The divorce comeback system arrived right after I was born.

On the day I was discharged from the hospital, it rained heavily in Beijing.

Pei Ningxue pushed Chen Zhi in a wheelchair and put him in the nanny car, taking him to the underground parking garage of Wanliu Academy without even going upstairs.

"The garage password hasn't been changed, so you'll have to turn it on yourself." Pei Ningxue stood outside the car door, holding a black umbrella.

"Wife, you're going back already?" Chen Zhi sat in his wheelchair, his left leg in a cast and his upper body wrapped in bandages, looking at her pitifully.

"Otherwise what? Stay and watch you put on a face-changing act?" Pei Ningxue closed the car door. "Solve your own problems. It's none of my business."

"Beep beep beep—"

When Chen Zhi called again, the line was already busy. He sent a WeChat message, but it was marked with a red exclamation mark.

This woman meant what she said; she really stopped caring about him.

However, Chen Zhi also understood that Pei Ningxue was giving him time to clean up the mess left behind in Jiangcheng that night. After all, he still owed Lin Wanwan and Li Zhiyi a huge explanation.

In the following days, Chen Zhi simply turned the duplex apartment in Wanliu Academy into a temporary command center for Deep Space Technology.

Dai Dama carries documents back and forth between the company and his apartment every day.

That afternoon, Chen Zhi was leaning back on the sofa, looking at the UI interface design drawings for the engineering prototype sent by Huang Zhang.

Doorbell rang.

"The door isn't locked, come in." Chen Zhi didn't even look up, assuming it was Dai Dama coming to report on his work.

Since Pei Ningxue left, he has been handling everything personally, and he hasn't found a replacement yet.

The door was pushed open, and the footsteps were very light, unlike the hurried and bustling sounds of Dai Dama.

Chen Zhi raised his head.

Li Zhiyi stood in the entryway, carrying a thermos in her hand. Her hair was a little messy, indicating that she had rushed over.

Seeing Chen Zhi leaning against the sofa, his left leg dangling high, his upper body wrapped up like a mummy, Li Zhiyi stood there dumbfounded, her eyes reddening.

"Hey, hey, why are you crying?" Chen Zhi quickly put down the tablet and tried to sit up straight, but this pulled on his broken ribs, causing him to gasp in pain, "Hiss—"

Li Zhiyi was terrified and rushed over, frantically trying to help him up, but afraid of touching his wound. Her hands hung in mid-air, and tears streamed down her face even more.

"How...how did you get hurt like this?" Her voice was trembling.

"It's nothing, it looks scary, but it's just a superficial injury." Chen Zhi took her wrist and gently squeezed it. "Don't cry, you won't be pretty if you keep crying."

Li Zhiyi sniffed and took Chen Zhi's hand in return.

This was the first time Chen Zhi had seen any emotion on her face other than docility and timidity.

That was genuine anger.

"Who hit you?" Li Zhiyi bit her lip. "Did someone bully you?"

Chen Zhi was stunned for a moment.

He couldn't very well say that he jumped from the third floor of the Peking University Academic Affairs Office to try and keep Pei Ningxue from leaving.

That probably means they think they've lived too long.

"I wasn't paying attention when I was crossing the street, and a young, blond guy on a 'ghost fire' bike hit me," Chen Zhi blurted out. "That kid was going too fast, and I couldn't dodge him."

Li Zhiyi's chest heaved violently with anger.

"Have you called the police? Have they caught him?" she asked anxiously. "We can't just let this go. He needs to pay the medical bills, and we need to pursue legal action against him!"

Chen Zhi couldn't help but laugh when he saw her indignant expression.

"It's all settled. The police have arrested him, and he's paid all the compensation he owed." Chen Zhihuan held her hand and gently pulled her towards him. "But, Zhiyi, I was so touched by how fiercely you defended your husband just now."

Li Zhiyi blushed.

She broke free from Chen Zhi's hand, lowered her head, and reached for a tissue on the coffee table to wipe her tears.

"Even in this state, you still can't be serious," she muttered softly. "I heard from others that you're sick, so I went to the company to look for you, but the receptionist said you were working from home..."

She opened the thermos she had brought, which contained a milky white bone broth.

"You should drink more bone broth if you have a fracture." Li Zhiyi ladled out a bowl, carefully placed it in front of Chen Zhi, scooped up a little with a spoon, blew on it to cool it down, and then held it to his lips. "Drink some."

Chen Zhi obediently opened his mouth.

This treatment is simply amazing.

For the next two weeks, Li Zhiyi simply took leave and went to Wanliu Academy every day.

She bought groceries, cooked meals, made soup, and helped Chen Zhi bathe.

She took meticulous care of Chen Zhi, just like a fairy godmother.

While enjoying Li Zhiyi's personal care, Chen Zhi also had to deal with Lin Wanwan, who was far away in Jiangcheng running a publicity stunt.

Lin Wanwan's schedule has been packed lately. Su Man got her a big-budget music variety show, which requires her to record until late at night every day.

Upon learning that Chen Zhi had been in a car accident and suffered a fracture, Lin Wanwan cried uncontrollably on the phone, insisting on breaking her contract with the program team and buying a plane ticket to fly back to Beijing to see him.

Chen Zhi had to use all his persuasion, even bringing up the excuse that "the penalty for breach of contract is 100 million yuan," to finally appease her.

To reassure Lin Wanwan, Chen Zhi made three video calls every day without fail to let her know he was safe.

Before answering each phone call, Chen Zhi would perform some extreme maneuvers.

"Zhiyi, could you bring me that oversized hoodie? Yes, the black one."

Chen Zhi struggled to put on a hoodie on the sofa, covering his bandaged upper body completely, and then used a cushion to cover his left leg, which was in a cast.

Only after confirming that there were no flaws in the footage did he press the answer button.

The screen showed Lin Wanwan's bright and beautiful face. She had just removed her makeup and was applying a face mask. The background was a hotel room.

"Chen Zhi, does your leg still hurt today?" Lin Wanwan leaned closer to the screen.

"It doesn't hurt anymore. The doctor said I'm recovering very quickly, and I estimate I'll be able to run around in a few days," Chen Zhi boasted without batting an eye.

Li Zhiyi, who was cutting fruit next to him, paused and turned to look at him.

Chen Zhi quickly blinked at her frantically.

"That's good." Lin Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief, then began to complain, "This production team is too torturous. They record until two or three in the morning every day, and Sister Su Man won't let me eat any late-night snacks, saying it will cause water retention."

"When you come back, I'll take you to your favorite hot pot restaurant," Chen Zhi coaxed her with a smile.

"It's a promise! Pinky promise!"

After hanging up the phone, Chen Zhi let out a long sigh of relief.

Li Zhiyi walked over with a slice of apple, poked a piece with a toothpick, and held it to his mouth.

The chaotic scene in Jiangcheng that night, though abruptly ended by Pei Ningxue's sudden departure, undoubtedly left Li Zhiyi with some doubts. Yet, she asked nothing, simply remaining silently by his side.

Time flies, and before we knew it, it was the eve of the press conference.

In the past two weeks, the online public opinion surrounding Deep Space Technology has reached its peak.

The online trolls fueled the flames, causing Moss's image among ordinary netizens to plummet.

Various accusations of "capital fraud" and "PPT fraud" have been leveled against Deep Space Technology.

This is exactly the effect Chen Zhi wanted.

The strategy is to first criticize before praising.

The harder you suppress it, the stronger the rebound will be.

8 PM.

The doorbell rang at Wanliu Academy.

Dai Dama rushed in, carrying a black briefcase with a combination lock.

"Mr. Chen! It's all done!"

He placed the combination lock box on the coffee table and entered the combination.

With a "click," the box popped open.

Two white smartphones lay quietly inside.

It features Meizu's proudest white panel design, with the screen occupying the entire front.

"The engineering prototype is finally finished!" Dai Dama picked up one of them and handed it to Chen Zhi. "Moss has been perfectly integrated into the system. The next step is to address the software compatibility issue."

Chen Zhi took the phone and pressed the power button.

The screen lights up, without any complicated boot animation, only a deep blue starry sky background.

"Moss," Chen Zhi said into his phone.

The starry sky on the screen instantly shifted and converged into a single blue dot of light.

A gentle voice came from the speaker.

"Hello, I'm Moss."

No internet connection or app needs to be opened.

Moss has become the brain of this phone, taking over everything.

Chen Zhi connected to the internet and casually issued instructions.

"Moss, could you please check the exact time and location of Baidu's press conference tomorrow morning?"

In less than a second, a neatly formatted table popped up on the screen.

"I have found that the Baidu AI Developer Conference will be held tomorrow morning at 9:30 in Hall B of the National Convention Center. The speaker will be Li Mingyuan, Vice President of Baidu." Moss's voice was steady and clear.

Dai Dama stood to the side, his eyes shining.

"As expected of Moss, I have a feeling this will be a world-changing phone, just like the iPhone 5."

"This is just basic operation." Chen Zhi put the phone back in the safe and turned to look at Li Zhiyi, who was washing dishes in the kitchen.

"Zhiyi, could you take that suit out and iron it for me?"

Li Zhiyi dried her hands and came out, looking at Chen Zhi's leg in a cast with a worried expression.

"Are you really going to the scene tomorrow? The doctor said you absolutely cannot move around."

"There are some things I don't trust others to do." Chen Zhi patted the armrest of his wheelchair. "Da Mao, you push me up tomorrow."

Dai Dama nodded vigorously.

"By the way, Brother Zhi, Baidu has scheduled their press conference for Hall B of the National Convention Center, while we're in Hall A. It's obvious they're trying to go against us. And they've invited hundreds of mainstream media outlets, while we..."

"We have the live streaming of 'Piano Notes Dancing' all over the internet, what are you afraid of?" Chen Zhi sneered. "Now it's the era of traffic is king, those media outlets are not as influential as marketing accounts."

"No wonder Baidu has failed for so many years; their thinking is still stuck ten years in the past."