The divorce comeback system arrived right after I was born.

The spotlight shone on the center of the stage.

Chen Zhi stood in the shadows, his gaze fixed on the girl holding the wooden guitar.

A whole year.

This was the first time in 365 days that he had seen Lin Wanwan in person.

The changes are truly remarkable.

A year ago, she was still an innocent and naive girl.

A year later, she exuded a coolness and efficiency she had never shown before.

She was no longer the spoiled brat who would always snuggle into his arms.

Chen Zhi looked at her, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily.

Mike led the way, managing to squeeze two gaps in the first row, right on the side.

"Excuse me, excuse me, make room for my keyboardist."

Mike pressed Chen Zhi into a chair and sat down himself.

A black guy with dreadlocks came over and looked Chen Zhi up and down a few times.

"Mike, when did your band hire a keyboardist?"

The Black guy pointed to the mask and baseball cap on Chen Zhi's face.

"This guy's bundled up like he's robbing a bank, isn't he hot?"

Mike laughed it off.

"I just met a friend who is quite shy and can't handle big occasions."

The Black guy shrugged and didn't ask any more questions.

But an Asian boy sitting next to him pushed up his black-rimmed glasses, looked past Mike, and stared straight at Chen Zhi.

"Why does he look so familiar?" the Asian boy muttered to himself.

He was smoking outside the theater when he vaguely heard Mike shout something like "Chen," but he didn't pay attention at the time.

But the more I look at it now, the more something seems off.

This figure, these eyes and eyebrows peeking out from under the mask.

How come it looks so much like the face that's trending at number one on Twitter?

The Asian boy glanced down at his phone screen.

The screen displays a high-resolution image of Deep Space Technology ringing the bell at Nasdaq.

The young CEO, surrounded by global financial giants, was full of vigor and ambition.

He looked up and glanced at the man next to him who was completely covered up.

The two figures instantly overlapped in my mind.

"Wait..."

The Asian boy suddenly stood up and blurted out a sentence in English.

Immediately afterwards, he switched to fluent and clear Chinese.

Holy crap!!!

Mike was startled.

"Dude, are you crazy?"

The Asian boy completely ignored Mike, his finger pointing at Chen Zhi was trembling wildly.

"Chen! You're Chen!"

"My God, what are you doing at Berkeley!"

The Chinese students nearby were the first to react.

"Chen? Which Chen?"

"Holy crap! Chen Zhi?! That Chen Zhi from Deep Space Technology?!"

"What?! That billionaire who just rang the stock exchange bell? He's here?!"

The entire underground theater was silent for about two seconds.

Then things completely exploded.

People who were originally sitting in the back started pushing forward like crazy.

Although the foreign students didn't recognize the name at first, they all understood when they heard "DeepSpace CEO".

"Oh my god! It really is him!"

"Wasn't he in New York just four hours ago?!"

"Quick, take a picture!"

Dozens of phones were thrown at them instantly.

on the stage.

Lin Wanwan had just picked up the pick and was about to strum the first chord.

The commotion from the audience abruptly interrupted her actions.

She frowned and looked in the direction the crowd was moving below.

The light was dim, and she couldn't see the face of the person surrounded in the middle.

But she vaguely heard a few words.

"Chen Zhi!"

"Deep Space Technology!"

Lin Wanwan's hand holding the pick suddenly trembled.

She stared intently at the figure wearing a black baseball cap.

too familiar.

Even if they hadn't seen each other for a year, even if that person was wrapped up tightly, Lin Wanwan could recognize him in the first second.

Chen Zhi.

It's really him.

Lin Wanwan's mind went blank.

How did he end up here?

Shouldn't he be in a top hotel in Manhattan, celebrating with Wall Street tycoons and popping champagne?

Shouldn't he be giving an exclusive interview to global media?

Why would it appear in this dilapidated underground theater in Boston?

Lin Wanwan bit her lower lip, her breathing becoming rapid.

That year, she forced herself to stop paying attention to domestic news and forced herself to get used to life without him.

Just hours earlier, she had stood on the streets of Boston, watching the confident man on the big screen.

She couldn't resist and sent the message "Congratulations".

She thought it was just a dignified farewell, or a test before the one-year agreement expired.

But she never expected that Chen Zhi would come and kill her directly.

They flew over overnight.

Chen Zhi is now a business tycoon with a net worth of hundreds of billions.

It is the focus of global media attention.

She was just an international student still in school.

Even though her mentor praised her talent for composing, and even though she learned to live independently.

But in the face of that vast business empire, she still felt terribly insignificant.

The immense sense of disparity in their social status struck her instantly.

run.

This was Lin Wanwan's first reaction.

She wasn't ready to face him.

She decisively stuffed the pick into her pocket and ripped the guitar off her neck.

Without even glancing at the audience, he turned around and started packing his things.

Chen Zhi was jostled about by the crowd, surrounded by screams and questions in various languages.

"Mr. Chen! Can we take a picture together?"

"Chen! Will MossOS open up the European market next?"

Chen Zhi didn't even have time to answer.

He strained to see the stage through the gaps in the crowd.

Then he watched as Lin Wanwan stuffed the guitar into its case, picked up the case, and turned to walk towards the curtain behind the stage.

Ran?

bad thing.

"Excuse me! Could you please move aside?"

Chen Zhi tried to push away the people in front of him, but there were just too many people surrounding him.

Mike finally came to his senses and quickly and dutifully became a security guard on the sidelines.

"Don't push! Step back! Give him some space!"

Not at all.

The frenzied students had completely blocked the front row.

Lin Wanwan's figure was about to disappear behind the curtain.

Chen Zhi became anxious.

If she really runs out of the theater, Boston is so big, where are we going to get her back?

He ripped off his mask and threw it on the ground along with his baseball cap.

The screams around them grew even louder as soon as she appeared.

"It really is Chen Zhi!"

Chen Zhi completely ignored the cameras shoved right in his face.

He stepped directly onto a folding iron chair next to him, using the momentum to support himself on the half-meter-high edge of the stage with one hand.

He flipped and leaped onto the stage.

"Lin Wanwan!"

Chen Zhi shouted at the figure that was about to disappear behind the curtain.

The sound echoed throughout the entire underground theater.

Lin Wanwan suddenly stopped in her tracks.

Her hands had already grasped the edge of the curtain.

Upon hearing that familiar yet unfamiliar voice, her shoulders trembled almost imperceptibly.

But she didn't turn around.

She gritted her teeth, lifted the curtain, and rushed into the dimly lit backstage corridor.