Ex-wife becomes the world's number one hacker

The following morning, in Qin Heming's hospital room.

Qin Heming leaned against the rocking headboard, smiling as he watched Li Tianmu stand in the center of the room, gesturing wildly as he pointed out the rumors he had heard.

Each version was more terrifying and bizarre than the last, making Qin Heming unable to suppress a laugh.

His face was still pale, but the tubes on his body had been removed, and the electrocardiogram monitor was resting quietly to the side.

Jian Tingyun sat on the chair by the bed, looking at Qin Heming's thin profile, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

A crisp cell phone ringtone sounded.

Li Tianmu, who was in the middle of a lively conversation, had to stop talking and run outside to answer the phone.

The ward fell silent instantly.

The two were at a loss for words, and a subtle awkwardness hung in the air.

Qin Heming leaned against the headboard, tilted his head, and smiled slightly as he quietly watched Jian Tingyun.

Jian Tingyun felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze and cleared her throat:

"Was it you... who told the inspectors that I was following the car in good faith?"

"Yes." Qin Heming smiled and closed his eyes briefly.

"When...when did you find out that I..." Jian Tingyun's words were cut off halfway.

Qin Heming straightened his head and looked up at the ceiling.

"Hmm... I had a feeling about it for a while. But I was truly certain when I saw the 'soybean'."

He chuckled and sighed softly, "I've been trying to protect myself from you since I was a kid, but in the end... I still couldn't stop you."

"When she was little?" Jian Tingyun raised an eyebrow. "She... was that 'little tail'?"

"Yes." Qin Heming turned back and looked at him with a smile.

"You used to stare at her all the time, so I stopped letting you see her."

Jian Tingyun lightly kicked the foot of the hospital bed and complained, "You're really petty."

Qin Heming chuckled softly, then looked up at the ceiling again, his voice low and husky:

Do you know what the first word she uttered was?

Before Jian Tingyun could ask, he answered himself:

"Yes... it's my brother."

"Bullshit." Jian Tingyun crossed her arms.

Qin Heming laughed again: "When the adults weren't looking, I taught her over and over again how to say it and get a little candy."

"She loved eating candy beans back then, but she couldn't say the word 'candy,' she could only say 'bean.' So in her mind, 'bean' was a wonderful word, representing sweet, happy, and blissful things."

"So she named all her favorite animals 'Bean.' Black Bean, Pit Bean, Yellow Bean... Oh, and there's Gray Bean, but that has a sad story behind it."

He paused, a hint of helplessness tinged with his smile:

"Grey Bean was a little hamster. I had it for only a few days. The cage wasn't closed properly, and it escaped... and was bitten to death by 'Jiujiu'."

"Yinyin got really angry with me because of this, blaming me for naming the cat 'Jiujiu'. She said if I named it 'Huadou', the cat wouldn't be so irritable."

"That time, I had to coax her for a long time before she finally let me off the hook."

As he finished speaking, Qin Heming lowered his eyes, a warm smile reminiscent of bygone days spreading across his face.

As they walked out of the hospital together, Jian Tingyun said, "Come with me and find a place to sit for a while."

Li Tianmu nodded hastily: "Trying to drown your sorrows in alcohol?"

"Get lost." Jian Tingyun rolled her eyes at him. "Go sit by the lake for a while."

On a lakeside bench, Jian Tingyun sat blankly for a long time before suddenly speaking:

"When did you realize something was wrong?"

"It's very early." Li Tianmu stood to the side, tossing pebbles across the lake.

"Especially after I learned what kind of person President Jiang is."

"No wonder," Jian Tingyun sighed softly. "You went to their side so early on, weren't you afraid of upsetting Old Qin?"

He paused, his voice lowering:

"I'm not as good as you. I only truly understood this on the night of the car accident."

A lake breeze blew by, and he exhaled a long breath, as if to release all the pent-up emotions in his chest.

"Among us, you're the youngest, but you're also the most insightful."

"When people are in love, they often become selectively blind." Li Tianmu threw another stone, this time skipping five times in a row.

He clapped his hands and turned around:

"If you have people in your heart, you will easily see the world in a distorted way."

Jian Tingyun gazed at the shimmering lake for a long time before nodding gently.

"yes."

.......

The following week was exceptionally busy for Jiang Yin.

A key client, with whom we had secured agreements during the EU delegation's visit, is now coming to revisit, requiring a large amount of technical data to be reconfirmed. Their schedule is tight, and several rounds of meetings have kept the entire technical team working non-stop.

The matter was finally settled before the end of the workday on Friday.

Jiang Yin sat at her desk, wearily rubbing her neck and shoulders.

My phone vibrated on the table.

She glanced down.

It's Qin Heming.

—【Yinyin, SeSe is back. Pick him up after get off work. Grandma's sick, and my parents can't take care of him for a while, so you'll need to look after him for a bit.】

Jiang Yin's heart tightened, and she dialed back almost reflexively.

As soon as the call connected, she asked, "What's wrong with Grandma? What's wrong? Is she alright?"

Qin Heming's slightly amused voice came from the other end of the receiver:

"It's not a serious illness, just pneumonia. I'm getting old, and I was worried about complications, but it's stable now."

Jiang Yin's taut shoulder line finally relaxed.

Before she could ask again, Qin Heming added:

"Come over after get off work. Sister Hui brought some food. There's only SeSe in the ward, no one else."

A brief pause.

"Okay," she replied.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Yin stared at the now-blacked-out screen for a moment.

Perhaps it's time to listen to some of what they have to say.

When Jiang Yin arrived at the hospital ward, Qin Heming, dressed in a hospital gown, was standing in the living room, facing the door.

Upon seeing Jiang Yin enter, an uncontrollable smile immediately appeared on his face.

"SeSe, Mom's here," he called into the ward.

Qin Se rushed out from inside, holding a toy gun in her hand, and ran over to hug Jiang Yin's leg.

Jiang Yin bent down and hugged her son. After going through so much, seeing her son again felt like a lifetime had passed.

The mother and son cuddled affectionately for a while, and Jiang Yin's face beamed with joy.

She let go of her son and looked up to see Qin Heming smiling at them.

She immediately put on a stern face and adopted a serious expression.

Qin Heming laughed even harder, bending over and covering his abdomen with his hands, wanting to laugh out loud but afraid of aggravating his wound.

Qin Se was confused. "Dad, what are you laughing at?"

"I'm laughing at your mother's change of expression, hahaha..."

Upon hearing this, Qin Se jumped up. "Mommy, can you change your face? I want to see! I want to see! Mommy, do you have a mask?"

Jiang Yin glared at Qin Heming, then turned to Qin Se and said:

"Mom doesn't change her expression, don't listen to your dad's nonsense."

Qin Heming laughed a few more times before stopping.

He beckoned to the mother and son, "Come and eat at the coffee table."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the sofa.

Jiang Yin watched his slow steps and asked, "Did the doctor tell you to get out of bed?"

"That's enough, it's been two weeks already. Besides, this was a minimally invasive procedure, so you should be discharged by now. But my mom just won't let me."

Qin Heming sat down on the sofa, opened the plentiful lunchbox, and helped the mother and son eat.

He only drank some porridge and mushy noodles.

After dinner, Qin Heming sat back on the bed and watched Jiang Yin interact with her son.

Qin Se was very excited; he hadn't spent time with his parents in a long time. He jumped around excitedly, and soon he was covered in sweat.

He snatched his father's phone and said, "Mom, there are videos of you on Dad's phone."

Qin Heming reached out to stop him, but was a step too late. The little guy was quick and skillfully unlocked the password, revealing a video of Jiang Yin and Jiang Hong chatting in a small garden.

Qin Heming raised his hand and scratched the back of his head, a slightly embarrassed smile appearing on his face:

"It was in so much pain at the time, and to protect my brain... I didn't dare use painkillers, so... I relied entirely on these videos to get through it. I'm sorry I recorded this without your permission."

Jiang Yin glanced at it but didn't say anything.

Qin Se was already quite tired because he had just returned by plane in the afternoon. Before long, he was so exhausted that he nestled in his father's arms and fell asleep.

Qin Heming turned off the main light, leaving only the bedside lamp on.

The dim lighting illuminated the father and son leaning on each other, creating a particularly heartwarming scene.

When Jiang Yin returned from the bathroom, this was the scene she saw.

Qin Heming's gaze was deep as he softly called her name:

"Yinyin, come sit down, let's have a chat."