Ex-wife becomes the world's number one hacker

That afternoon, the private room at Shuimo Lanting was in a mess.

Cups, plates, fruits, and snacks were scattered all over the floor. The waiter had just stepped in with one foot to clean up when Qin Wan'er threw an apple at him and sent him running away.

Qin Wan'er collapsed on the sofa, exhausted from venting her anger, but it was all for naught; she was still furious.

She pounded the sofa with her fists while screaming and cursing hysterically:

"You slut! You vixen! Die—"

"Jiang Papa, seeing that my brother doesn't want her, she starts eyeing Tianmu-ge. Dream on—"

"No wonder Brother Tianmu is ignoring me, it's all because of her, I'm going to kill her—"

"Ah—ah—"

On the coffee table, a photo was lit up on her phone screen: Li Tianmu and Jiang Yin were sitting across from each other eating, and Li Tianmu seemed to be smiling and talking to Jiang Yin.

Lin Xiyue, sitting on the other sofa, calmly and leisurely trimmed her nails with a small file.

After rubbing her nails a few times, she elegantly blew on them to disperse the nail clippings, then stretched out her hand to examine it carefully.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" she said quietly. "Murder is illegal, and even beating someone to vent your anger is illegal."

"Give her a beating?" Qin Wan'er stopped crying and seemed to understand. "Right, a beating might stop her from flirting with Brother Tianmu."

"Hey, don't even think about it," Lin Xiyue said seriously, patting the sofa next to her.

"What kind of image does a rich heiress have to get into a fight? Even if she asks for help, the other person has to be tight-lipped. Besides, these days, who can truly keep a secret? Young Master Wang's sworn brothers are well-connected in the underworld, but he's always living in fear."

Qin Wan'er calmed down and sat there thinking hard: "If I want someone to help me fight, I need to know where to find her first."

"Wouldn't we find out if we kept an eye on her for a few days? Let me tell you, don't even think about it." Lin Xiyue picked up a small gold file and began filing the nails on her other hand, continuing to gently persuade Qin Wan'er:

"Sometimes you have to accept reality. If you lose to her, you lose. It's not a big deal."

Qin Wan'er's eyes blazed with anger as she gritted her teeth and said, "I'm not reconciled!"

Lin Xiyue chuckled softly, then fell silent, focusing intently on perfecting her exquisitely nude-looking nails.

......

The following afternoon, Tang Ning and Jiang Yin discussed matters in the office and talked about Xingxin Technology again.

Jiang Yin tapped the table unconsciously with her pen: "Did you see the financial news? Xingxin Technology has obtained new blueprints and high-end equipment. Although it wasn't explicitly stated, it's clearly the latest lithography and etching machines. The stock has surged again."

Tang Ning curled his lip, but had to admit, "At this point, being able to get your hands on this kind of equipment is pretty impressive."

Jiang Yin sighed, "To be honest, I'm quite envious. This field is a weakness of our country. It would be great if we could acquire it. If it falls into their hands, a ban would wipe it out."

Tang Ning clicked his tongue: "It's useless to bring it over. With the ban, it's remotely locked down. The blueprints have a tracking watermark, so we can't use them even if we want to. There will be endless legal battles to follow."

"But it can't all be wiped out," Jiang Yin said, lightly tossing her pen onto the table. "The technical staff are still here, the equipment and blueprints are still here. Even if they can't be used, they can still provide a basis and reference for reverse engineering and subsequent breakthroughs. This is the most difficult step from 0 to 1, and having these is equivalent to preserving the embers of the industry."

"There's no way to do it. We can't just rob them outright, can we? We wouldn't be the ones to rob them outright anyway." Tang Ning leaned back in her chair and rubbed her sore neck.

"Yes, there's nothing we can do about it." Jiang Yin sighed again.

At that moment, Jiang Yin's phone on the desktop received a message.

It was a message from Long Xingyuan: "Miss Jiang, my grandfather is much better now, and he is extremely grateful to you. He has difficulty moving around right now, so he asked me to treat you to a simple meal to express his thanks. He was wondering if you would be free after get off work tonight, would you do me the honor of joining us?"

After reading the message, Jiang Yin looked troubled and handed the phone to Tang Ning: "What should we do?"

Tang Ning took the book and read it: "What? What should we do? Go! They already said that, thanking you on behalf of Grandpa. It wouldn't be right if you didn't go, would it?"

"It's nothing, no need to thank me. Why don't you come with me?" Jiang Yin hesitated.

Tang Ning laughed: "Director Long didn't invite me, and besides, Tian Mu and I have a ball game tonight. Go ahead, don't just go back and forth between two places all day, go out and relax a bit."

Jiang Yin bit her lip and thought for a moment before replying, "Okay."

Long Xingyuan immediately sent a message saying he would pick up Jiang Yin that evening.

After getting off work, Jiang Yin only realized that Long Xingyuan had booked a meal at Lan Zhi Fang when she got into Long Xingyuan's car.

She hesitated for a moment, wondering whether to tell Director Long to change locations. That place was Qin Heming's stronghold, and the chances of running into him were high.

But then I thought, I'm perfectly aboveboard, why should I change my plans because of others? If they have to avoid me, then they should avoid me and stay away from me.

Long Xingyuan booked a private room called Quyuan Fenghe, which was not on the same floor as Shuimo Lanting, so Jiang Yin felt more at ease.

During the meal, Jiang Yin noticed that Long Xingyuan spoke with great literary flair and could compose eloquently.

This is in stark contrast to his appearance. He is the kind of ruggedly handsome man with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, exuding an air of grandeur, but unexpectedly, he has a scholarly temperament deep down.

Through conversation, I learned that Long Xingyuan's mother is a professor of classical literature at a university. No wonder, it turns out that it was due to the influence of his family.

Thanks to the understanding gained from the previous dinner, Long Xingyuan easily controlled the direction of the conversation during this meal, keeping the content focused on areas that Jiang Yin was interested in.

He knew that when dealing with a quiet person, you should find something they are interested in to talk about. In this way, you will discover a miracle—the quiet person will become very talkative.

Jiang Yin only mentioned what she could about shooting. Long Xingyuan said that when he was a child, his grandfather would take him to the army every winter and summer vacation to train, and his shooting skills were quite good.

He invited Jiang Yin to the shooting range for a competition sometime. Jiang Yin smiled and agreed, but in her heart she was thinking: Should I hold back? Otherwise, if I lose too badly, Director Long will be upset, right?

The meal was relaxed and enjoyable, and the two continued chatting happily in the lobby afterward.

"Director Long, hello! You're eating here too? What a coincidence." Lin Xiyue's voice interrupted their conversation.

Jiang Yin turned her head and saw Lin Xiyue and Ding Meiyu walking towards her and Long Xingyuan on the other side of the lobby, greeting them with smiles on their faces.

Jiang Yin's heart sank, and she cursed her bad luck; she had indeed run into them again. Without the slightest hesitation, she walked straight toward the gate as if they were nothing.

Long Xingyuan thought that Jiang Yin and Lin Xiyue probably didn't know each other and was thinking of introducing them, but seeing that Jiang Yin walked away without paying attention, he decisively gave up the idea and simply replied, "Hello!" before quickly following Jiang Yin's steps.

After walking a few steps, Jiang Yin heard Ding Meiyu call out from behind with a strong voice, "Manager Wang, please bring the Pu'er Red Label tea from Shuimo Lanting tonight, thank you."

Jiang Yin knew what Ding Meiyu meant, and found it amusing.

Before Jiang Yin could even reach the door, she saw Lin Rongsen walk in alone from outside. Jiang Yin didn't want to pay attention to him, but Lin Rongsen looked in her direction from afar.

Jiang Yin turned her head and glanced over. The instant their eyes met, she paused almost imperceptibly. Lin Rongsen's eyes were peculiar, and she couldn't quite make out the emotions within them.

The two hadn't met often before and had never made eye contact; this was the first time Lin Rongsen had looked at her proactively.

Their eyes met briefly before they looked away in silence, passing each other by.

Sitting in Long Xingyuan's car, Jiang Yin was still pondering what Lin Rongsen's strange look meant.

That look was too complex for her to decipher. But there was one element within it that made her feel slightly uncomfortable—it seemed to be pity!

......

A few days later, at 6 p.m., Lin Xiyue was having dinner at home when she suddenly received a message from Qin Wan'er: Sister Yueyue, come to Jijie Street quickly, there's a good show to watch.