The divorce comeback system arrived right after I was born.

Lin Wanwan cried uncontrollably, her tears falling onto the chest of Chen Zhi's black cashmere coat, leaving a small dark stain.

"You said you couldn't come...you're lying..."

"A surprise is nothing if you tell people about it."

Chen Zhi reached out and ruffled her hair, the gesture so natural it seemed unnatural.

Dozens of people backstage watched this scene, and even their breathing became lighter.

Taylor stood to the side, arms crossed, a look of schadenfreude on her face, and muttered to Jeffrey in English, "I told you, it's a love story."

Jeff replied expressionlessly, "A very expensive love story."

Director Wang stood three steps away, feeling that his professional career was somewhat over.

He's filmed hundreds of variety shows in his life; what kind of storms hasn't he weathered?

But at that moment, he only had one thought in his mind: What did I just say?

"They got elected through fan votes."

"There's a difference in singing ability."

"It's not appropriate to mentor a newcomer."

These words were spoken to the girlfriend of the "president's assistant" in front of them.

And this "presidential assistant" brought Taylor Swift with her.

They came in with an astronomical investment.

Director Wang really wanted to slap himself twice right then and there.

Old Zhou was already frantically giving him meaningful glances, the meaning of which was very simple: quickly apologize.

"Um, Mr. Chen."

Director Wang forced out a smile that looked more like a grimace.

Chen Zhi didn't look at him.

He bent down and wiped away Lin Wanwan's tears, then took out a pack of tissues from his pocket and handed it to her.

"Why are you crying? Your makeup is ruined."

"I didn't wear makeup!" Lin Wanwan sobbed as she raised her head, her nose red. "The makeup artist from the show just applied some foundation and ran off; they never came back."

Upon hearing this, Director Wang's face turned even paler.

Chen Zhi didn't reply, but glanced at Director Wang.

That glance didn't convey any particular emotion, but Director Wang felt the sweat on his back instantly pour down.

Taylor spoke first.

She walked up to Lin Wanwan, bent down, and took a closer look at the girl with red eyes.

"You're even prettier in person."

Taylor's tone was very sincere.

She had seen too many young singers who relied on photo editing and filters to survive, but the girl in front of her, with a bare face and not even fully made up, had truly beautiful and clean features.

Lin Wanwan understood, paused for a moment, and then reflexively replied in English.

"Thank you...I'm your biggest fan..."

Halfway through his speech, his throat tightened, and the string of English fan messages he had prepared for ten years got stuck in his throat and he couldn't get them out.

Taylor smiled and extended her hand.

Lin Wanwan held it in a daze, her hands trembling.

This feeling is so surreal.

When she was twelve, she bought an original Taylor Swift album, stuck the poster on her bedroom ceiling, and made a wish every night before going to sleep, saying that she wanted to be a singer and stand on the biggest stage.

Six years have passed.

She stood backstage at the "Singer" finale, holding her idol's hand.

"Alright, alright, stop crying. If you cry any more, your eyes will be swollen, how will you go on stage tonight?" Chen Zhi stuffed a tissue into her hand.

Lin Wanwan turned to look at him, and tears welled up in her eyes again.

"How did you even do that...?"

"As long as you have money, that's all that matters."

Chen Zhi spoke casually.

Lin Wanwan burst into laughter through her tears and slapped his arm: "Can't you be serious for even a second!"

Su Man finally came to her senses.

She leaned against the dressing table next to her, took a deep breath, exhaled, and then took another breath.

Taylor Swift.

It really is Taylor Swift.

The living people standing in front of her artist.

It was the person Chen Zhi mentioned on the phone that he wanted to invite.

Su Man's brain was working at lightning speed—

A college freshman invited the world's most popular female singer to be a guest performer on his girlfriend's variety show.

This amount of money is at least...

She dared not calculate any further.

"Mr. Chen."

Director Wang finally mustered the courage to speak again, his voice much lower than before.

"What I said just now was a slip of the tongue. Our production team has always had high hopes for Lin Wanwan. She has made great progress since the audition and is a big surprise for our program."

"Director Wang." Chen Zhi turned around.

"Yes, yes, you said."

"The matter of choral pairings is no longer up for discussion."

Chen Zhi spoke as if he were chatting, without a trace of anger.

"Ms. Taylor and Lin Wanwan sang a duet, and it was clearly stated in the contract."

Director Wang opened his mouth.

He glanced at Zhou Chengyu's direction instinctively.

Zhou Chengyu stood in front of the makeup mirror, his hands in his suit pockets, his expression having changed from initial disdain to stiffness.

His agent next to him was frantically making phone calls, his voice very low, but a few words could be vaguely heard: "Huayu," "Change the plan," "Immediately," "Taylor has been intercepted."

Director Wang swallowed hard.

It will definitely be difficult to explain to Huayu.

But the person in front of me...

He glanced again at the Rolls-Royce Phantom parked downstairs behind Chen Zhi, and then at the two tall, burly American bodyguards beside Taylor.

The size of the investors is immediately apparent.

"No problem!" Director Wang decisively took the lead. "Ms. Taylor and Lin Wanwan's duet is definitely the biggest highlight of this season! I'll have the production team adjust the choreography immediately!"

He turned and yelled at the assistant director, "Xiao Liu! Rearrange the order of appearance! Move Lin Wanwan to last! The grand finale!"

Holding the walkie-talkie, Xiao Liu looked at Director Wang with a bewildered expression, then at Zhou Chengyu, and hesitated for a moment.

"Didn't you hear me? I said it's the grand finale!"

Xiao Liu shuddered and quickly ran away.

Zhou Chengyu's agent hung up the phone, strode over to Director Wang, his face ashen.

"Director Wang, you said Cheng Yu would be the grand finale."

"That was the plan beforehand," Director Wang chuckled. "But the situation has changed. Ms. Taylor is coming from afar, so we need to show the courtesy expected of a great nation, right? An international superstar as the finale will double the ratings, and everyone will benefit."

Before the agent could say anything more, Lao Zhou pulled him from behind.

Old Zhou leaned close to the agent's ear and whispered something.

The agent's face went from ashen to deathly pale.

He glanced at Chen Zhi, swallowed hard, and without saying a word, turned and left.

Zhou Chengyu didn't move at all.

He stood in front of the large mirror, looking at the young man reflected in it.

Wearing a black cashmere coat, she stood next to the world's most popular female singer, and on the other side, she was arm in arm with an incredibly beautiful Chinese girl.

The three of them were chatting and laughing, and the scene was so harmonious that it looked like a fashion magazine shoot.

Zhou Chengyu clenched his fist in his pocket, then relaxed it.

The backend has returned to normal operation.

The directing team began to readjust the process, the lighting team was called in to re-connect with Taylor's stage, and the security plan was also updated urgently.

Chen Zhi pulled Lin Wanwan aside and whispered instructions.

"Just keep tonight's events in mind. Perform normally on stage. Taylor's team has already decided on the chorus pieces for her. Go and go over them with her later."

"What song?"

"She wrote it for you."

Lin Wanwan was stunned again.

"Written...for me?"

"Yes, the AI ​​at your boyfriend's company helped a bit, but she personally revised the melody and lyrics."

Chen Zhi paused.

You deserve the best stage.

Lin Wanwan bit her lip, trying her best to hold back her tears.

She took a deep breath and nodded vigorously.

"Don't worry, I won't let you down."

When have you ever disappointed me?

Chen Zhi patted her on the shoulder, gesturing for her to go find Taylor to coordinate the music.

Lin Wanwan took two steps, then turned back.

"Chen Zhi!"

"Um?"

"Don't leave tonight, wait for me backstage, okay? I want to see you first thing after my performance."

Chen Zhi chuckled: "It's not like kindergarten kids are putting on a show, is it really necessary?"

Lin Wanwan ignored him and stared intently at him.

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

Lin Wanwan then laughed and ran away, her ponytail swinging behind her.

Su Man walked up to Chen Zhi's side without anyone noticing.

She stood there, her lips moving several times before she finally managed to squeeze out a sentence.

"Chen Zhi, what exactly... do you do?"

"I already said, President's Assistant."

Su Man stared at him for two seconds.

"Could a CEO's assistant really get Taylor Swift to help him?"

Chen Zhi didn't answer, but smiled at her.

Su Man took a deep breath.

"Forget it, I won't ask anymore." She tossed her hair. "No matter who you are, I, Su Man, owe you a huge favor for what happened today."

"No need to owe her anything." Chen Zhi stopped smiling and watched Lin Wanwan run off to find Taylor. "She's my girlfriend, as long as she's happy."