The divorce comeback system arrived right after I was born.

Boston Logan International Airport.

As soon as Chen Zhigang got off the private jet, he put the black baseball cap he had in his pocket on his head and then took out a black mask from his bag to cover himself up completely.

He's a global celebrity now, to some extent.

Four hours ago, his face was scrolling across several giant screens in Times Square, New York. Nasdaq is probably still celebrating with champagne, while he, the rightful CEO of a company valued at hundreds of billions of dollars, has run away.

If any paparazzi were to photograph the founder of Deep Space Technology abandoning a celebratory banquet and strolling the streets of Boston, who knows what outrageous headlines would appear on Wall Street's front page tomorrow.

Chen Zhi turned to look at Pei Ningxue walking beside him.

She was still wearing the same black suit dress she wore at the bell-ringing ceremony, exuding confidence and walking through the airport passageway like she was on a runway, attracting a lot of attention.

"President Pei," Chen Zhi took a half-step to the side, "why don't you wear a mask too?"

Pei Ningxue didn't stop walking, but glanced at him sideways.

"What, afraid I'll embarrass you?"

"No," Chen Zhi pointed at her, "You're a familiar face in financial news now, the CFO of Deep Space Technology. The two of us together are too conspicuous; what if we get recognized?"

Pei Ningxue stopped and gave a cold laugh.

"Don't worry, I have no intention of walking with you."

She raised her wrist and glanced at the Patek Philippe.

"I have my own itinerary in Boston. I have an appointment with a few professors tomorrow morning to discuss university-industry collaboration."

Pei Ningxue brushed her long hair that had slipped down to her shoulders behind her head, her tone flat.

"As for you, go see your childhood sweetheart. I have no interest in being a third wheel."

Chen Zhi looked at her businesslike demeanor, but he knew exactly what was going on.

This woman is all talk and no action.

If we really want to discuss cooperation, when can't we? Why do we have to fly over here overnight on his private jet?

But he didn't have time to expose him now; he just raised his hand in a serious manner.

"President Pei, you know my feelings for you have always remained the same."

Pei Ningxue stared at him for three seconds.

"hehe."

After saying those two words, she turned around and headed towards the airport's VIP arrival gate.

A black Cadillac SUV was parked on the side of the road. Pei Ningxue opened the car door and got in with a deft movement.

She rolled down the car window and looked at Chen Zhi, who was standing by the roadside fully armed.

"Chen Zhi".

Chen Zhi leaned closer.

"The private jet will fly back to New York at 5 p.m. tomorrow. If you are late, I will announce your resignation."

After saying that, the car window rolled up, and the Cadillac stepped on the gas and merged into the traffic.

Chen Zhi stood there, touching his nose.

"His temper is really getting worse and worse."

He took out his phone and glanced at the location Su Man had sent him.

Berklee College of Music.

Chen Zhi hailed a taxi and gave them the address.

Half an hour later, Chen Zhi stood near the Berklee College of Music neighborhood.

Everywhere you look, there are young people carrying musical instruments and dressed in unique ways, and the intermittent sound of guitars drifts from the corner cafe.

Chen Zhi pulled down the brim of his hat and strolled around the street.

Su Man only said that Lin Wanwan had an internal performance tonight, but didn't specify the venue. Berkeley is so big, with dozens of rehearsal rooms and performance halls of all sizes; he couldn't possibly push open each door to find them.

He looked around and spotted a white boy sitting on a bench by the roadside smoking.

The guy had a bass guitar next to him, was wearing ripped jeans, and had messy curly hair.

Chen Zhi walked over and asked in fluent English.

Hey bro, excuse me.

The white boy exhaled a smoke ring and looked up at him.

"What's up?"

"Have you seen an Asian girl?" Chen Zhi gestured. "Short hair, very pretty, probably from your school."

The white boy frowned and looked Chen Zhi up and down warily.

Late at night, a man wearing sunglasses, a mask, and a baseball cap went to the vicinity of the school to inquire about a pretty girl.

This looks like a stalker.

"Dude, there are plenty of Asian girls at our school." The white guy stubbed out his cigarette. "Who are you looking for?"

"Lin," Chen Zhi introduced Lin Wanwan, "she sings very well."

"Lin?"

The white boy paused for a moment, then realized what was happening.

"Yes, yes. You mean Lin, the one who got praised to the skies by old man Smith in the music composition class recently?"

Chen Zhi's eyes lit up.

"Yes, it's her."

The white boy's expression became even more wary; he even reached for the bass guitar case next to him, looking ready to smash it at the slightest provocation.

"Who are you to her? A paparazzi? Or one of those annoying suitors?"

The white boy looked Chen Zhi up and down.

"Lin does have a performance tonight, but I'm not going to give out the address to a sneaky guy like you."

Chen Zhi felt a little helpless.

Students in Boston are quite vigilant.

He sighed, reached up and pulled off his mask, and also took off his sunglasses.

"I'm not a pervert." Chen Zhi pointed to his face. "I'm her friend."

The white boy was about to make a sarcastic remark, but when he saw Chen Zhi's face clearly, he suddenly froze.

His eyes widened, his mouth slightly open, his gaze shifting back and forth between Chen Zhi's face and the phone screen in his hand.

Just seconds before, he was scrolling through Twitter.

The top trending topic on Twitter was the live video of Deep Space Technology ringing the bell at Nasdaq.

The face of the young Eastern tycoon in the video, surrounded by global financial magnates and pressing the bell-ringing button, is exactly the same as the man in front of me.

"Holy shit..."

The white guy swore and suddenly stood up.

"Chen?!"

He pointed at Chen Zhi, his voice cracking.

"You're Chen from DeepSpace?!"

Chen Zhi quickly put his finger to his lips.

"Shhh."

"Oh my god!" The white guy couldn't contain his excitement, gesturing wildly. "It really is you! I watched your launch event! MossOS is a genius design! I even registered an account on your developer platform!"

He grabbed Chen Zhi's arm.

"I'm your fan, Chen! My name is Mike! Good heavens, a CEO of a billion-dollar company is standing in front of me asking about a girl!"

Chen Zhi felt a little dizzy from being shaken by him.

"Mike, calm down."

Chen Zhi pulled his arm out and put his mask back on.

"I'm a CEO who has fled, and I don't want to cause a commotion."

Mike nodded frantically, lowering his voice, but the excitement in his tone was impossible to hide.

"I get it! I get it! The big shot is on a clandestine visit!"

He suddenly realized something, and his eyes widened like saucers.

"Wait, you were asking about Lin... Are you friends with Lin?"

Chen Zhi made up an excuse.

"It's her birthday today, so I flew here to surprise her. But I don't know where she's performing."

Mike looked like he'd stumbled upon some amazing gossip, rubbing his hands together excitedly.

"Bro, you've come to the right place! Lin is at the underground theater in the red brick building at number 114 tonight. It's an independent music festival that's only open to students."

Mike grabbed his bass guitar case.

"Come on! I'll take you in! You can't get in that place without a student ID, but I have an opening act there tonight!"

Chen Zhi laughed.

This fan account is quite useful.

"Thanks, Mike."

The two walked further down the street.

Along the way, Mike was so excited he was like a chatterbox, frantically telling Chen Zhi about Lin Wanwan's "glorious deeds" at school.

"Chen, you have no idea how popular Lin is around here."

"She didn't talk much when she first arrived, and everyone thought she was a good girl."

"Last month, some arrogant rich kid made a dirty joke at her in the rehearsal room, so she poured a cup of hot coffee on his crotch and then yelled at him and kicked him out."

"From then on, no one dared to mess with her anymore."

Chen Zhi, walking beside him, paused slightly upon hearing these words.

a year.

She really has grown up.

"arrive."

Mike stopped in front of an old red brick building.

As you walk down the stairs, the heavy metal drumbeats and distorted guitar sounds are making the floor shake.

There were two students checking their identities at the entrance.

Mike flashed his sign and then pointed to Chen Zhi behind him.

"My band's keyboardist just came from New York today."

The student guarding the gate glanced at Chen Zhi, who was wrapped up tightly, and let him pass without asking any questions.

The small theater was packed with people, and the lighting was dim, with only a few blue-purple spotlights shining on the stage.

Mike leaned close to Chen Zhi's ear and shouted loudly.

"Lin is the finale! She should be up soon!"

Chen Zhi nodded, patted Mike on the shoulder to express his gratitude, and then squeezed into the edge of the crowd, finding an inconspicuous corner to stand in.

A punk band on stage had just finished their performance, and the lead singer screamed and smashed the microphone stand, eliciting whistles and cheers from the audience.

The lights in the venue dimmed.

The students around them started whispering among themselves.

"Is Lin next?"

"Yes, I heard she's going to sing a new Chinese song she wrote tonight."

"Even Smith praised her arrangement; I'd like to hear just how good it is."

Chen Zhi stood in the shadows, his gaze fixed on the center of the stage.

A minute later, a soft beam of white light shone on the stage.

A girl carrying a wooden guitar slowly walked to the microphone.

She was wearing a simple, loose white T-shirt, jeans, and canvas shoes.

What's most striking is her hair.

Her former waist-length hair was cut into a short bob, with slightly curled ends, giving her a cool and aloof look.

That face was still so beautiful under the lights that it was impossible to look away.

She adjusted the microphone height and lightly plucked the guitar strings with her fingers.

The entire room fell silent.