Ex-wife becomes the world's number one hacker

"Attorney Ding Meiyu, Room 302."

The shouts from the detention center pulled Lin Xiyue back to reality.

Attorney Tong had finished the conversation and nodded to her.

She got up and followed him toward the door.

In the meeting room, Ding Meiyu was already sitting at the table.

Upon seeing Lin Xiyue enter, she was first stunned, then her eyes lit up with surprise, and her body instinctively tried to stand up.

Attorney Tong stopped her with a quick glance. The guards were sitting on the other side of the one-way glass wall; making them realize that it would be troublesome if a relative slipped in.

The mother and daughter could only exchange an incredibly complex look through the air.

The two sat down opposite Ding Meiyu.

Attorney Tong cut to the chase: "Tell me what happened."

After a moment's consideration, Ding Meiyu leaned forward and said, "The police were asking about...it seems to be about the fall from the building more than twenty years ago. They seem to have something on them."

She paused, then lowered her voice even further: "I didn't admit to anything, I just said I'd wait for my lawyer to arrive."

"Well done." Attorney Tong nodded, also lowering her voice.

"From now on, unless I tell you what to say about that matter, you must not say anything. Now, tell me what happened."

During the conversation between Attorney Tong and Ding Meiyu, Lin Xiyue glanced at her mother: her usually neatly styled hair was now disheveled, her face was swollen, and her eyes were dark circles, making her look as if she had aged more than ten years overnight.

Her nose tingled, and tears almost fell.

But he also secretly breathed a sigh of relief: if it was something that happened more than 20 years ago, a personal matter, and had nothing to do with the company's shady business, then it would be much easier to handle.

The meeting time has arrived.

Attorney Tong got up to go and complete the formalities with the guards. Lin Xiyue, suppressing her reluctance, got up and prepared to leave with Attorney Tong.

Just then, Ding Meiyu suddenly grabbed her wrist and said rapidly in a breathy voice:

"There's still some money in your Cayman account. Don't worry about anything, just get out of here! Don't contact anyone, and get out of here!"

Lin Xiyue frowned, wanting to ask for the reason.

At this moment, the guards outside the door cast their gazes over from afar.

She had no choice but to withdraw her hand and adopt a businesslike tone: "Don't worry, we'll get to work on your case as soon as we get back. Please wait patiently."

Having said that, he picked up the folder and walked out gracefully.

As Ding Meiyu watched Lin Xiyue's departing figure, a chilling despair washed over her.

Lin Xiyue's reaction made her realize that she hadn't heard a single word of those desperate attempts to escape, those whispered attempts.

And there's nothing I can do right now.

She didn't sleep a wink last night after the interrogation ended.

Fragments of thoughts churned in her mind, yet she could never piece together a complete picture. But a strange intuition told her: a terrible danger was approaching.

Like the gaping maw of a deep-sea monster, it was about to devour everything they possessed, bones and flesh.

......

Lin Xiyue said goodbye to Attorney Tong after leaving the detention center.

She had important business to attend to and someone important to meet.

August 18, 20:30, underground parking lot of Qin Group headquarters.

Lin Xiyue quietly lay on the back seat of the SUV.

This car was arranged by that man; the license plate is most likely a fake, and the tint on the car is dark enough.

However, just to be on the safe side, she still lowered her body.

She sneaked in during the 6 o'clock rush hour and had been lying there for two and a half hours.

For the past few hours, her mother's last words have been echoing in her mind.

She didn't know why her mother wanted her to leave.

The company's shady dealings have not been exposed, and its foundation remains intact.

Qin Heming treated her normally, far from the point where she needed to run away.

My mother must be crazy. She was the one who kept telling me to hold onto Qin Heming.

Besides, that annoying woman is about to be taken away.

Mom no longer needs to worry that she will take Qin Heming back, and she... no longer needs to worry that she will seduce Tingyun.

Unfortunately, I can't tell my mother this good news yet.

I must find an opportunity to tell her during my next visit.

"bite--"

The phone alarm went off.

21:00, time's up.

This was the time when the man promised to fix the surveillance and move the security guards.

Lin Xiyue straightened up and decisively got out of the car.

She dressed rather casually today: a relaxed outfit, soft-soled sneakers, making it easy for her to move around.

I lowered my head and quickly walked into the elevator, heading straight to the top floor.

They didn't encounter a single person on the way to the president's office.

She quickly entered the password she knew by heart and slipped inside.

She didn't turn on the light; the moonlight outside the window was enough.

I turned on the desktop computer on my desk, the screen lit up, and the cat-themed screensaver appeared.

She glanced at the time in the bottom right corner: 21:03.

Enter the same password again, and you'll be logged into the system.

Lin Xiyue sighed inwardly: Heming, you were too unguarded. I'm sorry, I'll try my best to clean it up. If it really doesn't work... I can only apologize.

Although I didn't study very hard during my doctoral studies, I still made a few friends. Even someone as skilled as Senior Brother Lu couldn't decipher the program that Senior Brother Xiong provided.

The system desktop has loaded and the interface is clean and simple.

Following the file storage entry she had glimpsed on Qin Heming's laptop on the day of the meeting, she quickly found the "Low Altitude OS" system file.

When the USB drive was inserted, the system did not display any error message.

The moment the file access window expanded, her finger paused for less than a second.

It wasn't hesitation, it was just confirmation.

The path, permissions, and calling method were all confirmed, and everything was exactly as she had rehearsed.

She decisively clicked to confirm.

When the download progress bar appeared, she didn't stare at it. Instead, she casually opened another unrelated document, as if she were doing ordinary project proofreading.

This is her habit.

The truly important actions don't require staring.

Time flows in the background.

She didn't look up in the direction of any of the surveillance cameras—at this moment, it made no difference whether she looked or not. She knew they were "not there now."

The air conditioner was blowing air quietly and steadily, and there were no footsteps outside in the corridor.

The entire building resembled an empty shell taken over by the night.

21: 17.

The progress bar is halfway through.

She quickly reviewed the events in her mind:

—The path belongs to Qin Heming;

—The equipment belongs to Qin Heming;

—The download occurred within Qin Heming's permissions.

Even if something seems amiss, she won't be the first person implicated.

21: 23.

A message pops up indicating that the download is complete.

Instead of immediately unplugging the USB drive, she followed the procedure, deleting the call history, clearing the cache, and closing the background logs.

The movements were skillful, with no unnecessary steps.

She even went so far as to restore the desktop to its original layout.

Finally, shut down the computer.

Wearing rubber gloves throughout the process, no fingerprints or footprints will be left.

The moment the screen went dark, she finally looked at the time for the first time.

21: 25.

Five minutes ahead of schedule.

She stood up, straightened her sleeves, and made sure there were no traces that didn't belong there.

Before leaving, she looked back one last time.

Business as usual.

Drive out of the underground parking lot.

At the third intersection after entering the main road, a young man with long hair was waiting by the roadside, looking around listlessly.

Lin Xiyue braked the car in front of him and rolled down the window: "Qianqian, take it to this address."

Wang Qian smiled and took the item: "No problem."

Lin Xiyue didn't say much to Wang Qian; she had more important things to do.

With a tap of the accelerator, the car began to speed away.

Wang Qian quickly ran to the other side of the street and started the vehicle.

.......

21: 27.

Jiang Yin sat steadily in her seat, staring at the "Download complete" message on her computer screen.

The large screen next to it was still flashing an alarm message: IP XXX.XXX.XXX.XXX is illegally downloading!

This IP wasn't the one she thought it was; it belonged to someone else—Qin Heming!

The moment the system alarm popped up, an unprecedented chill gripped her heart.

Almost instinctively, she reported the information to Yu Haiquan: Qin's terminal is downloading files; Qin is suspected of treason!

Her fingers trembled as she typed the word "treason".

After sending the message, she felt completely drained, sitting stiffly in front of the screen, watching the progress bar slowly fill up.

How could it be him?

How could it be him!

After the initial shock, a sense of despair washed over me.

Why did it have to come to this...?

That's not all!

Qin Heming, you shouldn't be this kind of person.

How could someone who was once so clear-headed, restrained, and outstanding have come to this?

What could possibly make a renowned patriotic entrepreneur like yourself abandon your country?

Who exactly is it that could make you willingly fall into such an abyss?

Could it be... because of her?

Her eyes stung, and her throat tightened.

I feel heartbroken for that once radiant soul that has now fallen into depravity.

"Knock knock knock"

A knock came at the door.

She quickly composed herself, composed herself, and adjusted her breathing.

"Enter"

Lu Xun pushed open the door and walked in.

Jiang Yin looked up: "You haven't left yet? Do you still have questions to ask?"

A gentle smile appeared on Lu Xun's refined face:

"I have no more questions. I'd like to ask you to come with me."