I was a rookie reporter in the 00s

"Wanqing, are you okay?" Fu Siyuan's voice interrupted her thoughts. He stood at the door, holding two cups of freshly brewed coffee, steaming hot.

Zhang Wanqing opened her eyes and took the coffee, feeling the warmth in her hands. "I'm fine. I just found out something about my family."

Fu Siyuan's brows furrowed. He walked over to Zhang Wanqing and looked at the screen. "Is this true?"

Zhang Wanqing nodded, her voice heavy. "Yes, I need to find out the truth."

She stood up, walked to the window, and looked out at the sea. The waves shimmered in the moonlight, and her mood fluctuated like them. She had always thought of her father as an upright man, but now she was beginning to doubt her memory.

Fu Siyuan walked over to her, his eyes full of concern. "Wanqing, no matter what the truth is, I will always be by your side."

Zhang Wanqing turned her head, a hint of gratitude in her eyes. "Thank you, Siyuan."

She knew that no matter how cruel the truth was, she had to face it. She returned to the computer and began to dig deep into the data in the file. She needed to find more evidence and uncover all the mysteries.

As the seconds ticked by, Zhang Wanqing's eyes darted across the data on the screen, her fingers racing across the keyboard. She discovered transaction records revealing her father's frequent financial dealings with organized crime. Her heart was filled with pain and anger. How could her father, whom she had always considered an upright man, be involved in such illegal transactions?

She kept digging until she found a unique document: her father mentioned a secret account where all his ill-gotten gains were kept, money he hoped would be used to atone for his past mistakes.

A complex emotion welled up in Zhang Wanqing's heart. Although her father had made mistakes, he seemed to be seeking redemption. She took a deep breath. She knew that the money could be used to expose the true face of the criminal organization and to help the victims.

Zhang Wanqing stood on the deck, the salty sea breeze caressing her cheeks, her long hair dancing wildly in the wind. The night sea shimmered with ripples and twinkling stars, but her heart was in turmoil. Her gaze pierced the darkness, as if seeking the secrets hidden in the depths. Her father, Zhang Beichen, a well-versed university professor, had never occurred to her that he had any connection to a criminal gang.

She took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, and began to carefully read the document associated with the number. It contained an investigative report on government corruption, a case that had caused a huge sensation at the time but ultimately fell through due to insufficient evidence. Zhang Wanqing had been the lead investigative reporter on the case, sacrificing nearly everything, including her career, to uncover the truth.

Her memories came flooding back: those days, those nights, those hours spent fighting for the truth. She remembered the sleepless nights, the threatening phone calls, the eyes watching her from the shadows. She remembered how she had persevered, she remembered her faith and her determination.

"Wanqing, have some coffee to refresh yourself." Fu Siyuan's voice interrupted her thoughts. He stood at the door, holding two cups of freshly brewed coffee, steaming hot.

Zhang Wanqing opened her eyes, took the coffee, and felt the warmth in her hands. "Thank you, Siyuan!"

Fu Siyuan sat down across from her, his eyes fixed on the screen. "Is this case... related to you?"

Zhang Wanqing nodded, her voice heavy. "Yes, I was the lead investigative reporter on this case. It nearly ruined my life."

Fu Siyuan was silent for a while, then said softly: "But now, we have a chance to uncover the truth."

Zhang Wanqing raised her head, her eyes gleaming with determination. "Yes, we have a chance."

She began to read the documents carefully, taking in every word and detail. As her memory gradually reconciled with the documents, she began to understand the complexity and depth of the case. She discovered new clues that had been overlooked in the current investigation.

Her heartbeat quickened, knowing these clues might point to a larger conspiracy. She stood up, walked to the window, and looked out at the sea. The waves shimmered in the moonlight, and her mood fluctuated like them.

"Wanqing, we need to talk." Li Wei's voice came from behind her. He stood at the door, his expression serious.

Zhang Wanqing turned around, a hint of vigilance in her eyes. "What's wrong?"

Li Wei walked into the cabin, his eyes flickering between Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan. "While checking the data, I found a clue that points to you."

Zhang Wanqing's heart tightened. She knew what this might mean. "What is it?"

Li Wei took a deep breath, his eyes becoming complicated. "This criminal organization... they know your past, and they might use it against you."

Zhang Wanqing's face turned pale, and her body trembled slightly. She knew this meant she would have to face her past, her fears, her weaknesses.

Fu Siyuan stood up, walked to Zhang Wanqing's side, and gently held her hand. "Wanqing, we will face this together."

Zhang Wanqing raised her head, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you."

Zhang Wanqing stood at the cabin window. The night was like a vast curtain, shrouding the entire ocean in a mysterious darkness. The waves gently lapped against the hull, making a rhythmic sound like nature's lullaby. Her fingers unconsciously stroked the window frame, but her heart was surging.

She still couldn't understand how her father, Zhang Beichen, a respected university professor, could be involved with a criminal gang. This question was like a thorn, deeply piercing her heart.

She turned back to her computer, where the data and files on the screen seemed to tell her an unknown story. What secrets did her father, the professor who always smiled gently and patiently answered students' questions, hide?

Zhang Wanqing took a deep breath. She knew that no matter how cruel the truth was, she had to uncover it. She began to read the documents carefully, taking in every word and every detail.

At this moment, Li Wei suddenly rushed into the cabin, his expression tense and a hint of panic in his eyes. "Wanqing, Fu Siyuan, we are in trouble."

Zhang Wanqing and Fu Siyuan stood up immediately, their eyes full of vigilance. "What's wrong?" Zhang Wanqing asked.

Li Wei took a deep breath, his voice low. "When I was checking the communication equipment, I found a signal interference. Someone is trying to locate us."

Zhang Wanqing's expression changed as she immediately realized the seriousness of the situation. "We must change our course immediately. We can't let them find us."

Fu Siyuan nodded, quickly walked to the navigation console, and began adjusting the course. "I'll do my best to avoid their pursuit, but we can't guarantee we can completely escape them."

Zhang Wanqing clutched the USB drive tightly in her hand. She knew the data inside was their only bargaining chip, and also their greatest danger. "We can't let this USB drive fall into their hands."

Li Wei gripped the pistol tightly, his eyes determined. "I will protect this USB drive and you."

The ship was sailing fast on the sea, the waves were getting more violent, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and a storm was brewing. Zhang Wanqing stood on the deck, her eyes fixed on the waves ahead, her heart filled with tension and anxiety.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning split the sky, illuminating the sea, followed by a deafening thunder. The storm was coming, the waves became more violent, and the ship was shaking violently in the waves.

Zhang Wanqing held on to the railing tightly, her body swaying with the swaying of the ship. She knew that this storm was not only a test of nature, but also a test of their will.

Just then, she saw a beam of light in the distance, the searchlight of another ship. Her heart beat faster, and she knew that the criminal organization had found them.

"They're coming!" she cried, her voice faint in the storm but heard by her companions.

Fu Siyuan and Li Wei quickly came to the deck, their eyes filled with tension and determination.

The boat was getting closer, and Zhang Wanqing could see the figures on board, weapons in their hands, grim expressions on their faces. Her heartbeat quickened, and she gripped the rudder tightly.

The battle is about to begin. Zhang Wanqing, Fu Siyuan and Li Wei stand on the deck. Their figures seem small in the storm, but their determination is like a lighthouse in the storm, illuminating their way forward.