The divorce comeback system arrived right after I was born.

Below the photo, Lin Wanwan only posted two words.

【Congratulations.】

If it were like before, Lin Wanwan would send a bunch of emojis, or deliberately act coquettishly and say, "Chen Zhi, you've really made something of yourself now."

one Year.

This was the first time in a whole year that she had taken the initiative to send a message.

Chen Zhi felt as if his heart had been suddenly squeezed by something, and all the cheers and the sound of champagne corks being popped around him were sucked away in that instant.

He turned around instinctively, with only one thought in his mind: to find her.

Go now.

Boston is only 300 kilometers from New York, less than an hour by plane or four hours by car.

He had just taken half a step when his wrist was suddenly grabbed tightly.

Chen Zhi turned around.

Pei Ningxue stood beside him, her beautiful eyes staring coldly at him.

"Where do you want to go at such an important time?"

Chen Zhi's Adam's apple bobbed.

"I have some personal matters to attend to."

"Personal matters?" Pei Ningxue lowered her voice and whispered in his ear, "There are over a hundred top global media outlets waiting to interview you, partners from Hillhouse Capital and Morgan Stanley are waiting to pop champagne with you, and tens of thousands of retail investors are watching Deep Space Technology's stock price chart."

She gripped Chen Zhi's wrist even tighter, looking at him with a mixture of disappointment and frustration.

"You're irresponsible in relationships, and you don't want to be responsible in your career either? Focus on doing the things in front of you well first."

Chen Zhi looked at Pei Ningxue.

Today, she was wearing a custom-made black suit dress, with exquisite makeup and an aura of power, looking every bit the top CFO in charge of hundreds of billions of dollars. But Chen Zhi could feel that her hand holding his was trembling slightly.

Pei Ningxue was trying her best to suppress her emotions.

She knew exactly what Chen Zhi's look meant. Who else could have made this man lose his composure at the bell-ringing ceremony, besides that girl from Boston?

Chen Zhi took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the impulse in his eyes had been forcibly suppressed.

"Feel sorry."

He patted Pei Ningxue's hand on the back. "Let's go, let's go do the interview."

Pei Ningxue slowly released her grip, said nothing more, and turned to walk ahead of him.

For the next two hours, Chen Zhi mechanically went through the motions.

A Wall Street Journal reporter, microphone in hand, squeezed to the front.

"Mr. Chen! Deep Space Technology's stock price surged 60% at the opening, pushing its market capitalization past $800 billion! As the world's youngest billionaire, how do you feel right now?"

Chen Zhi gave the camera a standard smile.

"It's very calm. The value of Deep Space Technology lies not in today's stock price, but in how much efficiency MossOS can bring to human society."

Mr. Zhang from Hillhouse Capital led the applause, and the flashbulbs turned the room into daylight.

The Bloomberg reporter then asked a question.

"Mr. Chen, there are rumors that Microsoft and Google are secretly developing a new generation of multimodal large models in an attempt to thwart Moss at next month's developer conference. What is your response to this?"

"The open-source community is a good place," Chen Zhi said calmly, "but the moat of an operating system can never be filled by publishing a few papers. Deep Space Technology welcomes competition."

His answer was impeccable, even bordering on arrogant, perfectly fitting Wall Street's stereotype of this Eastern genius.

Dai Dama was so excited that his face turned red, and he frantically took photos with several executives.

The entire Nasdaq trading floor, the entire Wall Street, and even the entire Silicon Valley were all buzzing with excitement over this AI frenzy.

Apart from Chen Zhi.

He held a glass of champagne, weaving through the crowd, clinking glasses and exchanging pleasantries with those well-dressed business tycoons, listening to them praise the future of deep space technology in exaggerated tones.

But he found it noisy.

All I could think about was that photo of Lin Wanwan on the streets of Boston.

She has lost weight.

My hair is shorter now.

She did not reply to any further messages.

Chen Zhi picked up his wine glass and drank the champagne in one gulp.

The dinner was held at a rooftop restaurant in Manhattan.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is the dazzling night view of New York, with the lights of the Empire State Building twinkling in the night sky.

Dai Dama brought over the plate, still chewing on a piece of steak.

"Boss, what's wrong with you today? You seemed distracted during the bell-ringing ceremony, and when Mr. Zhang from Hillhouse Capital talked to you about the subsequent spin-off and listing, you just mumbled 'uh-huh' for ages." Dai Da-mai swallowed his beef and lowered his voice. "Did something go wrong?"

"No." Chen Zhi placed the empty wine glass on a passing waiter's tray. "It's too stuffy in there, I'm going to get some fresh air."

He ignored Dai Dama's questions, walked to the terrace at the end of the corridor, and lit a cigarette.

Autographs, photos, interviews, and closed-door cocktail parties.

Chen Zhi cooperated throughout the entire process.

But every few minutes, he would subconsciously check his phone.

Lin Wanwan did not send any more messages.

Pei Ningxue saw it clearly, but didn't mention it again.

Chen Zhi was led to the lounge after the party ended.

He had just sat down when his phone vibrated again.

This time it's Su Man.

[Chen Zhi, don't call, she has a performance today.]

Chen Zhi immediately typed a message asking.

What kind of performance?

Su Man replied quickly.

[A private music festival within Berkeley, not open to the public.]

She told me not to tell you.

Chen Zhi stared at the last sentence.

Why did you tell me that?

Su Man sent an eye-rolling emoji.

[Because she cried after watching you ring the bell.]

Chen Zhi's fingers stopped.

Pei Ningxue walked in just then. "The media dinner will begin in half an hour."

Chen Zhi looked up at Pei Ningxue and said, "I'm not going."

The document in Pei Ningxue's hand stopped in mid-air.

"reason?"

"I'm going to Boston."

Pei Ningxue stared at him for a few seconds.

"You're here again?"

Chen Zhi stood up and picked up his coat.

"The process is complete, the stock price has reached its target, and the reporters have finished their criticisms."

"I am not the CEO now."

"I'm an ex-boyfriend who wants to go to a show."

Pei Ningxue was amused by his words.

"My ex-boyfriend was quite self-aware."

Chen Zhi walked to the door, then stopped.

"Do you want to come along?"

Pei Ningxue was stunned. "What?"

Chen Zhi turned to look at her.

"To Boston."

"Aren't you afraid I'll do something reckless?"

"I'm not afraid."

Pei Ningxue stared at him for a long time before finally throwing the documents in her hand onto the table.

"Chen Zhi, you're really sick."

Chen Zhi nodded.

"Yeah, it's an old problem."

Pei Ningxue took out her phone and dialed her assistant's number.

"Cancel the dinner."

"?"

She glanced at Chen Zhi.

"The CEO was in an unstable mental state on the day of the IPO, and the CFO accompanied him to observe him."

Chen Zhi: "..."

As soon as Dai Dama pushed the door open and heard this, he froze.

"what?"

"Boss, where are you going?"

Chen Zhi put on his coat.

Boston.

Dai Dama held onto the door frame.

"No, boss, there's a CNBC interview tomorrow, an investment bank breakfast meeting the day after, and a closed-door meeting with Nvidia the day after that..."

Pei Ningxue picked up her bag and was about to leave.

"I'll interview you."

Dai Dama was dumbfounded.

"What?!"

Chen Zhi patted him on the shoulder.

"Old Dai, Deep Space Technology needs you."

Dai Da Mai went crazy.

"Me, a coder, facing global financial media?"

Chen Zhi had already started walking outside.

"Just tell them the boss went off to pursue love."

Dai Dama shouted from behind.

"How can you say that?!"

Chen Zhi did not turn around.

"No, so the time has come to test you."

Just as the two reached the elevator, Su Man sent another message.

Don't come, she's singing a new song tonight.

Chen Zhi was curious about what Lin Wanwan had written this time.

What's your name?

[No Turning Back]

The elevator doors opened.

Pei Ningxue looked at the three words on Chen Zhi's phone and asked in a low voice.

"Are you still going?"

Chen Zhi put his phone away and stepped into the elevator.

"go."

Before the elevator doors closed, Dai Da-mai chased after them to the end of the corridor, breaking down and shouting:

"Boss! At least tell me, how am I supposed to make up a story when CNBC asks why you missed the dinner?!"

Chen Zhi pressed the open button and leaned half his body out.

"Just say—"

"The CEO of Deep Space Technology was temporarily assigned to handle a problem that costs more than one trillion US dollars."

The elevator doors closed.

Dai Dama stood there, and after a long while, he managed to utter a sentence.

"Can this even be broadcast?"