"Chen Zhi!!!!"
Pei Ningxue's hoarse, voice-cracking scream came from above.
Below was a soft lawn, but Chen Zhi slammed into it heavily. A sharp pain instantly spread from his legs to his entire body, feeling as if his internal organs had been torn apart.
Before Chen Zhi closed his eyes, only one thought flashed through his mind.
The Little Tsundere is quite hard to coax.
Then, he completely lost consciousness.
Chen Zhi had jumped off a building for love; he just closed his eyes and didn't care about anything anymore.
But for Mr. Zhang from the Academic Affairs Office, the sky had completely fallen.
"Chen Zhi!!!!!!!!!"
Mr. Zhang leaned over the third-floor windowsill, screaming even more miserably than Pei Ningxue.
The founder of Peking University's key supported entrepreneurial project, a tech nouveau riche worth tens of billions, had jumped out of a building right in his office, right in front of him!
If this got out, his career as a teacher in the Academic Affairs Office would be over. He might as well pack his bags and leave.
In the ambulance, the siren wailed.
Chen Zhi groggily opened his eyes. His vision was blurred, and his whole body ached as if it were falling apart.
He struggled to raise his hand and grabbed the sleeve of the person next to him.
"Where... where is Mr. Zhang?"
Mr. Zhang was right beside him, sweating profusely and pale-faced. He quickly leaned in and held Chen Zhi's hand.
"I'm here, I'm here! Chen Zhi, don't scare me. Whatever you want to say, take your time!"
Mr. Zhang was on the verge of tears; this situation looked exactly like someone giving their last words.
Chen Zhi gasped for air and ignored his remark.
"Where is... Pei Ningxue?"
"She went to get a specialist!" Mr. Zhang anxiously slapped his thigh. "What exactly do you want to say? Is it about the company or your family?"
Hearing that Pei Ningxue wasn't around, Chen Zhi breathed a sigh of relief.
He hooked his finger, signaling Mr. Zhang to come closer.
Mr. Zhang quickly pressed his ear to Chen Zhi's mouth, terrified of missing the dying words of this billionaire CEO.
Chen Zhi lowered his voice and used all his remaining strength to squeeze out a single sentence.
"Don't... don't tell anyone about this."
After saying that, his head tilted to the side, and he completely passed out.
Mr. Zhang froze in place, still maintaining his listening posture.
A full five seconds passed.
The sorrow on Mr. Zhang's face instantly twisted. His lips trembled for a long time, holding back a curse.
"Motherf..."
When Chen Zhi woke up again, it was already night.
The hospital room was very quiet, with only the sound of operating medical equipment.
He tried to move. His left leg felt heavy, wrapped in a thick cast and suspended high in the air. His upper body was also covered in bandages, and his ribs throbbed with a dull pain every time he took a slight breath.
He didn't die, but the price was steep.
Chen Zhi turned his head.
Beside the bed, Pei Ningxue was leaning over the edge, fast asleep.
She was still wearing the same white shirt from during the day. Her hair was a bit messy, pressed under her arm.
Chen Zhi didn't make a sound, just quietly watching her.
A few minutes later, Pei Ningxue seemed to sense something. Her shoulders twitched, and she slowly lifted her head.
Their eyes met.
Pei Ningxue's eyes were severely red and swollen, heavily bloodshot, with un-wiped tear stains still on her face.
Chen Zhi, this bastard, had made this proud girl cry bitterly twice in a single day.
Seeing that Chen Zhi was awake, Pei Ningxue froze for a second before suddenly sitting up straight. She grabbed a tissue and haphazardly wiped her face.
She turned her face away to avoid Chen Zhi's gaze. Her voice was slightly hoarse, but she forced a cold and hard tone.
"Don't get the wrong idea. I'm only staying here because I'm afraid others will think I'm the one who did this to you."
Chen Zhi didn't expose her lie.
He slowly reached out his right hand, which didn't have an IV drip, to grab Pei Ningxue's hand resting on the edge of the bed.
Pei Ningxue instinctively pulled back.
"Don't touch me."
Chen Zhi took the opportunity to gasp in pain.
"Hiss—it hurts."
His brows immediately furrowed together.
Pei Ningxue's hand froze in mid-air, not daring to move.
Biting her lip, she stared intently at the bandages on Chen Zhi's body, her eyes reddening once more.
Chen Zhi seized the chance, grabbed her wrist, pulled it over, and pressed it against his chest.
Through the hospital gown and bandages, the rhythm of his heartbeat could be felt.
"I love you," Chen Zhi said, looking at her. "Do you need me to prove it again?"
Pei Ningxue's defenses completely crumbled.
Tears fell without warning, dropping onto the back of Chen Zhi's hand, scalding hot.
"Chen Zhi, what gives you the right to always bully me?"
She cried so hard her whole body trembled, her voice full of grievance.
"What gives you the right to be so sure I'll go soft? What gives you the right to use your own life to force my hand?"
Chen Zhi tightened his grip on her hand, offering no extra explanation, simply repeating one phrase.
"I love you."
Pei Ningxue lifted her head, staring at him with red eyes.
"Fine," she said through gritted teeth. "I can marry you right now. You marry me immediately. Tomorrow we go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get our marriage certificate. Do you dare?"
Chen Zhi was silent for two seconds.
He couldn't get the certificate.
Lin Wanwan was still waiting for him in Jiangcheng, and Li Zhiyi was still waiting for him at Renmin University.
If he agreed now, all the balance he had previously established would completely collapse.
"Not right now," Chen Zhi looked at her, his tone calm. "Give me a little more time, I definitely will."
Pei Ningxue laughed, laughing so hard that her tears fell again.
"Why should I?" She tried to pull her hand back. "You won't even give me a proper title right now, so what gives you the right to make me wait?"
Chen Zhi held onto her hand tightly, refusing to let go.
"Because I love you, and you love me too."
Pei Ningxue struggled a couple of times but didn't dare use too much force, eventually giving up.
"I'm leaving, Chen Zhi," she turned her face away. "My life doesn't just revolve around you. I have my own path to walk."
Chen Zhi stared at her side profile and suddenly smiled.
"I won't let you go."
His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an almost shameless stubbornness.
"Wherever you go, I will follow."
"If you go to the UK, I'll move Deep Space Tech's headquarters to London."
"If you talk to a guy, I'll stand right beside you and tell him you're my fiancee."
"I'll make sure you can never make any friends for the rest of your life, leaving only me by your side."
Pei Ningxue turned her head, looking at the bandage-wrapped man on the hospital bed in disbelief.
"You're a madman."
"Yes, I am," Chen Zhi admitted frankly. "I know I've wronged you. I'll agree to whatever you want, except leaving me."
The hospital room fell into complete silence.
Only Pei Ningxue's slightly rapid breathing could be heard.
She looked at Chen Zhi's punchable yet serious face and ultimately conceded defeat.
She knew Chen Zhi too well. This man was true to his word. If she really went abroad, he was absolutely capable of moving his company over and blocking her door every day.
Pei Ningxue let out a long sigh.
She looked at Chen Zhi and proposed her own condition.
"If you can get Deep Space Tech to a hundred-billion-dollar valuation within this year, I will agree to you."
Chen Zhi was taken aback for a moment.
Deep Space Tech's current valuation was fifteen billion dollars.
To multiply it nearly seven times within a year to reach a hundred billion dollars.
Looking at the global tech circle, even those giants in Silicon Valley couldn't achieve such a massive leap in a single year.
This was an absolutely impossible task.
By throwing out this condition, Pei Ningxue was both finding a way out for herself and covertly making things difficult for him, hoping he would back down in the face of difficulties.
But she miscalculated one thing.
Chen Zhi was a reincarnator.
His mind held the entire development trajectory and the lucrative trends of the tech industry for the next dozen years.
A hundred billion dollars. It was going to be difficult.
Even with the advantage of reincarnation, it would be extremely hard.
But it wasn't impossible.
"Alright, you have a deal," Chen Zhi nodded without a second thought.
Pei Ningxue glanced at him but remained silent.
"However," Chen Zhi quickly added, "you can't run away during this time. At the very least, you have to stay at Peking University. If you run, the bet is off, and I'll just kidnap you and make you my captive bride."
Pei Ningxue pulled her hand back, taking two tissues to wipe her tears.
"I won't leave."
She pulled her chair back and sat down, her usual aloof demeanor returning.
"I really want to see exactly how you plan to hit a hundred-billion-dollar valuation in just one year."
Chen Zhi smiled.
As long as she stayed, everything else would be a piece of cake.
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