Ex-wife becomes the world's number one hacker

Jiang Yin's voice was a bit loud, which startled Qin Se awake, and she jumped up.

Qin Heming pulled his hand away from his son, suddenly clutched his chest, and let out a muffled groan.

Jiang Yin was startled and jumped up to pry his hand away:

"What's wrong? Is your heart bothering you?"

Qin Heming raised his head with a pained expression. "My heart... is broken. You can hear the echo."

Qin Se climbed onto her father, her brows furrowed:

"What should we do then? Dad, is your heart made of glass?"

Jiang Yin realized she had been tricked, her face darkened, and she said to Qin Se in an annoyed tone:

"Your father's heart is made of black iron, black and hard."

After saying that, she picked up Qin Se and said, "Son, let's go home."

Watching the mother and son walk away, Qin Heming called out, "Don't you want to ask about your family of origin anymore?"

Jiang Yin ignored him and walked straight out with her son in her arms.

Qin Heming, standing behind him, gazed at Jiang Yin with gentle eyes, raising the hand that Jiang Yin had just touched and looking at it quietly for a long time.

The following weekend, Jiang Yin truly rested for two days. She didn't work overtime and spent the two days playing with Qin Se.

As arranged by Qin Heming, Hui Jie and Xiao Wang would be responsible for taking Qin Se to kindergarten in the morning and picking her up from Jiang Yin's place in the evening on weekdays. They would also prepare dinner for the mother and son so that Jiang Yin could have a ready-made meal as soon as she got home.

Therefore, Jiang Yin registered Qin Se's fingerprint into the door lock, and to prevent the fingerprint from malfunctioning, she also told him the password.

On Sunday afternoon, a mother and son were putting together a jigsaw puzzle at the dining table.

Jiang Yin glanced at Qin Se, who was intently searching for pictures across from her, and suddenly remembered the incident of Qin Wan'er being beaten and hospitalized.

She asked, "SeSe, why have I never heard you mention your aunt?"

Qin Se didn't look up, her hands still moving, and frowned as she said, "I don't like her. She's always talking badly about you behind your back."

"And that Aunt Yue, she doesn't say it, but she gets really happy every time my aunt mentions it, it's so annoying."

Jiang Yin hesitated for a moment before finally asking, "Did you tell Dad how you felt?"

"Yes." He picked up a puzzle piece, looked at Jiang Yin seriously, and repeated like a little adult:

"Dad said, 'She's just a nanny to help you when you're out. We just need to be polite to her. If you don't like her, make her do more work. Once the contract is up, we won't use her anymore.'"

Then, he pressed the puzzle piece into the correct position with a "click":

"Mom, has Aunt Yue's contract expired yet?"

"We've arrived," Jiang Yin nodded firmly. "I've already been laid off."

.......

Meanwhile, at Beijing's new airport.

Wang Qian carried a huge cello case and strode into the VIP waiting room.

He had abandoned his previous refined, pretty-boy look, his medium-length hair was disheveled, he wore a loose light brown linen shirt with the sleeves rolled up haphazardly, there was a bit of stubble on his chin, and he wore a pair of old canvas shoes. He exuded the demeanor of a free-spirited and unconventional art master.

This unique and carefree demeanor drew frequent glances from the two waitresses in the VIP room. They huddled together, whispering to each other, and occasionally glancing shyly in their direction.

Wang Qian had only been seated for a few minutes when Xie Jinxing called.

"Qianqian, where are you? I've come to the airport to see you off."

"Get lost! If you call me Qianqian again, I'll get angry. I'm in the VIP room, I'm leaving in less than five minutes." Wang Qian hung up the phone in a huff.

Three minutes later, Xie Jinxing ran into the VIP room, panting, and plopped down on the sofa opposite Wang Qian.

"What do you want?" Wang Qian glanced at him sideways.

Xie Jinxing raised his hand and lifted a red velvet scroll with yellow trim, then with a flick of his wrist, unrolled it.

It is a banner.

Wang Qian looked closely and saw two lines of large yellow characters written on it:

Guardians of justice, conscience of society

Warm-hearted citizens, selfless dedication

"ah--"

Wang Qian yelled and covered his eyes with his hands.

"This color, oh my god, take it away! Take it away! It's so tacky, it hurts my eyes!"

Xie Jinxing laughed heartily and rolled it up, "This is an honor, something many people would kill for."

Wang Qian removed his hand from his face, still shaken: "I appreciate the sentiment, but the color of this flag really doesn't suit me."

"Hmm, you're an artist." Xie Jinxing pursed his lips and looked Wang Qian up and down. "So you've reverted to your true colors?"

"I get so angry just thinking about it. That idiot Qin Heming made me pretend to be a pretty boy to fool that pretentious good-for-nothing. He wouldn't do it himself, but he made me do it. Poor me, a young and unmarried man, almost lost my virginity." Wang Qian said indignantly.

Xie Jinxing laughed and said, "You're kidding me. You probably can't even remember how many girlfriends you've had, can you?"

"Nonsense, don't slander me." Wang Qian rolled his eyes. "I have my own standards, okay? Not just anyone can do it."

Xie Jinxing stopped laughing and asked curiously, "Hey, I've always wanted to ask you, how did you become Lao Qin's informant?"

"Don't even mention it. Once, when he was running for his life, he hid in my hotel room during my tour. Not only did he ruin my good time with the female celebrity, but he also managed to get me all excited with just a few words. I was so dizzy that I ended up on his 'pirate ship'." Wang Qian looked furious.

"He confidently said it would be over soon, but it still dragged on for a year. Our orchestra leader was so angry he wanted to fire me."

Xie Jinxing sighed: "You have to understand him. Plans can't keep up with changes, and the other party is a cunning and shrewd person."

Then, he tapped his leg with the scroll in his hand and sighed, "He's had a tough time. Not only has he gotten sick, but now his wife is still angry with him and won't talk to him."

"It's right for President Jiang to ignore him. He's a lunatic, an egomaniac, and shouldn't have a wife." Wang Qian rolled his eyes again.

Xie Jinxing pondered for a moment, then a thought suddenly popped into his mind:

"You've had quite a bit of contact with Lao Qin, so you should know the situation pretty well. I'll give you President Jiang's phone number. If you have time, try to persuade her to be more understanding of Lao Qin, okay?"

On the plane, Wang Qian stared intently at the phone number Xie Jinxing had pushed to him. He hadn't originally planned to help, because he wasn't familiar with Jiang Yin.

But after a moment's thought, he decided to make a call before the plane took off to help Qin Heming.

Although he never said a good word about Qin Heming, he already regarded him as an object of respect and even worship in his heart. The year he fought alongside Qin Heming was a truly fortunate time for him.

As soon as the call connected, Wang Qian spoke first, without waiting for Jiang Yin to say anything:

"President Jiang, this is Wang Qian. Qin Heming asked me to persuade you to reconcile with him. You absolutely mustn't reconcile with him; he's a madman, a paranoid, arrogant and stubborn. I have to go back to my tour. I'll come find you after the show. Will you reconcile with me?"

Jiang Yin was startled upon hearing this and quickly replied:

"What did you say? I can't hear you. Is your signal bad? I'll hang up now."

Hanging up the phone startled Jiang Yin, who broke out in a cold sweat.

Who are the people Qin Heming knows?

However, if there were only two men left in the world, Qin Heming and Wang Qian, and she had to choose one... then she would still choose Qin Heming, because Wang Qian was just too unreliable.

In that case, Qin Heming really made the right choice in hiring him as an intermediary.

.......

On Monday afternoon, Jiang Yin was busy in front of her computer.

The phone rang; Jiang Yin couldn't forget this number even if she wanted to—it was Gu Tingfeng.

She hesitated for a moment, then answered the call.

"Yinyin, this is your father. Your mother... has metastatic lymphoma and is dying. She wants to see you." Gu Tingfeng's dry, hoarse voice came through the microphone.

"My mother? Who is my mother?" Jiang Yin's face darkened.

"Yes... Shen Lan." Gu Tingfeng sighed on the other end of the phone.

"Wasn't she arrested for plotting to run me over?" Jiang Yin's voice was icy.

Gu Tingfeng cleared his throat, trying to persuade him:

"...She's been released on medical parole, and her time is running out, so...you shouldn't hold a grudge—"

"I don't have a mother, don't call me again." Jiang Yin calmly looked at a point in the void, interrupting him decisively.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Yin felt a tightness in her chest.

She never believed that the "switched babies" incident from back then was real.

But this absurd and laughable lie, which could be easily exposed, was regarded as gospel by several adults, ultimately leading to her being kicked out of her home at the age of seventeen.

But what she couldn't understand was why Shen Lan harbored such malice towards her, even wanting to kill her.

She opened the drawer, took out photos of her grandparents from the book, and burst into tears.

Looking at her grandmother's kind smiling face in the photo, she remembered her grandmother holding her hand before she passed away, her breath weak:

"...Jewelry box...Don't lose it...Don't give it to anyone...Check it carefully."

As Jiang Yin thought about her grandmother's words, her tears flowed even more freely.

She reached for the tissue box, but her hand suddenly stopped halfway.

...Inspect? Shouldn't it be "take care of"? Why "inspect"?

Her heart pounded.

At the time, I thought my grandmother was just being delirious from illness, but now I wonder if there was something more to her words? Could there be something in the jewelry box?

She suddenly remembered that before she ran away from home, she had noticed a gap between the inner box and the box wall. She had wanted to check it then, but was interrupted by Aunt Chen's knocking on the door.

She glanced at the time; it was 4:30, and the bank closed at 5:00, so she had half an hour left.

She jumped up from her seat, grabbed her car keys, and ran out, finally managing to retrieve the jewelry box from the safe before the bank closed.

At that moment, the jewelry box was placed on the desk.

The deep blue velvet fabric has a soft sheen under the light.

Jiang Yin took a deep breath, entered the password, opened the box, and gently lifted out the inner box.

Sure enough—underneath the inner box, there was a neatly folded document.

She pressed her hand to her wildly beating heart, took out the document, unfolded it, and began to read.

Then, with a "smack," it was slammed heavily onto the table.

The question that had puzzled me for years has finally been answered.