Ex-wife becomes the world's number one hacker

"Hahaha......"

Hearty and unrestrained laughter echoed through the empty warehouse.

A figure emerged from between the layers of wooden crates, walking at a leisurely pace.

Jiang Yin looked closely and saw that the person who came was...

—Qin Heming!

He was a far cry from his usual suits and ties, wearing an open motorcycle jacket over a black T-shirt, black cargo pants that accentuated his long legs, and Doc Martens boots that made a clear and resolute sound as they stepped on the concrete.

He faced Yu Maolin's direction, took a few steps to stand in front of Jiang Yin, and blocked most of her view.

"Uncle Maolin," he said with a bright smile, but his eyes were devoid of warmth, "it's been a long time."

As he spoke, he lightly pounded his left leg with his left fist, and then tapped the side of his leg twice with his index and middle fingers.

It's like some kind of unconscious little movement.

Jiang Yin narrowed her eyes, observing his movements discreetly—it was the secret code they used when they were kids to cheat while playing games with their friends.

The moment Lin Xiyue saw who it was, her eyes lit up.

Before Yu Maolin could reply, she practically lunged forward, pointing at Jiang Yin, her voice trembling yet filled with urgent fervor:

"Heming, tell her! Tell her now! Your password has nothing to do with her, it's because of me, it's because of me, right?"

Qin Heming turned around and glanced at Jiang Yin.

That glance was extremely short.

The next second, Jiang Yin suddenly stepped forward and shouted angrily, "You cheating scumbag, go to hell!"

She gave Qin Heming a hard shove, but Qin Heming didn't budge, only leaning forward slightly.

Jiang Yin bumped into his back because she used too much force.

At the very moment of the collision, using Qin Heming's body as cover, she swiftly slipped her right hand under the hem of his black T-shirt on the left side.

Her fingertips precisely located the cold metal above her waist belt, and with a hook and a pull, a flat, miniature pistol silently slipped through her hand and into the loose pocket of her skirt and trousers.

The entire process took less than a second.

Qin Heming groaned, clutching his left chest with his right hand, his brow furrowing briefly.

Then, he straightened up, as if nothing had happened, and gave Lin Xiyue a gentle yet distant smile:

"I'm sorry, that password was a promise between Yinyin and me when we were little. It has nothing to do with you, Miss Lin."

Lin Xiyue was stunned.

She stood there, as if she hadn't understood the sentence, only instinctively repeating it:

"What did you say?"

"Say it again?"

Qin Heming chuckled softly: "Do you know why that tabby cat is named 'Jiujiu'?"

"Because it has nine spots on its body."

Lin Xiyue's pupils suddenly contracted.

"A tabby cat?...The tabby cat on your screensaver?"

"Yes."

The air seemed to freeze.

Lin Xiyue's expression crumbled little by little.

At this moment, Yu Maolin frowned and gave Chen Mo a wink.

Chen Mo nodded and walked a few steps to Qin Heming: "President Qin, I'm sorry."

Qin Heming obediently raised his hands, his smile unwavering: "It's alright, Dr. Chen."

Chen Mo searched Qin Heming thoroughly from head to toe, not even missing his ears.

Then, Chen Mo stepped back, turned around, and shook his head at Yu Maolin.

"Heming, did you come by yourself?" Yu Maolin stared at Qin Heming. "How did you get here?"

"Yes, I came by myself," Qin Heming replied casually, "by motorcycle."

At this moment, Lin Xiyue, who had been standing there in a daze, came back to her senses. In just a few seconds, various images flashed through her mind. The unusual things she had been deliberately suppressing now had answers.

The foundation upon which she had always relied to confirm that she was "loved" had collapsed.

No, it didn't collapse; it never existed at all.

She suddenly smiled.

The laughter started softly, then became sharp and out of control.

"I see......"

She stared at Qin Heming, her eyes as if she were seeing this person clearly for the first time:

"So, you've been playing me all along?"

Qin Heming's smile vanished, his tone becoming calm and sharp:

"I made no promises to you, nor did I cross any boundaries. I said nothing and did nothing. You approached me because you longed to be chosen. You hypnotized yourself and rationalized everything. From beginning to end, no one forced you."

"So that's how it is." Lin Xiyue threw her head back and laughed, her eyes reddening with laughter.

"No wonder...no wonder you...hahahaha, I thought you were an old-fashioned person who cherished me and wanted to wait until after the divorce...turns out it was all my imagination."

Her voice suddenly softened, yet carried a firm conviction:

"It turns out that from beginning to end, I was just deluding myself."

"Why?" She suddenly raised her hand and pointed at Jiang Yin, her eyes bloodshot. "Is it for her, or for him?" Her hand then abruptly turned to Yu Maolin.

Then, she pointed at Qin Heming and yelled, "You bastard, you dare to use me, use an innocent person like me!"

"Use?" Qin Heming's voice turned cold.

"You had a thousand chances to stop, but you got to where you are today step by step by yourself. It was all your own choice."

He stared at her coldly, his gaze sharp as a blade:

"You want to say you're innocent? You know what you've done. You almost killed Yinyin when you were seventeen."

Lin Xiyue raised her chin and sneered, "What evidence do you have? Such a small movement couldn't be seen by the surveillance cameras at all."

"I couldn't see clearly at the time," Qin Heming said through gritted teeth, enunciating each word clearly:

"But technology has advanced, and now we can see clearly. Keyframe reconstruction shows exactly how you pushed her into the water. I've kept that surveillance footage for nine years."

Lin Xiyue gave a soft hum and crossed her arms:

"So what? It doesn't matter if you see clearly. I was a minor back then, you can't do anything to me!"

Qin Heming's face was grim, his voice as cold as ice, as he uttered one sentence after another:

"Not being sentenced doesn't mean you're innocent."

"Age is not a shield for committing crimes."

"Everything you did afterward proved the same thing—"

He paused, his gaze fixing her on the spot:

"Deep down, you have no basic reverence for life."

"You're a bloodthirsty psychopath!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Lin Xiyue completely lost control, her voice shrill:

"I'm going to kill her! Who told her to always steal my things! And all of you, you all like her? What's so great about her?"

Qin Heming ignored her and looked calmly at Yu Maolin.

Lin Xiyue trembled with rage at his disregard and roared hoarsely:

"Don't be so smug! I don't love you at all! If it weren't for my mom insisting I keep you tied down, I wouldn't even bother looking at you!"

"You're too cunning; I can't understand you at all. I have to figure out what you're thinking every day, afraid that if I say the wrong thing, you'll kick me aside."

"You are just like any other man, a resource, an object to be exploited. But the one I love is someone else." At this point, Lin Xiyue burst into tears.

She slapped her face hard, her voice hoarse and strained:

"Do you know who he is? He's your good brother—Jian, Ting, Yun."

"He's a million times better than you. He's tolerant! He's kind! He's understanding... but he—"

"But he... also likes this bitch!" she said fiercely, stabbing Jiang Yin.

"I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you rotten people!" Lin Xiyue became more and more frantic as she spoke, baring her teeth and claws as she lunged forward.

At this moment, Yu Maolin glanced at Chen Mo and Lu Xun.

The two men immediately pounced on her, grabbing Lin Xiyue from both sides and dragging her to Yu Maolin's side.

Lin Xiyue kicked and screamed wildly, her arms were locked tightly, and her feet were still kicking in vain.

"Enough!" Yu Maolin yelled at her. "You're too ugly. If you keep making a scene, I'll throw you into the sea right now."

Lin Xiyue shuddered violently, finally calming down and collapsing to the ground, panting heavily.

"Heming, you're showing your hand now, aren't you going to stop pretending?" Yu Maolin looked at Qin Heming again, his voice deep and slow.

"Now that you're back, why should I pretend?" Qin Heming still had a smile on his face.

"I've tried everything, but you still won't show your face. Yinyin has the most influence."

Yu Maolin nodded: "Your men are all stuck in traffic right now, aren't they?"

"Yes, you've been causing a bit of trouble by creating chaos everywhere, but not much," Qin Heming said frankly, as if he were talking about something extremely trivial.

Yu Maolin adjusted his posture, clasped his hands together on his knees, and stared intently:

"Come on, Crane Cry, reintroduce yourself."