Ex-wife becomes the world's number one hacker
Chapter 83 Count How Many Ribs You'll Break in the Future
Jiang Yin had just started working in the afternoon when an unknown number called.
She frowned slightly, initially reluctant to accept the offer, but considering that many people had contacted her for business after the annual meeting, she thought it was possible this person might be a client.
As soon as the call connected, Qin Wan'er's shrill curses came through:
"Jiang Papa, you want to die? You actually went to Grandma to complain!"
Jiang Yin said calmly, "1."
"You bitch, you think you can get away with this just because you got me sent abroad?"
Jiang Yin: "2".
"My brother doesn't want you, so you're eyeing other people? Have you no shame?"
Jiang Yin: "3".
"You vixen, all you do is bewitch others, bah!"
Jiang Yin: "4".
"If you dare to seduce anyone again, I'll kill you."
Jiang Yin: "5".
"What are you counting? Are you tired of living?"
Jiang Yin's calm voice was completely still: "6, count how many ribs you will break in the future."
"Who are you trying to scare? Do you think you can?"
Jiang Yin chuckled, her tone even carrying a hint of encouragement: "7, give it a try."
Jiang Yin heard a two-second silence on the receiver, followed by a busy tone.
She put down her phone and scoffed: "You vicious little fool, you're not even worthy of my attention."
.......
The KEZE music bar at night is dimly lit.
Lin Xiyue sat in a booth by the window and snapped her fingers to summon a waiter: "Black Manhattan, Islay whisky instead of rye whisky, please!"
A moment later, the waiter brought her wine.
This was her third Black Manhattan tonight. The glass was filled with an almost black liquid, and she took a big gulp.
She let the wine linger on her tongue for a moment, the bitterness was rich and mellow, and then a hint of herbal sweetness slowly emerged. She smiled and said: "Even the most bitter taste has a sweet aftertaste."
Wang Qian strolled in through the door. She saw him immediately and waved, "Qianqian."
A smile spread across Wang Qian's face. He handed his coat to the waiter by the door and strode over quickly.
Today, he casually tied his long hair into a bun at the back of his head, with stray strands falling down. He wore a black turtleneck sweater with a black cardigan over it, which made his fair skin stand out. He still had that lazy and otherworldly artistic temperament.
He sat down opposite her lightly, and upon noticing Lin Xiyue's expression, Wang Qian immediately frowned: "What's wrong? Are you unhappy?"
Lin Xiyue didn't say anything, but tilted her head back and took another big gulp. She put down her glass, burped, and chuckled, "It's nothing."
Wang Qian frowned: "You called me here, then said it was nothing. Fine, I'm leaving."
Wang Qian made a move to leave, but Lin Xiyue reached out and grabbed him. Because of the sudden movement, she felt a little dizzy, and it seemed that she had really drunk too much tonight.
"Don't go, I'm a little unhappy."
Upon hearing this, Wang Qian immediately became interested and beckoned to the waiter: "A Negroni, with Beefeater 24 gin, please."
He then turned around and sat up straight, looking intently at Lin Xiyue: "Tell me, what's wrong?"
"I taught someone a lesson," Lin Xiyue said, swirling her wine glass. Seeing Wang Qian's gossipy eyes light up instantly, she found it amusing. "But I almost got screwed over by my incompetent teammate."
Wang Qian slumped into his seat, pouting, and said, "I thought you and Qin Heming had broken up. What a disappointment."
"Do you know why I taught that person a lesson?" Lin Xiyue leaned closer, her voice low, tinged with alcohol and a hint of coldness: "Because she touched someone I care about."
"Who? Who messed with Qin Heming? Why don't you let Qin Heming deal with him? What are you doing here?" Wang Qian rolled his eyes. He got annoyed whenever Qin Heming was mentioned.
Lin Xiyue smiled but didn't say anything.
The waiter brought Wang Qian his wine, and Wang Qian took a big gulp: "What's so great about Qin Heming? He's always so enigmatic, how can you possibly read his mind?"
Lin Xiyue continued to drink silently, with not much wine left in her glass.
Wang Qian leaned forward, looking at Lin Xiyue's slightly tipsy face, and said, "If you ask me, you should just be with me. Why are you sticking with that crooked tree of his?"
Lin Xiyue put down her wine glass, propped her head up with her hand, and closed her eyes: "Qianqian, stop fooling around."
Wang Qian pursed his lips, paused for a moment, and said, "Alright, don't be upset. I'll play a tune for you. Wait a moment."
About ten minutes later, Wang Qian's voice came through the microphone from the direction of the stage: "The next piece is dedicated to the person who is unhappy tonight. I hope she will be happy in the next second."
Lin Xiyue chuckled and slowly opened her eyes: What kind of trick is this guy up to tonight?
On the pitch-black stage, a dark figure sat there.
Then, a melodious and deep piano sound rang out first, warm and deep, slowly spreading in the dim light.
After a few notes, a spotlight slowly descended, circling the figure on the stage—Wang Qian, holding a gleaming cello, sat in the very center of the circle of light.
He abandoned his usual laziness and unruliness, and focused intently and devoutly as he played the violin with his bow.
Lin Xiyue's heart gradually calmed down. She put her arms on the table and rested her head on them.
I initially thought it was just an instrumental piece, but after a few eight-beat intervals, Wang Qian suddenly opened his mouth to sing. His voice was gentle and magnetic, captivating the listener.
The night air tonight is damp and soft.
As reassuring as your eyes
How many people are sound asleep right now?
And I just told you I like you.
......
You are the one who blesses my inspiration
The riverbank is shimmering with fireflies
It is a journey through absurdity
A captivating allure that makes one willingly succumb.
......
May you sleep well.
I hope you dream of me
Plain or adventurous
It's all my own choice.
......
Lin Xiyue returned home with light steps, lay down on the sofa, and was still humming "May you sleep well..."
Ding Meiyu came out of the bedroom and frowned when she saw her drunken state:
"Why are you so drunk again? Who were you drinking with?"
"Hmm?... Qianqian." Lin Xiyue answered vaguely without opening her eyes.
"Why is it Wang Qian again? You've been spending too much time with him lately, haven't you?" Ding Meiyu's eyes turned stern. "Heming will be angry if he finds out."
Lin Xiyue opened her eyes, somewhat impatiently: "Heming knows. He said he's too busy and doesn't have time to keep me company. It's good that someone is keeping me company."
"But there are rumors going around that your relationship with Heming has soured. You should be careful." Ding Meiyu sat down on the sofa and patted Lin Xiyue's leg.
"That Wang Qian looks like a playboy. Don't fall for his tricks. Stay away from him."
Lin Xiyue closed her eyes again: "Heming doesn't care, so why do you care what others say? Qianqian and I are just best friends."
Recalling the last time at Qi Shao's birthday party, she had glimpsed Wang Qian's sensitive and even vulnerable side beneath his flamboyant facade, and a tacit closeness developed between them. They were both willing to temporarily shed some of their heavy armor in each other's presence.
Qianqian is romantic, sensitive, and understanding, like an elf. After shedding her cynical facade, the innocence and frankness she reveals are unique to her.
Moreover, he was handsome, fashionable, and tasteful. The admiring glances he received when standing next to him undoubtedly provided a great satisfaction to his vanity—a satisfaction that was completely different from, more vibrant and flamboyant than, that he received when he was with Qin Heming.
I don't know what my mother is worried about. My relationship with Qianqian is just more than friends, but not quite lovers.
She rolled over on the sofa and sighed.
I'm afraid this person will be unhappy, I'm afraid that person will be unhappy, but why doesn't anyone ask me if I'm happy? Don't I deserve to be happy? I'm happy just seeing Qianqian.
Why won't you let me see Qianqian? Qianqian is a little angel sent to me by God, I can't give her up...
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