Ex-wife becomes the world's number one hacker

Several days have passed since the operation ended, but Jiang Yin is still immersed in a certain emotion.

The emotion wasn't intense, but it lingered. It was like a program being repeatedly replayed, clearly completed but not yet retrieved by the system.

She kept replaying the details in her mind.

Every decision point, every parameter selection, and every second of compressed time was replayed in my mind over and over again.

In the past, when carrying out missions, Tang Ning would organize and coordinate, and I only needed to complete the technical part.

Moreover, he has always only been responsible for his own life and death.

This time, however, she had to include the life and death of another person in her calculations.

The weight pressed down on her relentlessly, making it difficult for her to breathe for a long time.

Although the ending was good, she still feels lingering fear whenever she recalls the process.

She knew very well that this was not weakness.

Rather, it is the price one must pay when one first realizes that the choices one makes can determine the life or death of others.

Due to confidentiality requirements, Downing did not know the specific details of the mission.

Therefore, she had to process these complex and chaotic emotions on her own.

Jiang Yin discovered that every time she truly came close to life and death, it forced her to re-examine many things.

It wasn't a surge of passion, nor was it an epiphany; it was more like a forced awakening.

For example, how they treated Qin Heming.

For a long time, she thought she had let it go.

But those uncontrollable "stress" physiological reactions still reminded her that some things had not disappeared, but were just suppressed deep inside.

She had long since given up on him, yet resentment still lingered.

Actually, if you think about it carefully: he just doesn't like me and happens to like the opposite of me. If I hadn't liked him in the first place, none of this would have happened.

It's said that hate lasts longer than love.

But if a person continues to live with this kind of emotion, in essence, they are still trapping themselves in the past.

She didn't want to continue like this.

She decided to let it go. Not to forgive, nor to let go.

It simply means completely removing that person from your emotional system.

Let each of us find our own peace and take responsibility for our own lives.

After all, he was still Se Se's father.

However, she has no intention of letting go of those wicked people who are malicious and use human lives as bargaining chips.

At this moment, Jiang Yin looked at the "Notice on Public Bidding for Dual-Use Military and Civilian Reconnaissance Support UAVs" issued by the National Research Institute on the table.

She looked up at Tang Ning: "Are you sure Zhixun Inspection Zone is going to participate in the bidding?"

"Yes," Tang Ning answered readily. "I've seen the list."

Jiang Yin frowned and asked, "Can we bid without a military production license?"

"Sure," Tang Ning nodded. "This is a research and development bid, not related to production. And if we win the bid, it will be a plus for the subsequent license application."

Jiang Yin was silent for a moment: "Qin Heming was forced to back down by us. Is he planning to take this different route to get the permit?"

"Not necessarily." Tang Ning shook his head. "They started researching it a long time ago. They probably got inside information in advance."

Jiang Yin reached out and patted the notice.

"Then we'll participate too," she said calmly. "You can register. Bidding starts in June, there's still time."

"clear."

Jiang Yin never considered herself a saint.

Now that the opportunity was in front of her, she was determined not to let it slip by.

She has always believed in one thing: some people should bear the consequences of their actions.

The last time we shorted Xingxin, we didn't completely cripple them; instead, we gave them a chance to breathe.

No rush, take your time.

Since the game has already been set up, there's no need to rush to close it down.

How long can the fish on the cutting board keep jumping around?

Jiang Yin smiled softly as she thought of this.

I went to the cafeteria for lunch.

While getting her food, Jiang Yin wasn't sure if the dish stir-fried with celery was beef or pork, so she asked the cook, "Is this pork or beef?"

The other person didn't say anything, but lowered their head, as if deliberately avoiding her gaze.

Jiang Yin didn't hear a reply. She looked up and saw a woman wearing a mask, so she couldn't see her face. She hadn't seen her before and she must be new.

Thinking the other person hadn't heard her, she asked again, "Master, is this dish made with pork or beef?"

Unexpectedly, the other person threw the spoon into the vegetable bowl, turned around, and walked away quickly.

Jiang Yin froze for a moment, then turned to look at Tang Ning: "Does my expression look scary?"

Tang Ning comforted her, saying, "No, maybe she's new and a bit timid, or maybe she's in a hurry to get to the back. It has nothing to do with you, don't overthink it."

"Oh." Jiang Yin remained noncommittal, but inwardly reflected that she should adjust herself and not let her emotions show too obviously on her face.

.......

Ding Meiyu returned home around 9 p.m.

After changing his shoes and entering the living room, he found Lin Rongsen lying flat on the sofa, his head resting on the armrest, one hand covering his heart, the other on his forehead, and his eyes closed.

Ding Meiyu didn't say anything, and took off her trench coat as she walked towards the stairs.

"I'm back." Lin Rongsen opened his eyes and looked at Ding Meiyu.

Ding Meiyu turned around: "Hmm, why don't you go to the bedroom to sleep?"

"Did Xiao Ke tell you that I wasn't feeling well?" Lin Rongsen removed his hand from his forehead.

Ding Meiyu remained unmoved: "If you're sick, go see Chen Mo. I'm not a doctor, what's the use of telling me?"

"Aren't you familiar with Chen Mo?" Lin Rongsen asked Ding Meiyu calmly.

Ding Meiyu suddenly frowned: "What do you mean? Explain yourself."

Lin Rongsen placed one arm back on his forehead and closed his eyes again: "...It doesn't mean anything."

Ding Meiyu paused for two seconds, then turned around and strode upstairs.

She changed into her pajamas, pushed open Lin Xiyue's bedroom door, and found Lin Xiyue lying on the bed video chatting with someone.

"Hey Mom, why did you come in without knocking again?" Lin Xiyue quickly turned off the video and complained loudly, "Can't you respect other people's privacy?"

Seeing that she quickly turned off the video, Ding Meiyu's gaze lingered on her face for a moment, guessing that the other person must be Wang Qian.

Ding Meiyu frowned: "You should contact him less. If it weren't for him, would we have been able to find outside help after the Xingxin incident?"

"But if it weren't for him, who would help us find Heming and bring him back?" Lin Xiyue threw her phone on the bed and retorted.

Ding Meiyu sat on the edge of the bed, her movements unhurried and her expression unwavering: "How come I heard that Wang Qian also went to Cannes for the fashion show? You two even walked the red carpet together?"

Lin Xiyue rolled her eyes, thinking: I guess Mom saw the red carpet photos, and I can't hide it from her anymore.

"They went," Lin Xiyue said to Ding Meiyu, raising her eyebrows with interest.

"You don't know, he's very famous abroad, and many celebrities are his fans."

Ding Meiyu didn't respond to her question, but instead frowned and continued, "You asked him to come along?"

"Of course not, the brand invited us, and we just happened to run into them," Lin Xiyue lied without batting an eye.

Ding Meiyu shifted her position, facing Lin Xiyue directly, and deliberately softened her tone:

"Let me emphasize this to you again, Qin Heming is your best choice, you have to hold on to him, don't be indecisive."

She paused for a moment, then quickly added, "It's not just Wang Qian, it's others too."

Lin Xiyue sat up abruptly: "Wang Qian and I aren't in that kind of relationship. We're just best friends. Don't overthink it."

"But it's not good for you two, a lone man and a lone woman, to always hang out together. This time you actually went to Cannes together and even walked the red carpet together." Ding Meiyu glared at Lin Xiyue with exasperation.

Lin Xiyue was utterly speechless: "The three of us walked the red carpet together. Doesn't that make it clearer to everyone that we're innocent? Otherwise, why is Heming still with us?"

"Did the three of you stay together the whole time you were in Cannes?" Ding Meiyu asked, staring into Lin Xiyue's eyes.

Lin Xiyue calmly replied, "Of course, Heming only went to his room for a few hours of meetings in the middle of the day; the rest of the time we were together."

"Including watching the sunrise?" Ding Meiyu continued to ask.

"How did you know I watched the sunrise?" Lin Xiyue asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Your WeChat profile picture, and you also posted it on your Moments." Ding Meiyu pointed at the mattress with her finger.

"Of course, we went together. If you don't believe me, ask Wang Qian." Lin Xiyue didn't hesitate at all.

But a pang of regret lingered in her heart: How could I have forgotten this? I should have just blocked my mother from seeing this. If she knew I went alone with Wang Qian, she'd be furious.

Ding Meiyu paused for two seconds, as if confirming something, before speaking, "Then how come some people said they saw cranes calling in Maryland, Country A?"

"Huh? Who said that? How could that be?" Lin Xiyue raised her eyebrows in surprise. "He's been at the hotel the whole time, and he even ordered two meals during the meeting. Besides, apart from those few hours, we've been together the whole time. How could he have had time to fly there?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she quickly went through the timeline in her mind—from Cannes to Maryland, it was simply impossible.

Thinking of this, she said to Ding Meiyu with certainty, "It takes at least thirty hours to get from Cannes to Maryland. How could Heming possibly fly back and forth in just a few hours during the meeting?"

She paused for a moment, then, as if finding the question somewhat absurd, added with a smile, "Unless he has a magic door."

"Hmm, that's true." Ding Meiyu lowered her head and pondered for a moment. "Then perhaps someone else misread it."

Ding Meiyu stood up: "No matter what, you still need to keep your distance from Wang Qian. Don't be so oblivious even if He Ming doesn't say anything. Go to sleep early, I'm leaving."

"Okay, I know, you're so long-winded."