The divorce comeback system arrived right after I was born.

Chen Zhi was standing at his doorstep at that moment.

The husky next to me must have been exhausted from running around. It was lying on the mat, panting heavily with its tongue lolling out, looking like it was about to die.

Chen Zhi raised his hand and knocked on the security door with his knuckles.

"Mom, I'm home, open the door quickly."

It was quiet inside, except for the sound of cooking utensils clattering downstairs, which came up through the ventilation shaft.

Chen Zhi frowned slightly.

He slapped it twice more with greater force.

"Ms. Zhang? Open the door! Your own son is locked out."

Still no one answered.

Chen Zhi had a bad feeling.

He took out his phone and opened the pinned chat window on WeChat.

Fingertips fly across the screen as they type.

[Mom, where are you?]

The other end replied quickly, clearly indicating that their phone was nearby.

I'm going out to play mahjong. Take care of yourself for lunch.

This is followed by an orange transfer bubble.

[WeChat transfer: 100.00 yuan]

Chen Zhi stared at the "100" on the screen, his lips twitching slightly.

He doesn't need that little bit of money.

[Dad took my keys, how am I supposed to get home?]

The message has been sent.

A minute passed.

The dialog box remained completely silent, not even displaying a "typing..." message.

Ms. Zhang Shufang has clearly devoted herself to the great cause of mahjong and has unilaterally blocked information about her own son.

"Absolutely amazing."

Chen Zhi put his phone back in his pocket and sighed deeply at the closed door.

This is what a biological mother is like.

Between mahjong and her son, she chose the former without hesitation.

"What are you doing standing at the door? Aren't you going in?"

A girl's clear voice came from behind.

Chen Zhi turned around.

Lin Wanwan was holding a half-empty bottle of mineral water in her hand, tilting her head to look at him, a few strands of hair sticking to her cheeks, making her look a little silly and cute.

"Can't get in."

Chen Zhi pointed to the gate, his tone utterly dejected.

"Old Chen took my keys, and Ms. Zhang went to play mahjong. Now I'm a homeless orphan."

Lin Wanwan blinked, as if she had heard a funny joke.

Why are you always so forgetful?

She sighed and reached into her pocket.

A string of keys with a pink rabbit charm appeared in her palm.

Chen Zhi hadn't realized what she was going to do yet.

The girl stepped forward, skillfully picked out one of the keys, inserted it into the lock, and gently turned it.

Click.

A crisp mechanical meshing sound rang out.

The security door opened immediately.

Chen Zhi froze on the spot, as if he had been struck by lightning.

He glanced at the open door, then at Lin Wanwan pulling out the key, and his mind went blank for a moment.

"???"

"Where did you get my house key?"

Lin Wanwan twirled the key on her finger, and the pink rabbit pendant fluttered up and down with her movement.

"Your mother gave it to you."

Her answer was perfectly natural.

Chen Zhi felt that his values ​​were being restructured.

"no……"

He pointed to himself, then to the door.

"My dad lost his keys today and took mine to get them made. He'd rather his own son be unable to go home than take yours?"

What kind of family status is this?

In this family, who is the outsider?

If he had only suspected it before, Chen Zhi is now basically certain.

He was most likely a free gift with a phone top-up.

Or perhaps Ms. Zhang Shufang picked them up casually when she went to the market to buy scallions.

Lin Wanwan is their long-lost biological daughter.

A surge of inexplicable grief and indignation welled up in my heart.

Chen Zhi stretched out his hand, palm facing up.

"Give me the key, I don't have any keys anymore."

Lin Wanwan looked at the hand extended in front of her, her eyes darting around.

The girl suddenly put the hand holding the key behind her back and made a face at Chen Zhi.

"No, not given."

After saying that, she darted like a nimble deer, slipping under Chen Zhi's arm before he could react, and dashed into the house.

Chen Zhiqi laughed and followed him inside.

The house was just as it had been when I left in the morning.

The room that originally belonged to him had now been occupied by someone else.

Lin Wanwan changed into her pink slippers with practiced ease.

This was specially bought for her by Zhang Shufang; it's even softer than Chen Zhi's slippers.

She tossed herself onto the soft sofa in the living room and let out a comfortable sigh.

"It feels so good to lie down after a walk."

Chen Zhishun closed the door behind him, shutting out Xiaobai, who was peeking in and trying to follow him in.

"Woof!"

Xiao Bai's protesting cries came from outside the door.

"Don't call me, go home and eat your meal."

Chen Zhi called out through the door, then turned to look at the girl sprawled on the sofa.

She hugged the cushion without any regard for her image, swinging her legs back and forth, while tightly clutching the bunch of keys in her hand.

"Give it to me."

Chen Zhi walked to the sofa and looked down at her.

"No."

Lin Wanwan shook her head vigorously, cautiously stuffing the key into her bosom.

"This was given to me by your aunt, who said it's for me to come and supervise your studies anytime."

Chen Zhi: "..."

"I can't get in the door now."

Chen Zhi tried to reason with him.

"Then you can call me every time you come back."

Lin Wanwan peeked half her face out from behind the cushion, smiling like a little fox.

"I'll be there whenever you call, and I'll open the door for you."

"Thank you."

Chen Zhi rolled his eyes and plopped down on the sofa next to him.

My stomach promptly let out a "gurgle" in protest.

After running around all morning and wasting half a day talking to that idiot talent scout in the park, I'm starving by now.

Chen Zhi glanced at the time on his phone.

12:30.

"Are you hungry?" he asked.

Lin Wanwan touched her belly and nodded honestly.

I'm hungry.

"What would you like to eat? Ms. Zhang has sponsored a huge sum of one hundred yuan."

Chen Zhi waved his phone.

Lin Wanwan immediately perked up and jumped up from the sofa.

"I want to eat at Pizza Hut! I want that Super Supreme Pizza!"

"Pizza Hut is too far away. It takes half an hour to get there by taxi. By the time you get there, I'll be starving."

Chen Zhi ruthlessly rejected her proposal.

"What about KFC?"

"It's all fried food; it'll give you pimples."

"So, what do you want to eat?"

Lin Wanwan puffed out her cheeks in dissatisfaction, grabbed a cushion, and threw it at Chen Zhi.

"We have noodles, two eggs, and a few tomatoes at home."

He glanced in the direction of the kitchen.

"Shall I cook you a bowl of noodles?"

Lin Wanwan's eyes lit up instantly.

Although the fancy meals outside were tempting, Chen Zhi's noodles held a special appeal for her.

Chen Zhi was usually incredibly lazy; he would lie down rather than sit, and he expected to be waited on hand and foot.

But his cooking skills were surprisingly good.

Especially that seemingly ordinary bowl of plain noodles, with its chewy noodles, bright broth, and a spoonful of piping hot scallion oil, was incredibly fragrant.

"I want fried eggs! Two!"

Lin Wanwan held up two fingers, pushing her luck with her demands.

"And add ham sausage!"

"So much trouble."

Chen Zhi complained, but his body betrayed him as he stood up and slowly strolled into the kitchen.

Soon, the sounds of water washing vegetables and crackling eggs could be heard from the kitchen.