Ex-wife becomes the world's number one hacker

After the luncheon, Shen Lan was still unable to calm down.

I never expected that by climbing onto Qin Heming's coattails, I would be able to meet so many important figures. It's like opening the door to a whole new world.

She hesitated for a moment, then picked up her phone and dialed her son's number.

Once, twice, three times, just as the line was about to go dead, a muffled voice finally came from the other end: "...Feed?"

Shen Lan immediately became furious: "Qiqi, it's already afternoon, why are you still sleeping? How many days has it been since you went to the branch office?"

"Mom, I stayed up all night looking at documents..."

"Don't try to fool me!" Shen Lan interrupted. "What document requires an entire night to read?"

Then she said sternly into the microphone, "We're going back to the old house for dinner tonight. I have something to tell you."

After hanging up the phone, Shen Lan pondered: Qiqi doesn't have much of a business sense, so why not try his hand at politics? Find an opportunity to talk to Heming and see if he could get him a government position, which would be nice, both easy and respectable.

Gu Tingfeng went straight on a business trip after the luncheon. The branch office in Shanghai had run into some issues recently, and he'd been busy with things there. He even rushed back to attend Qin's ribbon-cutting ceremony. And now, as soon as the luncheon ended, he was off again without a break.

Shen Lan waited from 6 p.m. until 10 p.m., reheated the food several times, and called countless times to urge Gu Liqi to return, but he still didn't come back. Eventually, she simply stopped answering the phone.

Shen Lan's paranoia kicked in again. Whenever she couldn't contact Gu Liqi, she felt that something had happened to him. One minute she was wondering if he had been stabbed, the next she was wondering if he had been hit by a car while crossing the street... In short, none of them were good news.

She couldn't sit still any longer and called Sun Lifeng.

Sun Lifeng was standing at his front door, exhausted from working all night. He was thinking of going home to take a hot shower and get some rest. Just as his finger was about to touch the fingerprint lock, his phone vibrated in his pocket.

He took two steps back and answered the phone.

"Little Sun, we can't get in touch with your brother Qi again. Go and look for him, okay?" Shen Lan was so anxious that her voice was almost choked with tears.

Sun Lifeng glanced at his home, which was just a stone's throw away, and said, "...Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Sun Lifeng stood for a moment, thinking: Maybe I shouldn't go in. If I go in and then leave again, Nini will be disappointed again. I'll try to come back early tonight.

Sun Lifeng knew the way like the back of his hand and arrived at room 210 of the "Flame" bar without even closing his eyes.

I was thinking that if Gu Liqi got drunk, I could just carry him home, or to President Shen's old house. In any case, I had to get home early tonight, otherwise...

When I pushed the door open, it was locked.

Sun Lifeng knew they were up to no good again, so he pounded on the door. The waiter saw him through the peephole, and the door opened a crack.

Sun Lifeng slipped into the private room and was immediately stunned.

He had never seen such a scene before. Gu Liqi was extremely excited, shirtless and barefoot, standing on the coffee table, holding a microphone and laughing maniacally, while slapping his thigh haphazardly with his other hand.

Gong Hai and Li Changpeng on the sofa next to them weren't doing much better; the two of them were lying in strange positions, head to head, barking like dogs.

Sun Lifeng grabbed the waiter standing guard at the door, "What's going on?"

"They...did something pretty serious, and...that's how it is. It's good you're here. Watch over things here, and whatever you do, don't let them get out. If they do, it'll be trouble. I'm leaving..."

The waiter slipped away before he could finish speaking.

Sun Lifeng sighed heavily. It seemed his plan to go home early tonight was going to be ruined again; he might have to stay here all night...

At six o'clock the next morning, Sun Lifeng finally dragged himself home, reeking of alcohol and that strange, foul odor.

The moment he opened the door, a figure burst into tears and threw herself into his arms.

Sun Lifeng's heart tightened when he saw the small stool by the door. His worst fears had come true: Nini had stayed up all night waiting for him again.

Sun Lifeng patted his sister on the back, "Brother is dirty, let me change my clothes."

The girl didn't loosen her grip; instead, she hugged him tighter, her cries growing louder. "If you don't come back tonight, I'll think you've been kidnapped, waaaaah..."

"Your brother is an adult now. No one can take him away. If he doesn't come back in the future, it means he's working overtime. You should go to sleep obediently and not wait at the door."

The girl sobbed and kept shaking her head.

Sun Lifeng held his younger sister, his heart heavy. Ever since that night eight years ago, when she was terrified, her mind had been forever frozen on that horrific night...

.......

Three days later, Jian Tingyun led his team to Shennan as scheduled.

For nearly a month afterward, he made several trips back and forth.

During this time, he truly witnessed what a "workaholic" was—Jiang Yin was like a high-speed precision instrument, constantly working around the clock.

Forget about finding an opportunity to invite her to dinner; she barely eats a few bites of her own meals.

Watching her spin like a top, he couldn't help her at all. All he could do was silently hand her a glass of warm water when her voice became hoarse from talking so much.

He witnessed a side of her completely different from her peaceful daily life: a sharp-minded and decisive woman who radiated an almost razor-sharp light when she was focused, making him realize for the first time that someone working so hard could be so captivating.

Under limited conditions, Jian Tingyun slowly discovered some of Jiang Yin's dietary preferences: a love for spicy food and a fondness for black truffle soup.

After that, every time it was mealtime, he would "on the way" bring back two dishes that Jiang Yin liked from a restaurant, naturally handing one to her and keeping the other for himself. Because he was afraid that she would feel burdened, he would just say that he wanted to eat them himself and was just bringing them back.

In fact, he couldn't eat spicy food at all, and he felt that black truffles had a lingering earthy smell, and he couldn't taste the freshness and sweetness that Jiang Yin claimed.

That day, as usual, he followed Jiang Yin into the cafeteria right on time. After getting their food, they sat facing each other, and he naturally handed Jiang Yin the soup he had bought "on the way".

Jian Tingyun took a sip of soup without changing his expression, enduring the earthy taste, and chatted casually with Jiang Yin:

"The workload is too heavy; there's no need to push yourself so hard."

"I have to be busy. The first phase of Yun Que needs to be launched during the Spring Festival, which will coincide with the spring plowing in March and April." Jiang Yin sipped her soup, looking very satisfied.

"If we can't catch up, we can't catch up. If we can't catch up with spring planting, we can catch up with autumn harvest. If that doesn't work, there's always next year." Jian Tingyun said nonchalantly.

Jiang Yin raised an eyebrow at him: "How can that be? We can get it done quickly, why drag it out? Besides, besides making money early by going public, there's also the issue of seizing the market. What if we miss the window of opportunity and someone else gets there first? That's a trillion-dollar market!"

Jian Tingyun was well aware of this principle, but seeing Jiang Yin growing thinner day by day... he couldn't bear it.

Jiang Yin knew he felt bad, so she comforted him, "It's not entirely because of the Lark project. There are also our own offline retail projects, which are more complicated than yours. Don't feel guilty."

"But..." Jian Tingyun wanted to continue persuading him, but at that moment, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He took it out and saw three words flashing on the screen: Qin Heming.