Redemption from the Abyss: The School Beauty Insists on Pulling Me Out of the Mire

The romantic atmosphere didn't last long after that watermelon-scented kiss ended.

As the sky outside the window sank completely into a deep blue, the two tacitly tidied up the fruit plate and magazines on the coffee table and drew the heavy blackout curtains.

Two long tables were pushed together; this end was Xie Wang's position.

The flickering lights of the three monitors accentuated his cold, hard brow. He was no longer the lazy boy he once was. His fingertips tapped rapidly on the mechanical keyboard, lines of green code flashing across his pupils.

That's Su Qinghe's battlefield.

She sat cross-legged in a chair, wearing glasses, her long hair casually tied up. Beside her was a half-meter-high pile of printed materials—all the publicly available financial reports and tender documents about Tianlong Group that could be found in the Su family's business intelligence network.

The only sounds were the rustling of paper turning and the crisp clicking of the keyboard.

"K did open the back door, but there's something fishy going on inside."

Xie Wang stared at the screen, his voice a little hoarse, but his fingers never stopped:

"Gu Tianlong's group set up a honeypot trap to lure me into that fake financial database. If I stepped in, my IP address would be exposed on the spot."

"Don't go into that warehouse."

Su Qinghe didn't even look up, his red pen emphatically circling a document titled "South Suburb Ecological Park Project Proposal":

"That's a smokescreen. I've seen their annual report from last year, and the flow of funds for this project in the southern suburbs is not right. The books show an investment of 300 million yuan in infrastructure, but the steel and cement on the procurement list amount to less than 100 million yuan."

She looked up and pushed the paper towards Xie Wang:

"The remaining two hundred million simply vanished from the books."

"It's a shadow account."

Su Qinghe pulled out a complex equity structure diagram from a pile of documents, and pointed his finger at an inconspicuous branch:

"Hongyuan Trading, whose legal representative is the wife of Gu Tianlong's driver, has a registered capital of 500,000 yuan and a turnover of 400 million yuan last year."

She looked at Xie Wang, her eyes sharp:

"Check it."

"receive."

Xie Wang turned around and his ten fingers returned to the keyboard.

Crackle, crackle.

The offensive was reversed, and the target was locked.

While the program was running the brute-force script, Xie Wang picked up the iced Americano on the table and took a sip. The icy liquid slid down his throat, slightly reducing the redness in his eyes.

He turned his head to look at Su Qinghe, who was focused on checking the reports, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he suddenly spoke:

"Qinghe".

"Hmm?" Su Qinghe was still calculating data, his brows furrowed slightly. "What's wrong?"

"There's something I didn't tell you in detail before because I was afraid you'd worry."

Xie Wang put down his cup, his tone very calm, as if he were talking about a trivial matter:

"Do you remember the day I took you to buy a suit? After I put you in the car, I was being watched at the entrance of the mall."

"Sizzle—"

The red pen drew a long, harsh line on the paper.

Su Qinghe looked up abruptly, her face paling instantly. She threw down her pen, walked around the table to him, and her gaze swept urgently over him:

"Who's there? Are you hurt?"

"No, I dumped him a long time ago."

Xie Wang reached out and pulled her over, pressing her onto his lap. He encircled her in a protective gesture, patting her back soothingly.

"He wasn't a passerby, he was a professional. He followed me all the way to the subway station. I shook him off, but I couldn't find him."

He looked into Su Qinghe's eyes and said earnestly:

"Gu Tianlong may have already noticed me, perhaps because of the national competition, or perhaps because of what happened back then."

Su Qinghe's fingers gripped Xie Wang's clothes tightly, his knuckles turning white.

"I'm in the light, and they're in the dark; it's disgusting."

Xie Wang turned his head and looked at the data stream that was jumping wildly on the screen:

"But it's all right now."

"Once we expose the true colors of this 'Hongyuan Trading' that you've found, the balance of power will shift."

"At that time, we were in the dark, and they were in the light."

Su Qinghe took a deep breath, suppressing the fear in his heart.

She grasped Xie Wang's hand in return, her voice still trembling slightly, but her eyes were exceptionally firm:

"Then let's get our hands on the evidence; it's our shield."

"drop--!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the computer emitted a crisp notification sound.

A green dialog box pops up on the screen:

Target Acquired.

Access Granted: HongYuan_Trade_DB (Access granted to HongYuan Trade Database)

Xie Wang and Su Qinghe turned their heads at the same time.

Massive amounts of transaction records flooded the screen like a flowing stream.

Xie Wang quickly entered the filtering command to filter out invalid information.

The screen is frozen.

All that remained were shocking transfer records—each one originating from the Tianlong Group's southern suburbs project department and then rapidly dispersing to more than a dozen offshore accounts overseas.

Although the remarks section was encrypted, it was practically useless in Xie Wang's eyes.

"Found it."

Su Qinghe stared at the numbers, his breathing becoming rapid:

"This is solid evidence. Embezzlement and money laundering. Once this is exposed, Gu Tianlong will be severely punished, if not killed."

"That's called courting death, finding an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow."

Xie Wang narrowed his eyes, hovered his finger over the Enter key, and then pressed it down heavily.

"Copy, back up, encrypt."

The progress bar completed very quickly.

Xie Wang unplugged the black USB drive containing the evidence.

"Click".

He locked the USB drive in the drawer and threw the key into his pocket.

Xie Wang looked at the girl in his arms.

After intense mental exertion, a wave of exhaustion washes over you.

Xie Wang didn't speak, but buried his head in Su Qinghe's neck and took a deep breath. The faint scent of lemon shower gel on her body finally relaxed his nerves, which had been tense all night.

"Are you tired?" His voice was muffled.

"I'm tired." Su Qinghe nodded honestly; she felt like her brain was about to stop working.

I'm tired too.

Xie Wang nuzzled against her neck:

"Hold me for a while."

Su Qinghe was incredibly soft-hearted.

She reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her chin on the top of his head, and gently patted his back.

"Thank you for your vain."

"Um?"

Go to sleep.

"it is good."

Go to sleep.

Xie Wang looked at the girl who was almost asleep in his arms, and without saying a word, he bent down, put one hand under her knees and the other hand around her back, and steadily lifted her up horizontally.

"Thank you, Wang..." Su Qinghe exclaimed, instinctively hugging his neck tightly, her voice soft and gentle.

"Don't move, I'll carry you to sleep."

Xie Wang carried her into the bedroom, his steps heavy but steady.

He walked to the bedside and gently laid her down.

Su Qinghe sank into the soft pillow and almost fell asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.

Xie Wang pulled the air-conditioning blanket over her and carefully covered her up, tucking the corners of the blanket in so that only her peaceful sleeping face was visible.

"Go to sleep."

He sat on the edge of the bed, reached out, and gently patted her back, as if soothing a child.

With the rhythmic tapping, Su Qinghe's breathing gradually became long and even, and he drifted off to sleep.

Xie Wang stopped what he was doing and looked at her sleeping face.

In the dim light, the girl's long eyelashes cast a small shadow on her eyelids, making her appear completely unguarded and trusting.

Xie Wang's eyes softened completely.

He slowly leaned down, held his breath, and placed a very light kiss on her forehead.

Goodnight, Su Qinghe.

He spoke in a voice that could only be heard through the air.

Then, he stood up and tiptoed out of the room.