Ex-wife becomes the world's number one hacker

In the days that followed, Li Tianmu quietly secured a sufficient amount of borrowable Xingxin stock from the brokerage firm, as planned.

They actually borrowed 40% of the shares and sold them slowly and naturally in various brokerage accounts as retail investors, just to avoid revealing their target in advance.

Aside from that, he only went to his own company to handle some business each morning, spending almost all his other time in the small conference room of Tianyu, where he and Tang Ning would go over every detail again and again. They wrote out the plan again and again, ensuring that every step was flawless.

The two of them liked to smoke when they were thinking, one cigarette for each of them, making the small meeting room always filled with smoke, sometimes so thick that Jiang Yin couldn't even get in.

That day, she couldn't take it anymore. She covered her mouth with a wet towel, ignored the cold weather outside, rushed in, opened the window, and complained to the two of them while fanning the smoke out:

"You two, I think you've already suffocated yourselves before you've even managed to bankrupt them."

The two of them laughed together, which made them feel a little more relaxed.

Time passed slowly, and while Tang Ning and Li Tianmu waited anxiously, Xie Jinxing, Qin Heming, and Jian Tingyun set off with the scientific expedition team.

Now all that's left is to wait for the day they go missing.

Li Tianmu's back injury is currently in the late stage of healing. The color has faded from the original ferocious purplish-red to a turbid bluish-yellow, and it is extremely itchy.

When the two of them were discussing something, Tang Ning would even help him scratch his itch.

At this moment, Li Tianmu was sitting in a chair, hunched over, his cashmere sweater rolled up, exposing his back, and shouting as he bossed Tang Ning around.

"Hurry up, to the left, a little higher, hey, harder, you're scratching too lightly," Li Tianmu ordered, grimacing.

"What if you scratch it and it gets infected? You're always making a fuss." Tang Ning clicked her tongue and continued:

"We were worried before that if Qin Heming was around, Xingxin would run away and we could only watch helplessly. Now that he's gone, we don't have to worry about that anymore."

"Don't stop, let's change spots, oh, oh...that feels good." Li Tianmu closed his eyes comfortably.

"My concern now is that if Xingxin starts to drive up the stock price before we even take action, then we will need more 'ammunition,' which will be riskier."

Tang Ning slowly scratched along the yellowish-green, brownish-tinged mark:

"And as you said, if someone else gets eager to make a move and gets there first, the situation will become complicated."

"Sigh, now we can only hope they lose contact soon. They'll probably stay there for about ten days, that should be enough. Let's finish this quickly." Li Tianmu closed his eyes and lay on his lap, comfortably enjoying Tang Ning's back scratching service.

"You call them frequently to see when they will be able to reach the area where they lost contact. You're getting anxious waiting for them."

"Um."

.......

On the other side, at eight o'clock in the evening.

Lin Xiyue was lying on a hospital bed, video chatting with her best friend, Qianqian.

"What are you doing?" Lin Xiyue asked with a smile as she looked at the handsome, artistic man appearing on the screen.

"Practice the piano." Wang Qian glanced at the soft pillow under Lin Xiyue's chin. "You're still lying down? Then I'll lie down too and keep you company."

"Mmm." Lin Xiyue watched Wang Qian walk into the bedroom and lie down on the bed, feeling a warm feeling in her heart.

"What's wrong with Qin Heming? You're already in the hospital, and he still wants to leave," Wang Qian said indignantly.

Lin Xiyue smiled: "Don't always have a prejudice against him. This is a big event for them. They've been preparing for a long time, and they can't change it."

"Just take his side then." Wang Qian rolled his eyes, then, as if remembering something, said:

"How dare you video call me? Isn't your mom here?"

Lin Xiyue adjusted the position of the soft pillow under her chin: "I went to a concert with my godmother."

"Oh, you have quite the taste, but why do you love listening to other people's nonsense so much? I can't even come to see you." Wang Qian lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes concealing the emotions within.

Lin Xiyue knew he was unhappy, so she quickly smiled and comforted him:

"Older people are just old-fashioned, don't be upset, I'll sing you a song."

"Okay, I want to hear the Love story." Wang Qian lifted his eyelids, clearly much happier.

.......

Meanwhile, in the front row of the famous National Centre for the Performing Arts concert hall in Beijing.

Ding Meiyu and Shen Lan were dressed up and sitting there enjoying a concert themed "The Soul of Germany and Austria: From Classical Clarity to Late Philosophical Thought".

The pianist is a young talent with a long Eastern European surname who has won awards in second-tier international competitions. The conductor is a white-haired guest conductor with European study experience, possessing an extremely refined demeanor.

Music? Shen Lan couldn't understand it. Having lived for so many years, she prided herself on having absolutely no artistic talent.

But Ding Meiyu said that she would become in-laws with the top-tier wealthy Qin family in the future, and her future mother-in-law, An Biyuan, was a well-known painter and art celebrity.

To avoid feeling awkward when they meet again in the future, Ding Meiyu believes that the bride's parents should receive some cultural and artistic education.

Therefore, recently, Ding Meiyu has taken her to see art exhibitions, plays, and now concerts.

Watching Ding Meiyu sit gracefully beside her, her shoulders and neck straight, listening intently, completely absorbed in the music, Shen Lan couldn't help but sigh. Ding Meiyu was indeed far superior to herself in terms of art appreciation.

At this moment, the music on stage changed to Beethoven's Ode to Joy. Ding Meiyu gave Shen Lan a knowing smile and then applauded enthusiastically after the "climax."

But after only two beats, she was scared off by the strange atmosphere in the audience. Before the piece was even finished, the surrounding audience stared at Ding Meiyu with astonishment, along with Shen Lan, who was sitting next to her.

Shen Lan wanted to disappear into a crack in the ground. Although she didn't attend many concerts, she still knew the common sense that you shouldn't applaud until the piece was finished.

Ding Meiyu didn't seem uncomfortable at all, and arrogantly glanced around at the audience looking at her.

After the event ended, the two chatted as they walked out.

Shen Lan whispered in Ding Meiyu's ear, "I've been feeling uneasy these past few days, my right eyelid keeps twitching. Did you finish that fake agreement?"

Ding Meiyu frowned, glanced at her, clicked her tongue, and reassured her:

"Don't worry, everything is ready. Nothing will happen."

Hearing her say that, Shen Lan felt relieved.

.......

Qin Heming, Xie Jinxing, and Jian Tingyun leaned on the railing of the research vessel, gazing at the deep blue sea surface dotted with ice floes.

While the capital city in March already showed signs of spring, this place remained frozen, looking like the dead of winter.

Ahead of the research vessel was an icebreaker, and the broken ice shards drifted past the ship's side like small islands.

Xie Jinxing's phone rang; it was Li Tianmu calling.

He answered with a laugh: "What's wrong, young master? Calling eight hundred times a day, are you bored?"

"I'm so bored! You've all left, and I'm dying of boredom. I regret it; I should have gone with you. Where are you now?" Li Tianmu's lazy voice came through the microphone.

"You wouldn't know where we are even if I told you. Anyway, once we turn that corner today, there will be no signal tomorrow, and you won't be able to bother us anymore." Xie Jinxing laughed heartily.

After hanging up the phone, Xie Jinxing said, "Why has Tianmu been so clingy these past few days, calling us one after another? He won't be able to call tomorrow, so please give me some peace and quiet."

Qin Heming smiled but didn't say anything.

Jian Tingyun's heart skipped a beat. There would be no signal tomorrow, and he would no longer be able to send pictures to Jiang Yin.

He casually took a picture of the rugged, steep rock face in front of him and sent it to Jiang Yin.