Third Master, please restrain yourself. Our marriage is a marriage of convenience.

Shen Feng, who was driving, secretly glanced at the two people in the back seat.

You know what, they actually make a pretty good match.

Shen Huaiyu thought for a moment and said, "Aunt Wang is a bit too enthusiastic, so don't feel pressured."

Pei Jinhe chuckled softly, "Aunt Wang is doing well."

He was just too focused on bringing her and Shen Huaiyu together.

This must have been Madam Shen's intention.

As elderly people get older, they just want to see their children's families living in harmony.

However, she and Shen Huaiyu were destined never to fulfill the old man's wish.

Upon arriving at the school gate, Pei Jinhe immediately spotted the familiar Maybach. The rear window was half-lowered, revealing most of the man's face.

Pei Jinhe has never seen Zhou Yuanche since the breakup.

Whether Zhou Yuanche came to the school gate for the chip or to find her, she didn't want to see him.

Pei Jinhe's fingers tightened around her backpack as she carefully asked, "Could you walk me inside?"

Shen Huaiyu turned his head to look at him, his phoenix eyes as black as ink: "What's wrong?"

Pei Jinhe told the truth: "I don't want to see my ex-boyfriend."

Shen Huaiyu followed Pei Jinhe's gaze and saw Zhou Yuanche sticking his head out of the car window.

The man was handsome with smooth, well-defined facial features and an upward curve at the corners of his lips, exuding a carefree and unrestrained air.

Shen Huaiyu narrowed his eyes, a hint of coldness in his dark pupils: "Shen Feng, drive the car in."

Ex-boyfriends are such an eyesore.

His voice was very calm, with an almost eerie tranquility that made Shen Feng's heart pound.

Is Third Master angry?

"Yes." Shen Feng obediently turned the steering wheel and drove the car in.

Across the street, Guo Tianhao, in the driver's seat, rolled down his window to light a cigarette. Just as he lit it, he caught a glimpse of the extremely conspicuous license plate.

He pointed at the license plate and exclaimed, "Brother Che, that's Master Shen's car!"

Zhou Yuanche looked up and saw the black Bentley with its sleek and sharp lines, and the license plate number was Beijing A followed by a string of 5s.

This license plate isn't something you can just get with money; it's a symbol of power and wealth.

Even the Bentley he drives is a custom-made car, with a base price of at least 100 million.

Looking across the entire capital, only the third master of the Shen family has such abundant wealth.

Seeing the car enter the school, Zhou Yuanche asked suspiciously, "What's Third Master Shen doing here?"

"Could it be that he also wants to cooperate with Dean He? After all, the Shen Group is also involved in the field of artificial intelligence."

At this point, Guo Tianhao suddenly felt a sense of crisis: "Brother Che, if Dean He really agrees to cooperate with Master Shen, then how will the Zhou family ever have a chance to rise again?"

Zhou Yuanche's expression also changed.

The Shen family is a century-old family in Kyoto, and their connections and status are far superior to those of the Zhou family.

Nowadays, the scientific research field is already highly competitive, with far more applicants than available positions. If the Shen family receives support from the Science and Technology Research Institute, wouldn't they become the dominant force in the field?

He also hoped that the A-chip would allow the Zhou family to enter the top circles of Kyoto.

A chip.

Yes, he still has the A chip.

That was developed by He Bing's last disciple. Although he had never appeared in public, He Bing had praised this disciple more than once.

His A-chip was praised by everyone in the R&D department.

What he needs to do now is to seize the initiative.

The most important thing is to quickly understand the A-chip and produce the intelligent butler robot.

Zhou Yuanche said with an air of confidence, "It's alright, we still have the A-chip. As long as Dean He's close disciple agrees to help us, the Shen family may not be able to beat us."

He glanced at the door again and said to Guo Tianhao, "Let's go back."

Guo Tianhao looked away and stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray: "But we haven't seen Dean He yet."

Zhou Yuanche rolled up the car window and lowered his eyes: "Let's come again next time."

Was it a chance encounter with Dean He, or a chance meeting with Pei Jinhe?

Only he himself knows the truth.

Before getting out of the car, Pei Jinhe racked her brains for a long time before finally saying a very polite thing: "I'll go in first, drive carefully."

Although she and Shen Huaiyu were husband and wife, they were not really close, and she couldn't say tender and affectionate words like a wife would to her husband.

Shen Huaiyu nodded, his tone flat: "I understand."

Before getting out of the car, Pei Jinhe looked around suspiciously, like a thief, and after making sure no one was around, she quickly opened the car door and got out. Then, carrying her bag, she walked towards the laboratory building.

Shen Huaiyu watched the girl's receding figure through the car window.

The morning sunlight shone on her, giving her smooth hair a fluffy golden edge. Her hair swayed gently in the breeze, exuding a hazy, dreamlike quality.

Shen Huaiyu's deep black eyes darkened and deepened, as if something was breaking through the soil in his heart.

Only after the girl's figure disappeared into the laboratory building did he turn his gaze away: "What time was your appointment with Dean He?"

Shen Feng turned the steering wheel and made the car turn around: "Five o'clock in the afternoon."

Shen Huaiyu leaned back lazily in his chair: "Let's go back to the company first."

...

Pei Jinhe walked into the laboratory and saw that all four of them were beaming with smiles, as happy as if they had won the lottery.

She placed her backpack on an empty chair beside her: "What's got you so happy?"

Song Mingchuan grinned foolishly, showing his big teeth, and said, "Someone donated 200 million to our lab, so we don't have to worry about funding anymore."

"Who donated it?" Pei Jinhe was also quite shocked, looking at Han Wanying, "Yingying, it couldn't be your dad again, could it?"

Han Wanying shook her head: "No, I haven't told my dad about this."

"Who is that?" Pei Jinhe asked curiously.

Who is so generous?

He donated 200 million yuan at once.

Just two days ago, they were still worried about funding for their research.

This money has now solved their immediate problem.

Wei Chenghang said, "I don't know, it was an anonymous donation."

Chu Yunyan joked, "No matter who it is, anyone who donates money to our lab is a good person."

The five of them changed their clothes and walked into the laboratory, chatting and laughing.

Everyone was busy with their own tasks, and the whole morning was spent working on them.

During lunch, He Bing announced something: "Our lab is going to collaborate with a group to jointly develop intelligent medical robots, so you won't have to worry about funding anymore."

"Which group?" Song Mingchuan asked, shoveling rice into his mouth.

"I'll take you to the party and you'll see."

He Bing didn't intend to say much more to them. After announcing the good news and instructing them to suspend their research in the afternoon, he took them to meet the group's head and then left.

Han Wanying, holding a plastic container of rice, muttered, "What kind of corporation is it? The teacher is being so mysterious about it."

Pei Jinhe raised an eyebrow: "Whatever kind of corporation it is, what we need to do is to develop the intelligent medical robot as soon as possible."

The partners were personally selected by the master, so they can't be too bad.

Just after lunch, an uninvited guest arrived at the Shen family's old residence.