Ex-wife becomes the world's number one hacker

A few minutes later, Tang Ning arrived at Jiang Yin's office carrying a small white handkerchief:

"Qin Heming is at the Science and Technology Park today; we can go there now."

"Let's go." Jiang Yin picked up a folder from the table, got up, and walked out.

She noticed the small handkerchief in Tang Ning's hand and frowned, asking, "What are you doing with that?"

"Weren't you just stressed?" Tang Ning clicked her tongue. "Better safe than sorry."

Jiang Yin almost burst out laughing: Tang Ning is so thoughtful.

After signing the contract last time, Jiang Yin told him about her stress. Considering her status, she couldn't see an outside psychologist, so Tang Ning volunteered to act as her psychologist. For this, he even dug out his old university textbooks and reviewed them again.

Dr. Tang's final conclusion was: it's better to guide than to block; next time you see Qin Heming, just prepare wet wipes or similar items in advance.

The two walked out of Building 2, crossed the central square, and headed towards Building 3, where Qin's Technology was located.

Two rising stars in the tech world, hailed as leaders of the future drone industry, walked confidently down the central square, one with a folder around his neck and the other carrying a small rag.

This is the scene Lin Xiyue saw while standing by the smart patrol window, holding her phone.

She frowned and said to the person on the other end of the phone, "I know, be more careful next time. Your messages have been getting slower and slower lately."

Jiang Yin and Tang Ning took the elevator to the top floor, where the receptionist, having been notified, led them to the conference room.

Before I even reached the conference room door, I saw Qin Heming already waiting there with a smile on his face.

Jiang Yin nodded in acknowledgment and calmly walked into the conference room.

Tang Ning then fawned over Jiang Yin, quickly wiping the chair a few times with a small white handkerchief. After Jiang Yin sat down, he wiped the table in front of her.

Qin Heming didn't mind and asked with a smile, "What would you like to drink?"

"No need," Jiang Yin said calmly. "It will be over soon."

Upon hearing this, Qin Heming did not insist and went to sit down across the conference table.

Jiang Yin placed the folder she was holding on the table, pushed it towards Qin Heming, and said with a smile:

"President Qin, please take a look at this first."

Qin Heming took the folder, opened it, and was surprised to find that it was a "Compliance Risk Warning Letter" issued by the National Research Institute to the Qin Group.

The letter states that Panshi Unmanned Aerial Vehicle Company, a subsidiary of the Qin Group, is suspected of improperly using protected national patented technology and poses a potential risk of leaking confidential data. It requests that complete supporting documentation be submitted within five days of receiving the notification.

The seals are complete, confirming it is an original document issued by the National Research Institute.

At this moment, Jiang Yin gently reminded him from across the room, "President Qin, please pay close attention to the second point and the final legal consequences."

Qin Heming shifted his gaze downwards: ...If the violation is overdue or verified, the relevant qualifications will be permanently revoked, and criminal liability will be pursued in accordance with the law.

Qin Heming looked up, raising an eyebrow: "Why did you two send this?"

Jiang Yin, with a warm and friendly expression, said, "I've been entrusted by the National Research Institute to exercise the right of interpretation. Because of your company's issues..."

She paused for a moment, then added with a smile, "I was the one who reported it."

Then, Jiang Yin and Tang Ning stared intently at Qin Heming's face, wanting to see him crack, to see him get angry, to see his expression change, to see his pupils dilate, or even just to see him frown.

Unfortunately, none of them were available.

Qin Heming laughed, and the smile grew wider and wider until he even laughed out loud.

Jiang Yin narrowed her eyes, her smile unchanged, but inwardly she thought sarcastically: What a good actor!

Tang Ning was taken aback: Was this a laugh born of extreme anger?

He clicked his tongue impatiently: "President Qin, stop laughing. You understand what it means to give you this, right?"

"Understood, understood." Qin Heming finally managed to stop laughing. "The announcement will be issued immediately."

Seeing that he had achieved his goal, Jiang Yin got up and left.

Qin Heming smiled and stood up, saying, "I'll see you off."

"No need," Jiang Yin said loudly, and walked straight out of the conference room toward the elevator.

Just as I arrived at the elevator lobby, an elevator arrived.

The elevator doors opened, and Lin Xiyue stumbled out. Her bun, which had been styled in a bun at the back of her head, had come undone, leaving her looking disheveled, and one of her soft-soled shoes had fallen off and was lying nearby.

Lin Xiyue looked up and saw Jiang Yin. While putting her foot back into her lost shoe, she said gruffly, "What are you doing here? Are you tired of living again?"

Jiang Yin ignored her and walked past her directly into the elevator. She had only one feeling in her mind: she used to look at people at eye level, but now she had to look down to see them, and she was actually a little unaccustomed to it.

Just then, Lin Xiyue suddenly saw Qin Heming coming out of the corridor and froze. Her heart jumped into her throat; she wasn't sure if Qin Heming had heard what she had just said.

Qin Heming raised an eyebrow, looking at her calmly and asking, "Why are you here?"

Then, without waiting for her reply, he politely waved to Jiang Yin and Tang Ning in the elevator: "Goodbye, you two."

After the elevator left, he turned to Lin Xiyue and said, "Come sit in my office for a while, I need to talk to you about something."

Lin Xiyue breathed a sigh of relief: She probably didn't hear it, thank goodness.

A gentle smile appeared on her face as she followed Qin Heming toward his office.

As Qin Heming passed Huang Wei's office, he knocked on the door and called out, "Is the coffee ready? Miss Lin has arrived."

After Lin Xiyue sat down on the sofa, Qin Heming handed her a large hard card.

She took it and saw that it was an invitation to the Maison de lumière early spring resort fashion show, a top international luxury brand.

On the black cardstock, the brand's iconic perforated beam pattern gleams matte gold in the sunlight. Below the time and location, a line of almost invisible French text is printed: L'ombre portée de la lumière.

Lin Xiyue knew that these early spring resort shows were just as important as traditional fashion weeks, and were the focus of attention for global fashion media and buyers.

She also knew that the Qin family was a shareholder of the brand. She further knew that Qin Heming disliked participating in these kinds of entertainment activities; although he received invitations every year, he never went.

"You must be bored out of your mind in the hospital these past few days, right?" Qin Heming sat down at his desk. "If you want to get some fresh air, I can take you."

He tidied up the documents scattered on the desk and then said, "But I have official business to attend to, so I'm afraid I can't keep you company. Do you have any friends in Cannes that we could hang out with?"

Lin Xiyue was so excited when Qin Heming told her he would take her there that she almost jumped for joy.

Hearing that she could also play with friends, she was overjoyed.

She tried to control her expression, her fingers tracing the embossed brand logo on the invitation, and tentatively asked, "Wang Qian...is that alright?"

Qin Heming started working on the computer, saying casually, "Sure. I think you two get along quite well, probably because you're both in the music industry and have common interests."

"Mmm." Lin Xiyue smiled sweetly, thinking to herself: Mom is really overthinking it. Heming's feelings for me have clearly not changed at all.

On the other side, Jiang Yin and Tang Ning had been grinning from ear to ear ever since the elevator doors closed.

Jiang Yin smiled and looked at Tang Ning: "Let me tell you, don't be fooled by his smile, he's probably heartbroken inside. For someone as confident as him, losing once is worse than death for him."

Tang Ning laughed so hard he bent over: "These patents are all yours. You, as the author, warned about future risks. The research institute will definitely believe you; they won't be able to file an appeal."

After laughing for a while, he clicked his tongue and frowned slightly: "But... why do I feel something's off? After going around in circles, we're the ones who benefit in the end?"

Jiang Yin decisively waved her hand: "Suppress this feeling, don't be misled. I've had this feeling before, but every time he would give me a 'heavy punch' to wake me up."

Then, she calmly added, "The battle has begun, and he won't give up easily. We need to be careful of his counterattack."

"Then I'll sleep with one eye open tonight," Tang Ning said seriously.

Jiang Yin laughed out loud: "No need for that, you should get some rest."

It felt so good to win, especially against Qin Heming. The two of them laughed all the way back to the office.

.......

At midnight, Ding Mancai walked out of the massage parlor deep in the alley, completely satisfied.

A cool breeze blew by, and he couldn't help but shiver.

His phone rang, and he stopped to answer it: "Manfu? What's up?"

"Oh, I haven't received it yet." Ding Mancai leaned against the nearby utility pole, listening to the voice on the other end of the phone.

He then replied, "Laidi's attitude was quite tough this time. She said that her business was in trouble and she had no money."

He paused for two seconds, then said into the microphone, "Yes, it's a lie, who would believe that? Yeah, if she doesn't give it to me, I won't leave. Let's just wait and see who gets scared in the end, hehehehe."

After hanging up the phone, he hummed a little tune as he walked out of the alley.

As he passed a bread cart with its door open, two figures suddenly sprang out from the shadows, covered his mouth, and shoved him into the cart like a sack of potatoes. The door slammed shut in just two or three seconds, and the alley returned to silence.

The bread truck drove out of the dark alley and onto the main road.

The headlights had barely been on for two seconds when two black SUVs silently followed from the shadows on the roadside...