Ex-wife becomes the world's number one hacker

Jiang Yin picked up Qin Heming at the hospital entrance.

From the moment he got on the bus, Qin Heming's mouth was constantly open, he couldn't stop laughing.

He packed a few pastries in a lunchbox and told Jiang Yin to eat them before driving.

Then, holding a thermos in one hand and a napkin in the other, he served Jiang Yin food.

This scene made Jiang Yin feel dazed, as if she had returned to the past.

When she was little, Qin Heming always took care of her like this.

"Look at this treatment," Qin Heming muttered, "She used to be a princess, now she's a queen."

Jiang Yin glared at him, and Qin Heming burst into laughter.

Qin Heming was in high spirits as he drove onto the main road.

She would glance at Jiang Yin for a moment, then look out the window, her face beaming with unreserved, heartfelt joy.

"What are you laughing at?" Jiang Yin glanced at him with a stern face. "Stop laughing."

"Oh, still so domineering, not even allowing a smile." Qin Heming's smile widened even further.

"But I can't help it."

Jiang Yin didn't want to pay attention to him; let him be.

Just then, the car phone rang.

Jiang Yin pressed the call button on the steering wheel, and Zhuang Xiaoxiao's crisp voice echoed in the car:

"Sister Yinyin, I told my great-grandfather about Ding Meiyu's imprisonment. He was in tears... saying that he had been living to wait for this news. Heaven has eyes, and Aunt Nannan can rest in peace now."

After hearing this, Jiang Yin lowered her voice and reminded Zhuang Xiaoxiao, "Your great-grandfather is old, so you need to be careful not to make him too excited."

"Thank you, Sister Yinyin. My great-grandfather asked me to thank you and President Qin on his behalf, to thank you for helping him get revenge."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Yin felt a strange sense of melancholy and let out a soft sigh.

"Ding Meiyu's family background is certainly despicable, but Zhuang Zinan has already rescued her from that hellhole. Why... can't she just live a good life and try to do good?"

"She even told the interrogators with absolute certainty that someone from her background would have no way to survive without fighting and competing. It's truly incomprehensible." Jiang Yin slowed down and steadily brought the car to a stop at a red light.

Qin Heming, sitting in the passenger seat, had already suppressed his smile, his expression calm to the point of being solemn.

He paused for a moment, his gaze fixed on the road ahead.

"Because she never saw being rescued as a second chance at life."

He rested his elbow on the car window, his voice low and clear:

"What Zhuang Zinan handed her was not a ticket to a new life, but a chip for a fresh start."

He paused, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly:

"The most basic evil is to be in darkness and hate the light. The ultimate evil is to have enjoyed the warmth of the light, but then choose to extinguish it with your own hands so that you can escape into deeper darkness without any remorse."

"That's Ding Meiyu for you. It's not that she doesn't understand kindness; she understands it all too well. That's why she knows how to use kindness, how to turn it into a stepping stone to climb higher, even if the bottom of that stepping stone is... the bones of her benefactors."

Jiang Yin tightened her grip on the steering wheel.

"Not everyone who leaves the abyss yearns for the light," Qin Heming concluded, his tone carrying a cold, analytical clarity.

"Some people just change their location and continue to climb down, sinking into the abyss for the rest of their lives."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yin's heart stirred, and she couldn't help but ponder Qin Heming's words carefully.

After a long silence, Qin Heming spoke again, his tone now as steady as ever:

"You don't know about Gu Liqi, do you?"

Jiang Yin paused for a moment, "All I know is that he's missing, nothing else."

Qin Heming leaned his head back in his chair, his tone calm:

"He was manufacturing 'drugs,' but his hideout was raided. After escaping, he was captured by an overseas drug trafficking syndicate. Shen Lan couldn't raise the full ransom, so he disappeared, and his current fate is unknown."

"No wonder..." Jiang Yin suddenly realized, a chill creeping up her spine.

"She's really bold, she'll do anything," she sighed.

Qin Heming simply snorted softly through his nose and said nothing.

Two hours later, on the mountain road leading from Wuling Mountain to Dayin Temple, Qin Heming stood with his hands on his knees, panting heavily.

He turned to Jiang Yin beside him and said, "Dayin Temple is just ahead. You go ahead, I'll walk slowly. The sooner you finish talking, the better we can head back."

Jiang Yin looked at the fine beads of sweat on his forehead and hesitated before asking, "Are you sure you can manage?"

"Alright, go quickly, go quickly." Qin Heming waved his hand forward and said with a wry smile.

"I've been lying in the hospital so much that I'm practically ruined."

Jiang Yin pursed her lips, turned around and quickened her pace towards Dayin Temple.

Inside the meditation room, Jiang Yin and Lin Rongsen sat facing each other on two futons.

The smoke from the newly lit incense in the incense burner rises straight up and then slowly disperses at the top after a moment.

Lin Rongsen was dressed in a monk's robe, with a string of Buddhist prayer beads wrapped around his wrist.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice hoarse.

"It's my cowardice that prevented me from facing reality... I was the one being deceived, yet you, a minor, have to bear the consequences."

He kept his head down and clenched his fists on his knees.

"I knew there was something wrong, but I buried my head in the sand like an ostrich... Her psychological manipulation wasn't sophisticated; it even involved coercion, but I... didn't have the courage to point it out, and I was afraid to face the rumors."

"But I can't lie to myself. In the dead of night, guilt gnaws at my bones like a hundred ants, keeping me awake all night... I'm so sorry, Zinan." He collapsed to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.

"I've been thinking about ending it all, but I have no face to face her in the afterlife..."

The incense in the incense burner gradually burned out, leaving only a grayish-white incense root.

Jiang Yin got the answer she wanted and got up to take her leave.

Lin Rongsen's emotions have calmed down.

"Could you stay a moment longer? I have a few more words to say," he said, raising his hand to ask if he would stay.

Jiang Yin sat back down on the futon, gazing at him calmly.

Lin Rongsen hesitated for a moment, then looked up and said, "I want to talk to you about Gu Tingfeng."

Jiang Yin remained expressionless, waiting for him to continue.

"Aside from being a bit of a womanizer, he's not a truly evil person. Heming told me to slowly infiltrate him and help him if I could."

Lin Rongsen paused, his voice becoming even slower:

"Heming... is afraid that things will be difficult for you in the future. He doesn't want you to be burdened by worldly views, and he doesn't want you to be caught in a dilemma with your own father. On one side is the grudge from the past, and on the other side is the principle of blood ties. He can't bear to see you caught in the middle, unable to move forward or backward."

"After I received the news of that car accident, I first called Heming, and then I called Gu Tingfeng. As Heming had instructed me before, I gave him a number and told him that it was the number that could save his life."

"Heming and I were thinking of finding an opportunity to test whether he could make the right choice at a critical moment. The fact is, he made that call and reported the information that you were about to be attacked."

"I want to say, whether you forgive him or not is your decision. But hating someone is too tiring... You need to let yourself go."

Jiang Yin listened quietly, her face showing no emotion. She only nodded very slightly and stood up again.

Lin Rongsen also stood up to see the guest off, and the two walked out of the meditation room together.

Outside the door, the sun shines brightly, and a gentle breeze rustles through the pine forest.

Jiang Yin caught a glimpse of Qin Heming climbing an old pine tree, already more than two meters off the ground. His foot suddenly slipped, and he was about to fall.

Remembering the doctor's instructions, she was so frightened that her heart stopped and her soul almost left her body.