Ex-wife becomes the world's number one hacker

Seeing Lin Xiyue's defiant attitude, Ding Meiyu's heart finally settled back into place.

To be honest, when she saw Jiang Yin appear in that kind of situation on the news at noon, she was really shocked: she was actually standing as tall as Qin Heming.

This thought was like a cold needle piercing her heart.

She knew very well what that meant. It wasn't just a simple appearance, nor was it corporate publicity; it was standing there representing the image of the country.

If this happens frequently over time...

She dared not think any further.

At this age, she understands one thing all too well: some thoughts, once allowed to run rampant, will get out of control.

In the afternoon, she specifically sought out Shen Lan and talked for a long time.

Shen Lan's tone on the other end of the phone was resolute, and every word she spoke struck a chord with her:

"Don't overthink it. Put Yueyue in that position, and she'll shine just as brightly. Right now, she just doesn't have a foothold in the domestic academic circle, and nobody's supporting her."

"As time goes on, once Yueyue achieves results, those opportunities to shine will naturally be out of reach for others."

That sounds agreeable and is reasonable enough.

Ding Meiyu repeatedly went over the matter in her mind, forcing herself to calm down.

Seeing Lin Xiyue sitting on the bed with a fierce look in her eyes, clearly determined to charge forward, the unease that had been hanging over her finally eased.

"Yes, your strength lies in your knowledge. Do a good job with the bidding process, embarrass her in public, and let others see what real talent is."

Lin Xiyue didn't reply, but lay back down and stared blankly at the ceiling.

Looking at her profile, Ding Meiyu added, "Could you ask Heming to help you ensure everything goes perfectly?"

"Of course Heming will help me." Lin Xiyue closed her eyes, her tone completely matter-of-fact.

"Do a good job, that's what Heming values ​​most." Ding Meiyu finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw her determined look.

She sat for a few seconds, and when she realized that her daughter didn't intend to speak again, she figured she was really tired, so she got up to leave.

Just as she was about to get up, Lin Xiyue's soft voice came from beside her:

"Where did Dad go? I feel like I haven't seen him for days."

"He's gone to the temple to cultivate himself," Ding Meiyu said as she got up and walked out.

"He's always been in poor health and has trouble sleeping. Instead of seeking medical help, he's turned to metaphysics."

"She's really acting on a whim, completely unreasonable." Ding Meiyu pouted and walked out the door.

She closed the door behind her with a soft thud.

The room fell silent.

Outside, Ding Meiyu stood in the corridor, not leaving immediately.

She raised her hand and pressed her temples to calm herself down.

Then, straightening his back, he walked towards his bedroom.

.......

at the same time.

Wuling Mountain, Dayin Temple.

As the evening bell tolled in the meditation hall faded, the monks and laypeople departed one by one, leaving only the incense and silence in the room.

Lin Rongsen remained kneeling in the same spot, his prayer mat sinking deep into the ground.

"May the Bodhisattva bless us, so that we may sleep peacefully tonight. Namo Amitabha Buddha." This was Lin Rongsen's daily prayer after starting his evening service. His voice was extremely low, almost a whisper between his lips and teeth.

"Esteemed benefactor, why haven't you left yet?"

Lin Rongsen shuddered and suddenly opened his eyes. Abbot Liaochen was already standing in front of him, his gray-white monk's robe hanging quietly, his face bearing his usual gentle smile, which showed his understanding of the world but did not reveal it.

Lin Rongsen hurriedly tried to get up, but his knees were stiff from kneeling for so long.

Liao Chen raised his hand and gestured: "No rush, please sit for a moment. If you don't mind my rambling, we can chat for a while."

Lin Rongsen sat up straight again, unconsciously rubbing his knees with both hands. His Adam's apple bobbed, but he didn't make a sound.

Liao Chen sat down cross-legged, his voice as still as an ancient well: "Benefactor Lin has been here for several days now. In this quiet place of cultivation, has your mind found any peace?"

Lin Rongsen glanced up at the master's gentle, smiling face, then quickly lowered his gaze. After a long silence, he finally spoke, his voice hoarse:

"Master... I always dream of people and events from the past, vividly as if they happened yesterday. But... time can never be turned back... which makes it impossible for me to sleep at night."

He paused, staring at his tightly clenched hands, his knuckles turning white.

"I... am ashamed to face my past self... and I cannot reconcile with my present self." These words were almost squeezed out from between his teeth.

"A stubborn obsession is like a mountain, naturally suffocating a person." Liao Chen gently flicked the prayer beads in his hand; the wooden beads touched each other, producing a soft but clear "click" sound.

"Either turn around and face the mountain directly, or learn to step out from its shadow. The choice is entirely up to you."

Lin Rongsen's shoulders slumped almost imperceptibly, and his voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz:

"Several years have passed like this. If... if I could get out of this situation... I wouldn't be here."

"Benefactor," Liao Chen's voice remained calm, yet carried a clarity that pierced through the fog.

"You say you're afraid to see your past self. Have you ever considered that this agonizing fear might be the last echo of the past, sent to you across the years?"

Lin Rongsen was stunned and looked at the master in confusion.

"It makes you uneasy, it wakes you up in fear, it keeps you awake at night," Liao Chen said slowly.

"This is not punishment, but proof that your conscience is not dead. It is reminding you that some things cannot be let go of, nor can they be bypassed."

The master spoke more slowly, his gaze seemingly piercing through the meditation hall and looking into the boundless night:

"To admit one's mistakes and correct them is the greatest virtue. This 'correction' does not mean erasing them, but rather how to take responsibility after facing them."

Lin Rongsen sat there in a daze, the candlelight flickering in his eyes.

The master saw that he was as if he were in deep meditation, and slowly stood up and walked out of the hall.

The sound of the door opening startled Lin Rongsen awake.

Watching the master's retreating figure as he was about to step out the door, Lin Rongsen prostrated himself before him, touching the ground with his head:

"Thank you for your guidance, Master."

Outside the hall, the mountain wind swept through the ancient pines, its mournful sound like the roar of waves.

.......

After the EU business delegation left, Jiang Yin and Tang Ning threw themselves back into their busy work.

Existing projects should be continued, new projects brought by the delegation should be launched for research and development, and Binhai should begin its upgrade and transformation.

The two of them are busy every day without stopping.

On this day, Jiang Yin was busy in the laboratory as usual.

Tang Ning walked in with light steps: "Young Master has brought the latest battle report."

"What?" Jiang Yin looked up at Tang Ning.

"The intelligent patrol industry is going crazy with bidding for that project, even the two industrial-grade drones we've been developing have been sidelined." Tang Ning chuckled, then continued:

"It's obvious they're determined to win and have to gain the upper hand over us."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yin laughed: "That's what makes it interesting. It's boring if the opponent is too weak."

"That's the kind of domineering aura we're looking for." Tang Ning gave Jiang Yin a thumbs up.

He then glanced at the time: "Don't work too late, let me know you're home safely. I'm going to play a couple of rounds with the young master after get off work; I've been too tired lately."

Jiang Yin gave Tang Ning an OK sign.

Around 9 p.m., Jiang Yin had just gotten home from get off work when the internal phone rang. It was Yu Haiquan.

He succinctly gave her an IP address: "Check this person out."

Jiang Yin logged in, her target being Lu Xun—the nephew of Aunt Zhixia's husband, whom she had met at Grandma Yu's house.

She remembered that he had said he would come to Professor Ouyang's office in June, and judging by the time, it was about time now.

The fact that they asked me to check is probably just a routine background check.

However, as the investigation deepened, Jiang Yin's eyebrows furrowed higher and higher.

She followed all the traces this IP left in the digital world and dug deep.

An hour later, she sent back to Yu Haiquan a complete package of information that far exceeded the scope of a typical background check.