Ex-wife becomes the world's number one hacker

The next day, Xie Jinxing came to the science park to talk to Qin Heming. At noon, the two had lunch in a private room and then strolled back to Qin's Technology office building across the central square.

Before they even reached the office building, Qin Heming and Xie Jinxing saw Tang Ning standing in front of Qin's Technology's office building.

They saw him with his short coat open, hands on his hips, brows furrowed, and a cigarette dangling from his mouth. He was a far cry from his usual gentle and refined appearance, standing there with a fierce look on his face, staring straight in their direction.

Xie Jinxing raised an eyebrow: "Oh, what's going on here?"

Qin Heming remained calm and said composedly, "Wait for me."

When Qin Heming stood in front of her, Tang Ning raised her hand, took the cigarette from her lips, slowly blew a puff of smoke into his face, and then stubbed out the cigarette butt hard on the edge of the trash can next to her.

He raised his finger and pointed it at Qin Heming's chin, his knuckles turning white from the force. His voice was chilling, and he said through gritted teeth in a sinister tone:

"You, take your stupid girlfriend and stay away from Xiaoyin. If she lays a finger on Xiaoyin again, I have plenty of ways to make you wish you were dead. You can try me if you don't believe me."

Qin Heming looked calmly at Tang Ning and said, "I believe you. I understand."

Tang Ning was stunned. This answer surprised him. He thought that Qin Heming would at least exchange a few harsh words with him.

It would be even better if he could push me, then I would have a reason to retaliate, at least to break two of his ribs.

But now, it's like punching cotton.

Tang Ning was stunned for a moment, then realized he couldn't lose his momentum.

So he snorted loudly through his nose, flicked his sleeve, and turned to leave.

Xie Jinxing watched Tang Ning's retreating figure: "Wow, what a temper! Who does she think she is?"

Qin Heming: "..."

Xie Jinxing patted Qin Heming's arm: "Hey, he's threatening you, and you're just going to let him go like that?!"

Qin Heming turned to look at him, his face expressionless, and said, "Otherwise what? He's very good at fighting, can't you tell?"

He then ignored Xie Jinxing and walked towards the office building.

Xie Jinxing recalled Tang Ning's performance last night and couldn't help but feel a chill: He really is a fighter. He's usually a handsome young man, but when he fights, he's a deadly killer.

A chill ran down his spine, and he shivered involuntarily, quickly catching up with Qin Heming.

Jiang Yin only rested at home for two days before returning to work. After the Spring Festival, her workload increased dramatically, and she simply couldn't stay at home any longer.

He wore a woolen hat to cover the wound on his forehead, and the wound at the corner of his eye had already scabbed over; it wasn't a big problem.

Around noon, the landline phone in the drawer rang.

"Deep Eyes!" As soon as Jiang Yin answered the call, Yu Haiquan's voice, filled with barely suppressed anger, came through.

Jiang Yin jumped up from her chair, her heels together, standing ramrod straight.

"Present! Commander, please give instructions!"

Jiang Yin understood: if Director Yu used a code name directly, it meant he was angry, and quite angry at that. Although he was known for his strictness, he still tried hard to be humane. He had once said that code names were too cold, and he preferred to call his subordinates by their names in private.

"Why didn't you report being beaten?" Yu Haiquan asked sternly.

"It's a small matter, it's resolved."

"Why didn't you call for help when you were in danger?"

"It was an emergency, there wasn't enough time." Jiang Yin lied. In fact, she had set that phone number as a speed dial, so all she had to do was press it once. At the time, she thought they could handle it, and besides, the incident was so sudden that even if she called, the other party might not be able to get there in time, and it would only disrupt the organization's plans.

"Why go to such a mixed place?" Yu Haiquan bombarded Jiang Yin with questions, giving her no time to react.

"I have a sweet tooth," Jiang Yin said honestly.

"Bear with it!!" Yu Haiquan's voice rose eight octaves, accompanied by the thud of his hand slamming on the table.

"Yes! I'll never go again! I was wrong, please forgive me!" Jiang Yin's voice trembled uncontrollably; she had never seen Director Yu so angry before.

Seeing that Jiang Yin's attitude in admitting her mistake was relatively good, Yu Haiquan softened his tone and gave her some more detailed instructions before hanging up the phone.

Jiang Yin, exhausted, slumped into a chair and let out a long sigh: "Shrimp's Wish, Jianghu, our fate has run its course. We really must meet again in the Jianghu."

About twenty minutes later, Tang Ning came over listlessly, plopped down across from the desk, and looked dejected. It was clear she'd been scolded, and quite severely at that.

"I was wrong, really."

"I knew that place was complicated, but I still took you there..."

"A peaceful life made me lose my vigilance against danger..."

Tang Ning kept her head down, muttering to herself.

Did this cause Director Yu to become mentally unstable?

"I was even more wrong, really. I'll never go there again, and I won't eat there anymore," Jiang Yin began to recite.

Tang Ning looked up. "Actually, crayfish can be found everywhere, so why do you prefer to eat them at those kinds of places?"

Jiang Yin leaned back in her chair, gazing at the ceiling panel, and said wistfully, "Am I eating shrimp? I'm eating fireworks."

"Hey, how come you've also caught Director Long's influence and started writing poetry?" Tang Ning looked up and finally stopped muttering.

Jiang Yin laughed. "You noticed too? It feels like he can write a poem anytime, anywhere."

"Yes, your writing is excellent."

After a moment, Tang Ning stood up. "Let's go eat. It's just the two of us today. Jian Tingyun is away on a business trip and hasn't come back yet, and Li Tianmu has been taken home to recuperate."

"His family still found out?" Jiang Yin also stood up, and the two walked out together.

"With so many bad friends, it's impossible to hide it from him. His brother scolded him and took him back to the old house. He'll need to rest for two weeks."

"It takes that long to raise them?" Jiang Yin was somewhat surprised.

"He was dressed too lightly that day, too casually, just a thin cashmere coat. It would have been better if he had worn a down jacket."

During the meal, the two naturally started talking about work again.

While happily munching on stir-fried pork ribs, Tang Ning said, "With business growing so much, we need to hire more people."

"Recruiting people is only one aspect; we need to put our previous plan to set up an assembly plant on the agenda." Jiang Yin sipped her soup; on this cold day, a bowl of white fungus and red date soup warmed her stomach.

After finishing one rib, Tang Ning picked up another: "Are you worried about the core technology being leaked?"

"That's right. Newly developed products now have much higher technological content, and we're always hesitant to outsource. We'd put so much effort into developing them, only to have them benefit someone else in the end—that wouldn't do." Jiang Yin leaned forward slightly, lowering her voice.

"In addition, I want to start the research and development of industrial-grade drones. The market is so big, we need to get started as soon as possible."

Tang Ning nodded in agreement: "What are your plans? To just acquire an existing one? That would be much easier."

Jiang Yin continued to sip her soup, and after a moment of contemplation, said:

"At the science park's annual meeting before the Lunar New Year, I tentatively approached Mr. Fu from Bihai. He said that the factory is currently facing some difficulties, but as long as it's for the factory's benefit, cooperation or acquisition is acceptable. Let's go take a look sometime; I heard their factory is quite large."

Tang Ning picked up a wet wipe and dried her hands: "Okay, I'll go take a look another day."

.......

Meanwhile, in the private room of Shuimo Lanting, Lin Xiyue was eating slowly and deliberately, while Qin Wan'er pouted and kept stabbing the steak on her plate with her fork.

Lin Xiyue put down her knife and fork, elegantly wiped her mouth with a napkin, frowned at Qin Wan'er, and then said softly, "Oh, just let that steak go, let's eat quickly. It's just going back to Country A, you'll have to go back sooner or later, it doesn't make a difference."

Qin Wan'er threw her fork on the table. "It's all Jiang Papa's fault. She must have complained to Grandma that I had someone beat her up, which is why Dad sent me back to Country A."

Lin Xiyue picked up her wine glass, took a sip of red wine, and comforted him, "Go and stay for a few days, and come back when your uncle has calmed down."

Upon hearing this, Qin Wan'er pouted even more, tears welling up in her eyes: "My dad said I couldn't go back without his permission, and he meant it. I'll never see Brother Tianmu again, I'll never have another chance."

After saying that, Qin Wan'er's tears fell down in a torrent.

Lin Xiyue looked at him with exasperation: "What's the use of crying? I told you to just yell at her and vent your anger, but you had to make such a big fuss. She probably doesn't even know what happened."

Qin Wan'er stopped crying immediately and looked up: "That's right, she probably really doesn't know what happened. Those people were all beaten down, and they haven't even mentioned telling her why she was beaten."

Lin Xiyue quickly tried to dissuade her, "What do you want to do? You still want to scold her? Forget it, if she tells Grandma again, you'll be in big trouble. Oh dear, hurry up and eat, you're leaving tomorrow, she can't do anything to you then."

"Yes, I'm leaving tomorrow anyway," Qin Wan'er wiped away her tears, grabbed her phone, "I have to warn her to stop seducing other people."

Then she paused again: "I don't have her phone number."

After thinking for a moment, she laughed again, "It's okay, I can find out."

Lin Xiyue ignored Qin Wan'er's mutterings and picked up her knife and fork again, carefully cutting small pieces of steak. The center of the rare steak was a moist, deep red; with each cut, the rich juices mixed with blood slowly seeped out, staining the white plate a vibrant red...