Ex-wife becomes the world's number one hacker

The gentle breeze of early summer nights carries the scent of fresh grass.

Jiang Yin sat on the rocking chair on the balcony, quietly gazing at the dark night sky outside. It was going to rain.

Around 11 p.m., the entire villa area was quiet, with only the rustling of cicadas and the sound of leaves.

The landline phone on my lap suddenly rang, breaking the silence of the night. The call I had been waiting for for days had finally come.

Jiang Yin quickly answered the phone and held it to her ear:

"Hello, 05527, Deep Vision reporting!"

"Your application has been received and, after discussion and decision by higher authorities, your wake-up call has been approved. A special car will pick you up at 8 PM tomorrow and take you to the military airport to board a military aircraft to report to the base."

Yu Chu's deep voice came through the microphone; it was still so familiar and reassuring.

"I... want to leave now!"

"Now? It's midnight now, there's no suitable plane to bring you here, why the rush?"

"I'll take a commercial flight. I've checked, there are red-eye flights."

"What happened?"

"..." Jiang Yin pursed her lips and remained silent.

"Well... okay, be careful." Yu Chu thought for a moment before replying.

Jiang Yin quickly hung up the phone, turned around and went into the bedroom to start packing her things.

There wasn't much to pack.

When she first married into the family, all she had was a backpack, a few changes of clothes, and her identification documents.

The same applies when leaving.

Jiang Yin placed the already signed divorce agreement on the dressing table in her bedroom.

The document clearly states, "Give up custody and leave with nothing."

The wedding ring was placed on top.

Also placed there was the bank card Qin Heming usually gave her for daily expenses, but she couldn't remember how much money was in it.

Since he took his son away a year ago, Jiang Yin hasn't spent much money, nor has she had anywhere to spend it.

Jiang Yin hurried downstairs, assuming the servants were already asleep, but to her surprise, the kitchen light was still on.

Hearing footsteps, Aunt Wang came out of the kitchen. "Madam, it's so late, are you going out?"

Jiang Yin didn't answer but asked instead, "It's so late, why aren't you resting? What are you preparing?"

"Oh dear, the master and young master are coming back tomorrow. The young master specifically asked for black chicken soup, so I'll prepare the chicken and feed it to them first so it will be flavorful," Aunt Wang said with a smile.

Very well, even the servants know this, but she doesn't. It doesn't matter.

Jiang Yin smiled, turned around and walked towards the gate.

Worried about making too much noise, Jiang Yin didn't let a taxi into the villa area; she had to walk outside the community.

As I walked, I looked around. The routes I often took, the flowers and plants, all seemed so familiar.

Once you leave, you'll never come back.

In the distance, car headlights flickered, and a car was approaching.

Jiang Yin looked closely and realized it was Qin Heming's car. She quickly slipped into the shadows.

The extended Bentley drove past, its thick black bulletproof glass completely obscuring everything inside; nothing could be seen.

However, Jiang Yin was certain that Qin Heming was inside.

This car is his own; he won't give it to anyone else when he's not around.

Jiang Yin pondered: Perhaps something serious has happened in his business? Otherwise, given Qin Heming's extremely shrewd and unflappable nature, he would never rush back in the middle of the night.

Moreover, even for Lin Xiyue's sake, he wouldn't be willing to return to China unless it was something extremely important.

The car sped past.

Jiang Yin watched the taillights of the car gradually disappear into the distance, unsure if her son was inside.

Thinking of her son, Qin Se, her heart softened.

The last time I saw him was a year ago.

Since Qin Heming took her son to Country A, the mother and son have not seen each other for a year.

For more than a year, Jiang Yin was always filled with mixed feelings whenever she thought of her son.

There is both longing and guilt.

Sometimes I even wonder: was it the right thing to have him in the first place?

What she felt guilty about was that she brought him into this world but never gave him a normal family life.

Jiang Yin lived with her son until he was two years old.

Qin Heming was busy with business all over the country, sometimes even spending holidays away from home.

Aside from home, the only place Jiang Yin could take her son for a stroll was the Qin family's old house.

When Grandma Qin misses her and her great-grandson, she will arrange for a car to pick them up.

Two years after his son turned two, Qin Heming took him directly to Country A under the pretext of developing his son's intelligence and exposing him to a language environment as early as possible.

Jiang Yin knew that the excuse was false; her real intention was to accompany Lin Xiyue.

Bringing her son along was a way to cultivate a relationship with his future stepmother while he was still young, and to completely erase her, his biological mother, from his mind.

Jiang Yin stood there for a moment, steadied herself, and then strode out of the residential area.

.......

Qin Heming's car drove into the villa's courtyard.

The butler hurried out while putting on his coat, clearly awakened by the sound of the car engine.

"Why did you come back early, sir?"

At this moment, Qin Heming had already gotten out of the car with his son in his arms, and the driver drove the car into the garage.

The butler reached out to take Qin Se's hand, but Qin Heming avoided it, saying, "If you're asleep, don't switch hands."

As he spoke, he stepped through the gate of the villa.

Aunt Wang was still busy in the kitchen when she heard the noise and came out to say hello.

The villa was peaceful, just like any other time.

Qin Heming carried his son upstairs to his son's room, carefully placed him on the bed, covered him with a blanket, and dimmed the bedside lamp.

Then, as he walked outside, he glanced into Jiang Yin's room.

The door was wide open, the lights were on, but no one was there.

Qin Heming frowned and asked the housekeeper, "Where is Madam?"

"Isn't she here? She was here before she went to bed last night. Maybe she went for a night run." The housekeeper looked bewildered.

Yes, Jiang Yin has a habit of jogging at night.

When I can't sleep at night, I like to go for a run in the hill park in my neighborhood.

Qin Heming didn't say anything more, turned around and went into his bedroom to change clothes and take a shower.

When I came out of the shower, Jiang Yin still hadn't returned.

Aunt Wang happened to come up to bring Qin Heming tea. Seeing Qin Heming looking towards Jiang Yin's bedroom, she said, "Madam went out for a stroll, carrying a small bag."

Qin Heming's expression immediately darkened.

Aunt Wang flinched, sensing that her husband was about to get angry, and quickly put down her teacup and retreated.

The servants had always known that the husband and wife's relationship was not like that of an ordinary couple; they not only spent little time together but also slept in separate rooms.

In addition, the husband does not allow his wife to enter his study or bedroom.

Qin Heming entered Jiang Yin's room, and everything was unchanged; nothing had been moved.

But there seemed to be some documents on the dressing table.

Upon closer inspection, he discovered it was a divorce agreement, with a diamond ring and bank cards on it.

He picked up the agreement and stared at it for a long time.

I took out my phone and entered the number, but a mechanical female voice said, "The number you dialed is not in service..."

Qin Heming lowered his eyes.

.......

Jiang Yin curled up in the seat by the porthole, feeling drowsy.

The cabin was packed; even on such a red-eye flight, it was crammed with people chasing after cheap tickets.

The money saved can be used to enroll a child in an extra tutoring class, buy two bottles of health supplements for the elderly, or help a young person make a down payment on a house.

Everyone carries worries and hopes in their hearts.

This applies to all living beings.

But where does her heart lie?

Eight years ago, she lost all her family members overnight.

Now, she is alone again, and has fled in panic once more.