanwan shook her head.

"I'm not sleepy."

Su Man sighed when she saw her like this.

"If you're not sleepy, why do you have such dark circles under your eyes? Even a panda would call you senior."

Lin Wanwan chuckled softly, but the smile quickly faded.

The airport is broadcasting flight delay announcements, once in Chinese and once in English.

The waiting area wasn't crowded. Some people were sleeping against their suitcases, some were working on PowerPoint presentations on their laptops, and a few children were peering through the glass at the planes outside.

Su Man sat down next to her and handed her the boarding pass.

"You told him on the phone that it would take off in forty minutes, but it's actually 6 a.m.

"I'm afraid he'll really come."

Lin Wanwan stuffed her boarding pass into the dictionary.

"His leg isn't fully healed yet, and he's running around on crutches. What if he gets injured again?"

Su Man looked at her, but didn't say anything for a long time.

Even after all this, you're still thinking about that kid's leg.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would have wanted to crack open Lin Wanwan's head to see just how much Chen Zhi was inside.

"Wanwan, have you ever thought that he's no longer the little boy who lived next door to you and would climb over your balcony to play with you?"

"I know."

"He's the owner of a company worth hundreds of billions of dollars, and he's never short of people around him."

"I know."

"Then why..."

Su Man stopped halfway through her sentence.

Lin Wanwan looked down and fiddled with the edge of her phone case for a while before speaking.

"Sister Man, it's not that I didn't know."

"I just... need some time to pull myself out of my old ways."

Su Man began to feel sorry for Lin Wanwan.

She pushed the coffee towards Lin Wanwan's hand.

"Then you should make him pay some money. Berkeley is expensive. Tuition, accommodation, recording studio, transportation, and your insurance in the United States, all added up, it would conservatively cost more than a million."

"I'll figure it out myself."

"What method are you thinking of?"

Just as Su Man was about to continue persuading him, her phone suddenly vibrated.

She looked down at the screen and froze.

Bank transfer notification.

Chen Zhi transferred 5,000,000.00 yuan.

Note: This is a continuing education fund; don't tell her.

Su Man: "..."

They told her not to tell Lin Wanwan, but then such a large sum of money suddenly appeared. Lin Wanwan was sitting nearby and saw it immediately.

She took the phone, and her expression changed immediately after seeing the amount.

"Go back."

Su Man took her phone back and frowned.

"Wanwan, stop fooling around."

"Go back."

"This isn't about making a scene," Su Man said, suppressing her anger. "You've been out of the entertainment industry for four months now, with no income whatsoever. You're going to be a stranger in America, how are you going to survive?"

Su Man continued, "Why not use Chen Zhi's money? He owes you. Five million is probably just the cost of a broken part on his watch to him. Do you really want to be so hard on yourself?"

Lin Wanwan stubbornly said, "Sister Man, go back."

Su Man was so angry she wanted to curse, "Do you know what you call this? Being fussy and fussy."

Lin Wanwan looked up at her; her face was half covered by a mask, revealing only a pair of bright red eyes.

"It's not about being particular."

"If I accept this money, I won't be in a position to ask him that question a year from now."

Su Man was stunned for a moment.

"Which sentence?"

Lin Wanwan lowered her head, took the photo that had been folded many times out of the dictionary, and gently flattened it with her fingertips.

Ask him if, in the past year, he has truly learned to respect my choices.

Su Man suddenly couldn't speak.

She has managed many artists and witnessed many emotional entanglements.

Some people demand a house and a car after a breakup, some turn around and expose others, and some cry while receiving money.

Lin Wanwan is the most troublesome.

Su Man rubbed her temples.

"Fine, I'll back out."

She opened the transfer page and returned the five million to the original payment method.

After thinking for a long time, I finally wrote only three words.

She doesn't want to.

After the money was returned, Su Man put her phone away and got up to go to the bathroom.

Lin Wanwan thought she was angry and was about to call her when Su Man had already left without looking back.

A few minutes later.

Lin Wanwan's phone vibrated.

Payment notification: 200,000.00 yuan.

Payer: Su Man.

Note: The broker's commission paid in advance will be deducted from your commission after you return to work.

Lin Wanwan stared at that note for a long time.

She raised her hand and pressed the edge of her mask, her voice muffled.

"Sister Man..."

Su Man walked back from a distance, pretending that nothing had happened.

"Don't be dramatic. This money isn't a gift; it's a loan. The interest rate is calculated at the highest bank rate."

Lin Wanwan couldn't hold back her tears, which fell onto her phone screen.

Su Man sat down and handed her a tissue.

"Why are you crying? When you become an international superstar, I'll demand double."

Lin Wanwan nodded, clutching the tissue, and murmured an "Mmm".

……

Beijing.

In the CEO's office at Deep Space Technology, "Accomplishment" has been played on repeat for the seventh time.

Chen Zhi leaned back in his chair, the computer screen in front of him displaying the audio player interface.

He left only a small table lamp on the table.

Pei Ningxue sat on the other side of the desk.

The song reached the chorus once again.

"I've given you so many years of my youth..."

Pei Ningxue finally couldn't take it anymore.

"Chen Zhi, play it one more time, and I'll throw the speaker out the window."

Chen Zhi did not react.

Pei Ningxue kicked his chair.

"Have you heard enough?"

Chen Zhi snapped out of his daze and paused the media player.

The office finally quieted down.

Pei Ningxue.

"what?"

"Can you find out when she applied to Berkeley?"

Pei Ningxue looked up at him.

"You want me to look up my rival's information?"

Chen Zhi didn't dare to speak.

He was just sitting there, but he didn't seem to be in a good mood.

Pei Ningxue wanted to scold him, but she swallowed the words back down.

"I can only check publicly available information; don't expect me to hack into the school system."

"Just make the information public."

Pei Ningxue pushed the contract aside and turned on her computer.

"Chen Zhi, you better remember this: I am the CFO of Deep Space Technology, not your emotional detective."

"I'll give you a raise later."

"Do you think I need your meager salary?"

"Shall I top up your supplementary card's credit limit?"

Pei Ningxue sneered.

"I've spent almost two million on your supplementary card in the past four months, and you still haven't stopped using it. You seem to enjoy being exploited by me?"

"You swiping your card means you still care about me."

Don't flatter yourself, I just want to make you feel the pinch.

"Then you failed. I'm very rich now."

Pei Ningxue ignored him and started contacting people to look up information.

Three minutes later, she pulled up a list of international students admitted to Berklee College of Music for this semester.

She typed "Lin Wanwan".

The search results popped up.

Name: Lin Wanwan.

Application submission date: May 21, 2024.

Admission notification date: June 18, 2024.

Pei Ningxue looked at the date and stopped.

Chen Zhi also saw it.

May 21st.

The day after his birthday.

Not after August 15th.

Not after that night at Wanliu Academy.

It wasn't after Lin Wanwan retired from the entertainment industry and returned to Jiangcheng.

Pei Ningxue scrolled down the webpage and checked it again.

"There's nothing wrong with this list."

Chen Zhi didn't speak.

He stared at the date for a long time before speaking in a low voice.

May 21st.

Pei Ningxue leaned back in her chair.

"The day after your birthday?"

"Um."

On the morning of May 21st.

He remembers it very clearly.

That day, the hotel room was filled with roses. Lin Wanwan hugged a small potted cactus and buried her face in the blanket, laughing.

She said that if he ever forgets his birthday again, she'll prick him with a cactus.

At that time, he thought he had successfully navigated the gift crisis.

They even thought Lin Wanwan had been appeased.

As a result, she secretly submitted an application to go abroad.

Pei Ningxue looked at the information on the computer, her tone unusually calm.

"She thought of it earlier than I did."

Chen Zhi held the USB drive in his palm.

She decided to leave that day.

"Maybe even earlier," Pei Ningxue added. "Application materials can't be prepared in a day; portfolios, letters of recommendation, and language test scores all take time."

Chen Zhi closed his eyes.

He suddenly remembered that Lin Wanwan often said she was busy during that period.

They said they were going to record songs, do promotional appearances, and write new works.

He thought she was working hard to advance her career.

As a result, she was preparing an escape route for herself.

Pei Ningxue felt uncomfortable seeing him like this.

She and Lin Wanwan didn't have much of a relationship; in fact, because of Chen Zhi, the two of them were naturally on opposite sides.

But at this moment, she couldn't casually evaluate the other person.

Lin Wanwan did not run away after being defeated that night.

She started packing her luggage when she was at her happiest.

"Chen Zhi".

"Um."

Pei Ningxue closed the webpage.

"She's already figured it out: if you can't give her what she wants, she'll leave on her own."

Chen Zhi got up and went to the window.

The lights of the foreign trade building outside the window were still on, and cars continued to flow downstairs.

He pressed his forehead against the glass; the glass was very cold.

Lin Wanwan has always been the one most like the sun.

She can laugh, make a fuss, act cute, and snuggle into his arms calling him "husband."

So he always felt that she was the easiest to coax.

A bouquet of flowers, a song, a hug, and she'll soften.

But Lin Wanwan handled the departure procedures more thoroughly than anyone else.