The divorce comeback system arrived right after I was born.

Chen Zhi rode the colorful ghost fire bicycle to the nearest wholesale market.

"Boss, get me the trendiest outfit," Chen Zhi shouted as he entered the room.

Half an hour later.

Chen Zhi stood in front of the dressing mirror, looking at himself in the mirror, and fell into deep thought.

He wore a tight-fitting black polo shirt with the collar popped up and a huge golden tiger head logo on the chest. He wore tight-fitting skinny jeans with the cuffs ending five centimeters above his ankles.

She was wearing a pair of black loafers.

Chen Zhi bent down and meticulously flattened the heel of his shoe, revealing a section of his fair ankle.

He wasn't wearing socks.

Wearing loafers and socks is an insult to a person of society.

"Tsk." Chen Zhi turned around in front of the mirror, feeling that something was still missing.

The clothes are in place, but this face is too handsome; he doesn't have the vibe of a spirited young man at all.

"Pei Ningxue, you wicked woman, I've risked my reputation for this lifetime for you."

Chen Zhi gritted his teeth, turned around, and walked into the barbershop next door.

"Tony, give me the most edgy hairstyle ever." Chen Zhi sat down, pointed to his head, and said, "The kind that no one would dare mess with on the street, the kind that screams 'gangster boss.'"

The barber, a young man with an earring, immediately brightened up upon hearing this: "Brother, you know your stuff! I'll get it done for you right away!"

The clipper was buzzing.

Twenty minutes later, the airplane-shaped nose appeared out of nowhere. The sides were shaved off, and the middle was left long.

Chen Zhi looked at himself in the mirror, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

This is just right.

But this is not enough.

He pulled out an eyebrow pencil he had just bought at the two-dollar store from his pocket.

Looking in the mirror, he drew a shrimp-like line down the middle of his neck.

Then, a black line was drawn vertically in the middle of the forehead, and two red dots were added on either side.

Open the Heavenly Eye!

Chen Zhi put down his eyebrow pencil, looked at the energetic young man in the mirror, and nodded in satisfaction.

Now please call me a well-known figure.

Stepping out of the barbershop, Chen Zhi hopped onto the flashy, gaudy motorcycle and immediately took out his phone to send a WeChat message to Pei Ningxue.

This final step requires checking the safety margin. We don't want to actually upset the old man to the point of causing serious harm; that would be manslaughter.

Chen Zhi: [Does your husband have any underlying medical conditions such as heart disease or high blood pressure?]

After sending the message, Chen Zhi laughed at himself.

He got into character so quickly that he even blurted out the word "Old Deng" without thinking.

Pei Ningxue replied quickly: "No, I'm in excellent health. My annual checkups show I'm healthier than most young people. What's wrong?"

Chen Zhi breathed a sigh of relief and typed rapidly: 【Then I'm relieved.】

"So, I'll use my full strength then?"

Pei Ningxue sent a "Please begin your performance" emoji: [Go all out, don't hold back.]

Chen Zhi put away his phone, put on the helmet with the "Everyone's a Villain" sticker, and a resolute glint flashed in his eyes.

Damn it, Pei Ningxue, I don't know how you're going to repay this favor to me.

……

Half an hour later.

A well-known affluent area in Jiangcheng.

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat—"

The security guard in the booth was drinking tea from a thermos when he heard the noise. His hand trembled, and the scalding tea spilled all over his crotch.

"Holy crap! Where did this idiot come from?"

The security guard rushed out, cursing, and then saw a brightly colored motorcycle parked in front of the railing. On the motorcycle sat a young man wearing a tight-fitting shirt, loafers, and sporting a pompadour hairstyle.

The large stereo on the vehicle was blasting a corny DJ track: "Come draw a dragon with me..."

The security guard rubbed his eyes, thinking he was seeing things.

"What are you doing?!" the security guard roared, his face dark. "This is a private residential area. Unauthorized vehicles are prohibited! Get out of here, get out of here!"

Chen Zhi shook his head, and the airplane-shaped nose jiggled twice.

He glanced sideways at the security guard, one leg trembling like a leaf, chewing gum, and said in an arrogant tone, "Do you know who I am? Dare to stop my car? Believe me or not, I'll fire you!"

The security guard was taken aback.

He worked in this upscale neighborhood for five or six years, and he saw people driving Rolls-Royces, Ferraris, and all sorts of arrogant and domineering rich kids.

But this is the first time I've ever seen someone so arrogant, driving a ghost fire and drawing a third eye on their face.

The security guard was momentarily unsure, then softened his tone slightly: "No matter who you are, you can't enter without the resident's permission or a key card. That's the rule."

"Rules?" Chen Zhi sneered, pulling out his phone from his pocket. "Fine, you just wait."

He dialed Pei Ningxue's number directly.

"Hey, come out and greet us. Your security guard doesn't know his place; he's blocking us from coming in."

Two minutes later.

Wearing casual clothes, Pei Ningxue, with a cool and aloof demeanor, appeared at the entrance of the residential compound.

She originally wanted to see what tricks Chen Zhi could pull off.

But when her gaze fell on the energetic young man shaking his leg outside the railing, Pei Ningxue said she was already devastated.

She stood there, stunned, for a full five seconds.

Skinny jeans, loafers, pompadour hairstyle, and he even has third eye?

Pei Ningxue felt a little regretful.

She wanted Chen Zhi to cause trouble and disgust her father, but she didn't expect him to disgust her too!

"Miss Pei?" The security guard saluted upon seeing Pei Ningxue. "Is this...your friend?"

Pei Ningxue took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to cover her face and run away, and nodded: "Let him in."

The railing slowly rose.

Chen Zhi whistled at the security guard and twisted the accelerator.

"boom--"

The will-o'-the-wisp roared, carrying its gaudy colored lights and a social dance background music track, as it charged into this villa district where every inch of land was precious.

"The world is dazzling and tempting, but if you don't have the ability, don't try to show off!"

The shouting from the loudspeaker echoed through the neighborhood.

The wealthy woman walking her dog by the roadside was so frightened that she dropped the leash, and the teddy bear in her arms was so scared that it burrowed into the bushes.

Several elderly women who were strolling in the garden stared in disbelief at the speeding vehicle.

"That...that must be Old Pei's daughter, right?"

"It seems... that girl sitting in the back is Ningxue, right?"

"Good heavens! How could the Pei family's daughter have married... someone like this?"

"This child usually seems quite well-behaved, how come he has such unusual tastes?"

Pei Ningxue sat on the back of the ghost fire, clutching the hem of Chen Zhi's tight polo shirt tightly, her head buried low, wishing she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

In her entire life, she had never felt that this road was so long.

"Chen Zhi! Turn off the music!" Pei Ningxue shouted through gritted teeth in his ear.

"What's the big deal? This is what you call prestige!" Chen Zhi shouted without turning his head. "This is the background music I specially prepared for your entrance, isn't it powerful enough?"

"You big idiot!" Pei Ningxue felt like she had been dead for a while.

From then on, no one in the neighborhood dared to be too strict with their daughter.

……

Pei Family Villa.

The living room was brightly lit.

Pei Ningxue's father, Pei Dongcheng, was sitting on the sofa, looking stern.

Sitting next to him was Pei Ningxue's stepmother, Liu Yi.

"Old Pei, don't be too angry," Liu Yi advised. "Xiaoxue is just going through a rebellious phase; it's normal that she doesn't want to go to the party. I heard her boyfriend is this year's top scorer in the province? That's quite a talent; we should treat him well."

Pei Dongcheng snorted and put down his teacup: "So what if he's the top scholar? But if Xiaoxue likes him, there's no harm in meeting him. As long as the child is polite and knows his place, I'm not the kind of parent who's not open-minded."

Pei Dongcheng actually knew what was going on.

He had met Chen Zhi before.

He's the top student in the province, so his intelligence is definitely not an issue. As long as his character is decent, with a little training, he could easily become a son-in-law who marries into the family and help manage the company.

Just then, a screeching sound came from outside the door, followed by a string of incredibly cheesy music.

Pei Dongcheng frowned: "What was that sound?"

The door was pushed open.

Pei Ningxue walked in.

Behind her followed a...

Pei Dongcheng's hand, holding the teacup, froze in mid-air.

A boy wearing a black bodysuit, sporting a pompadour hairstyle, and with an eye painted on his forehead strode in with an extremely arrogant gait.

His walking posture is strange.

The upper body remains still, the shoulders sway from side to side with the steps, and the head must follow the rhythm, nodding slightly.

Chen Zhi walked into the living room, his gaze sweeping across the lavishly decorated hall before finally settling on Pei Dongcheng, who was sitting in the main seat.

He stopped, shook his head twice, and then exaggeratedly shook his legs twice.

Pei Dongcheng's eyes widened.

Is this the top scorer in the entire province?

Which mental hospital did this guy escape from?

Just as Pei Dongcheng was about to explode, Chen Zhi spoke up.

He slightly raised his chin and called out to the chairman, whose net worth was in the billions:

"Hey, old man!"

"Is it safe for me to park my will-o'-the-wisp in front of your house? Don't scratch it, it's borrowed from a brother, you'll have to pay for it if you scratch it."

"puff--"

Liu Yi, who was standing next to him, spat out a mouthful of tea.

Pei Dongcheng's face instantly changed from white to red, then from red to purple, and finally turned ashen.

His eyes turned green.

"Who...who are you?!" Pei Dongcheng suddenly stood up, his finger trembling as he pointed at Chen Zhi, trembling with anger.

Chen Zhi was not afraid at all. Instead, he took out a cheap plastic comb from his pocket and combed his pompadour in front of everyone.

"I will not change my name or surname."

Chen Zhi put the comb back in his pocket, crossed his legs, and gave a wicked smile:

"Chen Hansheng".

"What's wrong, Old Deng? Judging from your expression, you're not too happy with my son-in-law?"