Ex-wife becomes the world's number one hacker

Jiang Yin rushed forward, her arms already outstretched in an instinctive manner, intending to catch Qin Heming.

Lin Rongsen followed closely behind.

Fortunately, although Qin Heming slipped, he still held firmly to the tree branch with both hands and did not actually fall.

"Get down now!" Jiang Yin frowned, her voice laced with suppressed anger.

Qin Heming looked down at her and even managed a smile: "Yinyin, there's a squirrel's nest in the tree, I want to go up and see..."

"Can't you just shut up? Get down right now!" Jiang Yin's face darkened completely. Before he could finish speaking, she reached out and grabbed his ankle. "Immediately, right now!"

Lin Rongsen, standing to the side, also kindly advised, "Heming, don't you know your own body condition? Come down quickly."

Seeing this, Qin Heming stopped playing around. With the help of the two people, he slowly slid down the tree trunk.

The moment his feet touched the ground, Jiang Yin angrily punched him twice in the back.

"Hey, hey, domestic violence! Domestic violence!" Qin Heming grinned as he shrank back and took the two punches, muttering incoherently.

"Help! Taoist priest..."

Jiang Yin became even more annoyed: "What are you shouting about? This is a temple, not a Taoist temple. Where did this Taoist priest come from?"

"Oh right," Qin Heming suddenly realized, but his smile widened. "It should be 'Master,' 'Master'."

After saying goodbye to Lin Rongsen, the two descended the mountain along the mountain path.

Perhaps it's because going downhill is less strenuous, or perhaps the mountain scenery is simply too pleasant.

Qin Heming's interest grew even higher.

Everything is new and exciting to me, and I greet everything I see.

"Hello, little sparrow."

"Hey, little field mouse."

Seeing a group of elderly people carrying flags and hiking in a distance, he waved vigorously, his voice clear and bright:

"Hello everyone! Keep it up!"

"Keep it up!" came a friendly reply from the other end. "What a beautiful couple!"

"Thank you!" Qin Heming smiled, his eyes crinkling.

"Hey, the little girl doesn't seem too happy?" a sharp-eyed older woman exclaimed with a smile.

Qin Heming cupped his hands around his mouth, making no attempt to hide his anger: "You're angry with me!"

"Hey, you'd better reflect on your actions when you get home, or you'll be kneeling on the washboard!" A burst of good-natured laughter erupted from the crowd.

"Who kneels on a washboard anymore? They kneel on a keyboard!"

"Keyboards are outdated, you'll have to kneel on durians! Hahaha..."

Upon hearing this, Qin Heming quickly pretended to cover Jiang Yin's ears, saying, "That's too brutal, we don't want to hear it."

Jiang Yin slapped his hand away impatiently:

"Can't you be normal for once? This is so embarrassing. Stay away from me, I don't know you."

Qin Heming turned his head to examine her tense profile closely, and then made a serious suggestion:

"Then write a note on your forehead that says 'I don't know him,' and draw an arrow pointing at me. That way everyone will know you don't know me, hahaha..."

Jiang Yin was furious and glared at him for a long time, but she couldn't hold back and the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

She knew perfectly well that she could never gain the upper hand in a verbal exchange, so she simply ignored him and let him continue his enthusiastic "socializing" about flowers, birds, trees, rocks, and flowing water.

"Do you know what, Yinyin?" Qin Heming suddenly looked up at the azure sky, which was fragmented by the branches and leaves.

"It seems like... it's been a long time since I've really looked at the scenery of this world, at the blue sky and white clouds. It's so beautiful."

He paused, his tone light and cheerful:

"In particular, I never imagined that one day I would be alive and walking with you in these picturesque mountains."

As soon as Qin Heming finished speaking, his gaze was drawn to the wildflowers by the roadside, and he turned around and ran to pick them.

This remark, which might have been just a casual remark to him, suddenly made Jiang Yin freeze in place.

She felt a strange tightness in her chest, her nose stung, and a wave of bitterness washed over her.

Back in the car, the exhaustion from recovering from a serious illness finally overwhelmed Qin Heming. He leaned back in his seat, his eyelids growing heavy.

Jiang Yin reclined her chair and whispered, "Take a nap."

Just before Qin Heming was about to fall asleep, he said to Jiang Yin, "There's one more person you need to meet, Sun Lifeng."

.......

Wednesday morning, Shen Lan's hospital room.

The attending physician had just finished his rounds and left, and the air still held the lingering smell of disinfectant and the decaying odor characteristic of disease.

Gu Tingfeng was feeding Shen Lan, who was lying in the hospital bed, porridge with a small spoon.

After feeding her only a few mouthfuls, Shen Lan weakly waved her hand, her voice barely audible.

"I can't drink anymore... I can't swallow it."

Gu Tingfeng silently tidied up the dishes and sat back on the chair by the bed, staring blankly out the window, his profile revealing confusion and exhaustion.

Footsteps suddenly came from outside the corridor.

"Tap, tap, tap."

Unhurried and deliberate, with a clear and steady mind, he approached the ward step by step.

Gu Tingfeng suddenly looked towards the doorway.

A tall figure walked in, but against the light of the corridor, her face was not immediately clear.

He blinked incredulously, then stood up abruptly, his voice dry and strained:

"Yinyin? You... what brings you here?"

Jiang Yin glanced at him, her gaze calm and unwavering: "Sit down."

She walked a few steps to Shen Lan's bedside and stood there, lowering her gaze to quietly observe the woman on the bed.

The once assertive and decisive businesswoman is now gray-haired, with sunken eyes and a gaunt appearance, like an old candle that has run out of oil, barely breathing in the wind.

"Yinyin... my daughter, you've come?" Shen Lan's cloudy eyes rolled around, and miraculously, a faint light gathered in them.

Jiang Yin seemed to have heard an utterly absurd joke; she raised an eyebrow slightly and laughed.

"Daughter? You didn't say that nine years ago."

"I...I was deceived by that bitch Ding Meiyu..." Shen Lan became agitated, triggering a heart-wrenching cough.

Jiang Yin's face turned completely cold, and her voice was icy:

"Even now, you still want to lie to me? Do you think I'm still that seventeen-year-old girl?"

"All these years, I've never understood," she leaned forward slightly, her gaze sharp as a blade, piercing Shen Lan.

"Even if you never liked me, how could that disgust ferment into a hatred that makes you want me dead?"

"Until I found this at the very bottom of my grandmother's jewelry box."

She calmly took a document from her bag, unfolded it, and held it up to the two of them.

It was a trust fund certificate, and the amount in the amount column was astonishingly long: one billion yuan.

"Grandma secretly used all her personal assets to buy this trust, and I am the beneficiary," Jiang Yin said calmly.

"Because she doesn't trust you. The terms stipulate that I can start receiving payments only after I turn eighteen, without needing any guardian."

"After Grandma fell ill, you moved back to the old house. It was ostensibly to take care of her, but in reality, it was to keep an eye on her. Especially after Grandma became seriously ill, you stayed by her side almost every step of the way, afraid that she would secretly leave her property to me."

"Grandma must have gone to great lengths to convert all her liquid assets into this trust fund. But with you watching over her every step of the way, she didn't even have a chance to tell me in person, so she had to secretly hide it in her jewelry box."

"And you, after your grandmother passed away, somehow learned about the existence of this fund, and you plotted day and night how to get your hands on it so that you could pass it on to your precious son."

"My eighteenth birthday is getting closer and closer, but you still haven't come up with a solution."

"Just when you were at your wit's end, Ding Meiyu, in order to cover up her own secret, inadvertently sent you a 'big gift': an opportunity to get rid of me and a 'daughter' of unknown origin who could take my place."

"You took advantage of the situation and forced me out of the house. That way, you could legitimately let Lin Xiyue receive the fund as the 'Gu family's daughter'."

Jiang Yin's lips curled into a cold, mocking smile:

"Unfortunately, despite all your calculations, you didn't anticipate that Grandma had already seen through you. She kept my biometric information when the foundation was set up. To receive the money, a DNA test is required. This money can only be collected by me personally; it can't be claimed by just anyone with the title of 'Gu Family Daughter'."

"After you kicked me out, Lin Xiyue had just turned eighteen, and you couldn't wait to take her to try her luck. And what happened? When you heard about the DNA test, you ran away in terror. Because you knew that if this kind of behavior were investigated, it would be fraud, a crime."

"I was baffled. How could you so easily believe a stranger about something so incredibly important, involving your own flesh and blood? Shouldn't a normal family take their child to the most reputable hospital immediately for a thorough examination?"

"And you," Jiang Yin then looked at Gu Tingfeng, "including you, so naturally regarded the carefully forged appraisal by others as the ultimate standard, and personally pushed me out of the house."

Upon hearing this, Gu Tingfeng frantically waved his hands, "No, Yinyin, I didn't mean to send you away, I just..."

"Just what?" Jiang Yin interrupted him, her smile growing colder and more sorrowful.

"Although you did not have any intention of doing so, you chose to remain silent and condone it in order to protect your two illegitimate children from being discovered. You became an accomplice in her driving me out of the house."

"Illegitimate children...? Two...?" Shen Lan, lying on the hospital bed, seemed to have been crushed by the last straw. Her breathing suddenly became rapid, her chest heaved violently, and her withered face was filled with horror.

"You don't know yet, do you?" Jiang Yin sneered. "Then I'll introduce you to it today."

She turned and took a few steps toward the ward door, her voice clear and bright:

"Sun Lifeng, come in."