The divorce comeback system arrived right after I was born.

The wind on the overpass made Lin Wanwan sneeze.

Chen Zhi took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders.

"Let's go, I'll take you home."

Lin Wanwan, wrapped in a coat still warm from Chen Zhi's body, followed him down the overpass.

The hotel Su Man booked was not far from here; it was a five-star hotel. When the two of them walked downstairs, Lin Wanwan stopped.

She lowered her head and shuffled her toes on the ground twice.

"Um..." Lin Wanwan looked up, her eyes darting around, avoiding Chen Zhi's gaze. "The suite that Sister Su Man booked for me is too big. It's on the top floor, and when the wind blows at night, the floor-to-ceiling windows make a buzzing noise."

Chen Zhi raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to continue.

"I live alone and I'm a little afraid of the dark," Lin Wanwan blurted out.

Chen Zhi saw through it but didn't say anything.

"Okay." Chen Zhi nodded, his tone serious. "Then I'll make do on the sofa in the living room for the night to give you some courage."

Lin Wanwan's eyes lit up, and she quickly grabbed his arm and walked towards the lobby.

The elevator goes directly to the top floor.

"Beep—" The room card opened the door.

As soon as the door closed, Lin Wanwan relaxed completely.

She didn't even change out of her slippers; she kicked off her leather shoes and stepped barefoot onto the thick carpet.

Just as Chen Zhigang turned around to close the door, a dark figure pounced on him from behind.

Lin Wanwan wrapped her legs around Chen Zhi's waist, put her arms around his neck, and rested her chin on his shoulder.

"I'm exhausted!" Lin Wanwan shouted.

Chen Zhi stumbled forward half a step when she lunged at him, and quickly reached out to support her thigh to prevent her from slipping.

"Lin, you big star, are you underreporting your weight?" Chen Zhi jerked her around. "It must be over 120 pounds, right?"

"You're only 120!" Lin Wanwan was so angry that she opened her mouth and bit his neck, not hard, just with saliva.

Chen Zhi carried the large ornament all the way to the living room and threw her directly into the large leather sofa.

Lin Wanwan bounced twice on the sofa, rolled over, and reached for the TV remote on the coffee table.

Chen Zhi, quick-witted and agile, grabbed the remote control first, turned on the TV, and switched directly to the agricultural channel.

The screen is showing a video of a sow's postpartum care.

"Change the channel! I want to watch that comedy show!" Lin Wanwan lunged forward to grab it.

"Why watch variety shows? Learn more about agriculture. You can raise pigs after you retire from the entertainment industry." Chen Zhi raised the remote control high.

"You'd be the one raising pigs!"

Lin Wanwan knelt directly on the sofa and reached for the remote control in Chen Zhi's hand.

Chen Zhi leaned back against the sofa. Lin Wanwan lost her balance and fell directly onto him.

The two rolled around on the large sofa.

Lin Wanwan tried to snatch the remote control from Chen Zhi's hand using both hands and feet. However, the difference in physical strength between men and women was too great, and Chen Zhi easily flipped her over with one hand, pinning her down.

Chen Zhi used his left hand to press Lin Wanwan's wrists onto the sofa cushion above her head, and his two long legs pressed down on her kicking knees.

"Are you still going to rob me or not?" Chen Zhi looked down at her, his smile utterly irritating.

Lin Wanwan couldn't break free; her hands were locked and her legs were immobilized.

She glared at Chen Zhi, panting, her cheeks flushed from their playful fight.

"Chen Zhi, let me go!"

"Call me 'brother' and let me hear it."

Lin Wanwan panicked, leaned forward, and bit Chen Zhi's shoulder through his shirt.

"Hiss—" Chen Zhi gasped, "Are you a dog?"

Lin Wanwan opened her mouth, looked at the faint teeth marks left on her shirt, and snorted smugly.

"Now you know how powerful I am, right? Give me the remote control!"

Chen Zhi reluctantly let go and tossed the remote control into her arms.

Lin Wanwan rubbed her wrists, sat cross-legged on the sofa, and switched the channel to a popular comedy variety show.

The television broadcast the guests' exaggerated laughter and funny sound effects.

After making a ruckus for a while, Lin Wanwan was completely exhausted.

She moved closer to Chen Zhi, tilted her head, and naturally nestled into his arms.

Chen Zhi adjusted his posture to make her more comfortable, and put one hand on her shoulder.

Only one warm yellow floor lamp was turned on in the suite.

The light and shadow from the television flickered on their faces.

Lin Wanwan leaned back quietly, her eyes fixed on the TV screen, but her mind was clearly not on the program.

She pulled Chen Zhi's left hand, which was resting on his lap, and placed it in her palm.

She traced lines on Chen Zhi's palm, playing with each of his fingers one by one.

"Chen Zhi," Lin Wanwan suddenly spoke, her voice very soft.

"Um."

"Actually, being a celebrity is not fun at all."

Lin Wanwan closed Chen Zhi's fingers together and then opened them again, her tone revealing a hint of weariness.

"Every day I have to rush to various events, and I have to smile so hard in front of the camera that my face is stiff. Even eating hot pot feels like I'm doing something wrong, because I'm afraid of being recognized."

She paused for a moment, then nuzzled her head against Chen Zhi's chest.

"I wish it could stay like this forever."

"What?"

"I don't want to be a star or win any championships," Lin Wanwan said in a muffled voice. "Every day we just argue, go grocery shopping, and come home at night to snuggle on the sofa to watch TV and eat hot pot."

Chen Zhi listened to her rambling.

To outsiders, Lin Wanwan is a rising star in the Chinese music scene, a powerful singer who won the "Singer" championship, ambitious and radiant.

But only Chen Zhi understood that deep down, this girl was still the childhood sweetheart who always followed him around.

Chen Zhi took Lin Wanwan's hand in return.

He lowered his head and smelled the faint scent of shampoo on her hair.

"Lin Wanwan." Chen Zhi's tone became unusually serious.

"Um?"

"If you want to sing, sing to the highest point." Chen Zhi's voice was exceptionally clear in the quiet living room. "Go win all the awards and let everyone hear your songs."

Lin Wanwan looked up at him.

"What if I get tired of singing?"

"If I ever get tired of singing and don't want to be a star anymore, I'll retire from the entertainment industry anytime."

Chen Zhi looked into her eyes and said, word by word.

"My place will always be an airport you can land at any time."

She sniffed, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Chen Zhi, why are you talking so well today...?"

Lin Wanwan turned around, hugged Chen Zhi's waist tightly with both hands, and buried her face in his chest.

Chen Zhi gently patted her back, letting her hug him.

After a while, Lin Wanwan's emotions gradually calmed down.

She lifted her head from Chen Zhi's embrace, her eyes still streaked with tears, but the temperature of her cheeks was rising rapidly.

She looked at Chen Zhi's lips, her breathing becoming somewhat rapid.

The atmosphere subtly shifted at that moment.

Lin Wanwan bit her lower lip and suddenly straightened up.

She straddled Chen Zhi's waist with one leg and sat directly on his lap.

The posture was extremely ambiguous. Chen Zhi was stunned for a moment, and his hands subconsciously went to support her waist.

"What are you doing?" Chen Zhi's throat was a little dry.

Lin Wanwan wrapped her arms around Chen Zhi's neck, her eyes gleaming with a clumsy yet unmistakable allure.

"Chen Zhi".

"Um."

"The reward we didn't finish giving you at the hotel in Changsha," Lin Wanwan whispered, "I'll give it to you now."

After saying that, she closed her eyes, lowered her head, and kissed Chen Zhi's lips.

In this absolutely private suite, Lin Wanwan poured all her affection and possessiveness into this kiss.

Chen Zhi's rationality completely collapsed at this moment.

He tightened his grip on Lin Wanwan's waist, taking the initiative and deepening the kiss.

The temperature inside the room rose sharply.

Lin Wanwan's breathing became erratic, and one of her hands slid down Chen Zhi's neck, clumsily trying to unbutton the top button of his shirt.