Ex-wife becomes the world's number one hacker

Jiang Yin carefully picked up the puppy with both hands and held it up to her eyes as if examining a treasure.

This little guy is only 40 or 50 centimeters long, with brownish-yellow fur. He is a mixed breed with local dog blood, but his face is extremely beautiful, like a deer.

"Since it's yellow, let's call it Soybean." Jiang Yin was very satisfied with the name she had chosen.

After saying that, he contentedly pulled the warm little body into his arms and said softly:

"Soybean, from today onwards you have a name, are you satisfied?"

Soybean hummed a few times in response to the occasion.

Jian Tingyun almost burst out laughing, but touched her nose to cover it up, thinking: This person has such beautiful features, how come the name is... Oh well, soybean it is.

But he said, "Okay, soybean it is, it sounds nice."

As soon as she finished speaking, she cursed herself in her heart: Bah, Jian Tingyun, when did you become so shameless in pandering to others?

He then cleared his throat, his tone suddenly becoming formal with a hint of helplessness, but he stammered incoherently, "Um... um, I'm sorry, before... and this time... anyway, I'm sorry."

Jiang Yin looked up at him and saw the small gesture of him rubbing the back of his neck with his hand, as well as the stuttering in his words. She could clearly feel the sincerity in his apology.

She understood everything that was left unsaid.

Ultimately, he wasn't involved, and besides, he had helped so much by saving Huang Dou, for which she was already grateful.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yin's expression softened, and she nodded without saying anything.

Jian Tingyun was already quite satisfied with this response. Rome wasn't built in a day, so let's take it slow.

After saying goodbye to Jiang Yin, Jian Tingyun saw Tang Ning return as she walked towards the door.

Two photographers followed behind, carrying cameras with "long lenses" and wearing photography vests full of pockets.

Jian Tingyun paused, then naturally stepped aside to make way for him.

Tang Ning saw Jian Tingyun standing there holding the dog and asked, "Is it cured?"

Jian Tingyun: "Alright, I'll take it back and raise it."

Tang Ning nodded, said nothing, and led the people into the store.

Seeing that Tang Ning's attitude had softened, Jian Tingyun secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

.......

The two people Tang Ning brought back were Li Fengxian and Wang Yao, directors of a well-known photographers' association in South China.

They are preparing a documentary about the Hexi Corridor and came to the Science and Technology Street to try their luck in finding filming equipment that can go deep into the uninhabited areas.

When they saw the live video feed on the large screen outside the store, their eyes lit up: the color reproduction and detail were exactly the cinematic quality they had been dreaming of!

Their requirements were "simple": cinematic-quality images, seamless integration into professional post-production workflows, ultra-long battery life, stable image transmission, and the ability to fly high for framing.

Tang Ning chuckled upon hearing this: "Your request is anything but simple, okay? I'm afraid you won't find another company like us in the entire country."

At first, the two thought Tang Ning was too boastful, but after Jiang Yin made in-depth adjustments and customizations to the existing products in the store, and after returning from the test flight with Tang Ning in the wild today, they were completely convinced.

He ordered five sets on the spot and solemnly promised that he would help promote them in the association with tens of thousands of members when he returned.

.......

As soon as Jian Tingyun's private jet landed, Lin Xiyue called.

"Tingyun, you've landed?"

"Yes, it just landed."

"Tonight at 8 PM is my first performance at a livehouse. Can you come?" Lin Xiyue's gentle voice came through the microphone.

Jian Tingyun paused for a moment, then admitted that he had forgotten.

Jian Tingyun glanced at her watch, remembering that Huangdou was still on the plane. She needed to take it home and settle it in before washing up and changing her clothes...

He calculated the time: "I'm afraid I won't make it; I'll probably be a little late."

"It's alright, it's good that you're here. Jinxing and Tianmu are both here."

"Has Heming not returned from his business trip yet?" Jian Tingyun remembered that Qin Heming had been away on a business trip for a while.

However, given their personal relationship with Lin Xiyue, they would still support her even if Qin Heming wasn't there.

"No, I won't be back for a few days. See you later."

"See you in a bit." Jane hung up the phone.

At 8:20 p.m., Jian Tingyun hurriedly arrived at a high-end livehouse music bar called "KEZE"—a place favored by musicians in the industry.

There were many fans distributing support items at the entrance. There were all sorts of strange and unusual things, but whether it was a small fan or a sticker, they were all printed with a cartoon version of Lin Xiyue's image.

Jian Tingyun wasn't interested in these things and declined to be distributed. A group of young girls followed behind him, shamelessly shouting at him:

"So handsome!"

"Wow, handsome guy, I love you!"

"Brother, I want to have your babies..."

"..."

Squeezing into the bar, Jian Tingyun discovered that the concert hadn't even started yet.

He went straight up to the second floor, where Xie Jinxing was standing outside making a phone call. When he saw him coming, he pointed to the private room where they were.

Jian Tingyun entered the private room. Lin Xiyue was sitting with her back to the door. Hearing the door open, she turned around and smiled sweetly, "You've come?"

"Why hasn't it started yet?" Jian Tingyun walked quickly and seemed a little out of breath.

Lin Xiyue felt a warmth in her heart: Did you rush back specifically for the concert? That's so thoughtful of you.

Thinking of this, her smile widened: "Waiting for you."

"You went to Shennan Science and Technology Street?" Li Tianmu, sitting by the railing, couldn't wait for Jian Tingyun to sit down and asked eagerly.

"Okay, I'm going." Jian Tingyun sat down on the other side of the railing.

"Have you seen Tang Ning?" Li Tianmu pressed.

Lin Xiyue, who was about to leave, slowed down upon hearing this.

Knowing that Jiang Yin and Tang Ning were starting a business together, she suddenly became interested and wanted to know how they "started a business".

Jian Tingyun glanced at Li Tianmu: "I saw it. They opened a small shop selling drones, something like Tianyu Technology."

He then poured himself a cup of tea, gulped it down, and sighed, "Oh, I'm so thirsty!" He then naturally changed the subject.

Seeing Jian Tingyun's nonchalant attitude, as if he didn't even want to mention it, Lin Xiyue probably thought that little shop was... She slightly curled the corners of her lips, turned around, and walked out of the private room.

Jian Tingyun asked Li Tianmu, "Tang Ning hasn't accepted my friend request yet?"

Li Tianmu: "No, is Lao Dong reliable? Did he give me the wrong WeChat ID?"

Before Jian Tingyun could answer, the lights in the entire bar suddenly went out; the show was about to begin.

The crowd immediately fell silent.

The side of the private room facing the stage features an openwork design, with a black geometric steel railing outlining the boundary. Looking out from the railing, the entire stage is clearly visible.

As a series of guitar strumming sounds rang out, a spotlight shone on the stage.

In the center of the aperture, Lin Xiyue, dressed in a white dress, sat there holding a guitar, gently plucking the strings and softly singing:

I'm thinking of you inside the Second Ring Road.

You are on a distant mountain, where the spring breeze blows for miles.

The wind blew towards you today and it rained.

I said no wine can compare to you.

……

……

All of spring was woven into a single morning.

He turned all the unstoppable words into secrets and closed the door.

This inexplicable feeling... who will take it away?

I can only leave the years as songs in the mountains and rivers...

The song ended.

The fans went wild, waving their light sticks and chanting slogans: "Qin Shimingyue Embraces the Milky Way!"

Some cheered, some whistled.

Lin Xiyue smiled and looked towards the private room on the second floor.

Jian Tingyun and Li Tianmu were chatting while leaning on the railing. When they saw her looking over, they immediately raised their hands and waved.

Lin Xiyue saw it clearly and smiled gently, her lips curving upwards.

Jian Tingyun roughly estimated that there were about a hundred fans sitting on the floor around the stage. Most of them were young people, with slightly more boys than girls.

In the midst of the commotion, a large bouquet of roses was brought in by the bar staff.

Fans at the scene exclaimed in surprise, "Are there ninety-nine red roses?"

"Oh my god, who sent this? It's so romantic!"

"..."

Lin Xiyue gently moved the bouquet to the side of the stage, picked up the attached card, and smiled sweetly after reading the signature.

Jian Tingyun and Li Tianmu exchanged a smile. They knew without even guessing that the bouquet must have been sent by Qin Heming.

Inspired by the large bouquet, many fans at the scene also picked up their phones to order flowers.

Throughout the subsequent performances, the flower deliveryman worked tirelessly, delivering wave after wave of flowers until the stage was almost completely covered.

Lin Xiyue sat among the flowers, looking like a fairy.

After a few songs, an even larger bouquet of red roses was carried onto the stage by the staff.

Amid the gasps and envy of the fans at the scene, Lin Xiyue picked up the card attached to the bouquet and saw a name elegantly signed on it: Wang Qian.

The second young master of the Wang family!