The divorce comeback system arrived right after I was born.

The morning sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting streaks of light and shadow on the white sheets of the hospital bed.

Chen Zhi was awakened by the pain.

The anesthesia had completely worn off. With three broken ribs and his left leg in a heavy cast, suspended high in the air, even a slight breath sent a tearing, stabbing pain through his chest.

He stared at the stark white ceiling of the ward and gasped.

The door to the ward was pushed open.

Pei Ningxue walked in carrying a stainless steel insulated bucket. She had changed into a clean light gray casual outfit, her hair was casually tied back, and the dark circles under her eyes were very obvious, clearly indicating that she hadn't slept well at all last night.

Seeing that Chen Zhi had his eyes open, Pei Ningxue paused for a moment, then walked to the bedside and placed the thermos heavily on the bedside table.

With a "bang".

Chen Zhi shuddered in pain: "You murdered your husband!"

"If you say another word, I'll dump this whole bucket of porridge on your head." Pei Ningxue pulled out a chair and sat down, her pretty face frosty.

Chen Zhi shut up.

At this point, stroking the fur in the right direction is the best approach.

Pei Ningxue unscrewed the lid of the thermos, and steam rose from the congee with preserved egg and lean pork. She took out a small bowl, filled it halfway, and stirred it with a spoon.

Chen Zhi stared at her longingly.

Pei Ningxue handed over the bowl: "Eat it yourself."

Chen Zhi struggled to lift his right hand, which wasn't receiving an IV drip, and swung it twice in mid-air before letting his wrist hang limply.

"My right hand is weak." Chen Zhi sighed, his voice full of weakness. "When I fell yesterday, I think I braced myself on the ground, and now my whole arm is numb."

Pei Ningxue stared at him.

"The doctor said you only broke your ribs and left leg."

"The doctor might have missed the diagnosis," Chen Zhi said shamelessly. "It could also be a side effect. Nerves are all connected; if your left leg hurts, your right hand might cramp."

Pei Ningxue laughed in exasperation.

She slammed the bowl down on the table, the spoon clanging loudly. Chen Zhi thought she was about to get angry, but instead she picked up the bowl again, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, gently blew on it twice, and then held it to Chen Zhi's lips.

"eat."

Chen Zhi opened his mouth and swallowed; the temperature was just right.

"It's delicious." Chen Zhi looked at her. "Did you make it?"

"Bought from the cafeteria downstairs."

"The cafeteria lady's cooking skills are getting better and better; she's cooking the same flavor as my wife."

"Chen Zhi, do you believe I'll break your right hand too?" Pei Ningxue's spoon stopped in mid-air, her tone flat.

Chen Zhi immediately shut his mouth and obediently opened it to wait to be fed.

She ate most of the bowl of porridge, and the sunlight shone on Pei Ningxue's profile, making the dark circles under her eyes even more noticeable, clearly indicating that she hadn't slept well the night before.

Just as Chen Zhi was about to say something to ease the tension, his phone, which was placed next to his pillow, suddenly vibrated.

Chen Zhi glanced at the screen.

Caller ID: Wanwan.

Moreover, it was a video call request.

Chen Zhi broke out in a cold sweat.

He is now lying in a hospital room, his upper body wrapped in thick bandages, his left leg dangling in mid-air, against the backdrop of the hospital's standard white walls and medical equipment.

If we accept this, things will definitely turn upside down in Jiangcheng.

Pei Ningxue also saw the name on the screen. She put down the bowl in her hand, took a tissue to wipe her hands, leaned back in her chair, and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Call it." Pei Ningxue raised her chin slightly.

Chen Zhi swallowed hard: "It's a work call, no rush."

"When did Lin Wanwan become your colleague?" Pei Ningxue wasn't buying it at all. "Aren't you known as a master of impartiality? Take it, let me see how you do it."

The phone was still ringing.

Chen Zhi knew Lin Wanwan's personality very well. If she didn't answer, she would immediately call with a voice message. If she didn't answer the voice message, she would call Dai Dama directly, and might even buy a plane ticket and fly back to Beijing.

It cannot be hung.

Chen Zhi took a deep breath and began to quickly set up the scene.

He gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain in his ribs, and with his right hand, he yanked the blanket up to his chin, completely covering the bandages on his body. Then he adjusted the angle of his phone, pointing the camera only at his face and the ceiling above him.

After confirming that he could not see any medical equipment on the screen, he pressed the answer button.

"Wanwan," Chen Zhi said, trying to make her voice sound normal.

Lin Wanwan's face popped up on the screen. She was still in her bedroom in her hometown of Jiangcheng, wearing pink pajamas, her hair disheveled, and she was staring intently at the screen.

"Chen Zhi, why are you still in bed? What time is it?" Lin Wanwan's voice was sweet.

"Something came up at the company last night, and I had just lain down for a short while," Chen Zhi blurted out.

"Your face is so pale." Lin Wanwan frowned, her concern evident even through the screen. "And your dark circles are so heavy. Did you not eat properly again?"

"It's from staying up late, a good night's sleep will do the trick."

Chen Zhigang breathed a sigh of relief, when suddenly a loud "bang" came from the side.

Pei Ningxue deliberately dropped the lid of the thermos on the table.

The sound echoed in the empty hospital room.

Lin Wanwan was taken aback: "What was that sound?"

Chen Zhixin's heart skipped a beat, but she remained calm and said, "Da Mao was eating takeout next to us. He's clumsy and dropped his food container on the ground."

"Are you at the company?"

"Yes, I rushed over last night." Chen Zhi raised the camera slightly, only showing half of his head. "Wanwan, I'm so tired, I'm going to sleep for a while..."

Before Lin Wanwan could ask any further questions, Chen Zhi decisively pressed the hang-up button.

The phone screen went black.

Pei Ningxue threw the wet wipes into the trash can and pulled over a chair to sit down again.

Pei Ningxue looked at him and said mockingly, "President Chen's ability to cover up lies is such a waste of his talent that he's not writing screenplays."

"Isn't this because I was pushed to the limit?" Chen Zhi pulled the blanket down a little, panting heavily. "You almost killed me just now."

"Why weren't you afraid of dying when you jumped off the building?"

Chen Zhi looked at her, then suddenly reached out his right hand and grabbed her wrist.

Pei Ningxue struggled, but couldn't break free.

"Let go."

"No." Chen Zhi stared into her eyes. "You were jealous just now."

"I don't."

"You do." Chen Zhi held her wrist, his thumb gently rubbing her pulse. "You made noise on purpose, Pei Ningxue, you have feelings for me."

Pei Ningxue turned her face away, a suspicious blush rising at the tips of her ears. She forcefully pulled her hand back, stood up, and straightened her clothes.

"Don't flatter yourself, I just can't stand the way you lie."

She turned and walked towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Chen Zhi asked anxiously.

"Go and get your hospital admission paperwork done. While you're at it, ask the doctor if we can sew your mouth back up too."

The door was pulled open, and Pei Ningxue had just stepped out when she almost bumped into someone who rushed in carrying a stack of documents.

"Oh my god!" Dai Dama rushed into the ward in a flurry of activity.

Upon seeing Pei Ningxue, Dai Dama was stunned for a moment, then quickly stood up straight.

"Hello, Mr. Pei!"

Pei Ningxue nodded lightly, said nothing, and walked out.

Dai Dama turned his head and was shocked to see Chen Zhi wrapped up like a mummy on the bed.

"Mr. Chen? What are you doing? Did you go to Syria for a summer job?!"

"Enough with the nonsense." Chen Zhi pointed to the chair next to him. "Close the door and get to the point."

Dai Da-mai quickly locked the door, pulled over a chair, sat down, and spread his laptop out on the hospital bed.

"President Chen, something terrible has happened." Dai Da-mai's expression turned extremely serious. "Last night, Qian Du made their move."

Chen Zhi's eyes narrowed.

"Tell me more about it."

"At 3 a.m. today, Baidu's app store completely removed all of our Deep Space Technology's beta interface. Not only that, they also restricted the search traffic for the keyword 'Moss'. Now, searching for 'Moss' on Baidu only brings up negative news and smear articles."

Dai Dama opened a folder and handed it to Chen Zhi.

"They are trying to create public pressure on us by targeting our traffic sources."

Chen Zhi was not surprised at all.

How could giants like BAT (Baidu, Alibaba, Tencent) stand idly by and watch a startup dominate the AI ​​field? Suppression, plagiarism, and traffic blocking are their usual three tricks.