Ex-wife becomes the world's number one hacker

As Qingming Festival arrives, a light drizzle begins to fall, adding to the solemn and serene atmosphere.

Early in the morning, Jiang Yin, carrying an umbrella and a large bouquet of gladiolus, went to Fengyun Mountain to visit her grandparents.

After wiping the tombstone as usual, Jiang Yin sat down to chat with her grandparents. Of course, it was only her side of the story.

Since marrying Qin Heming and returning to Beijing, she has frequently visited her grandparents, except for the most painful year.

That year, she dared not come. She was afraid that her grandparents would see that she was not doing well and would not be at peace in the afterlife.

She rambled on about work, her troubles, and her friends, but overall, things are going well. She has direction at work and hope for the future, so her grandparents can finally relax.

When Jiang Yin returned to the science park, it was noon. She went straight to the cafeteria for lunch and saw Tang Ning sitting there alone in the distance.

After getting her food and sitting down, Jiang Yin asked, "Where's Li Tianmu?"

Tang Ning clicked her tongue: "You're angry, you're not coming down to eat."

"What did you do to upset him again?" Jiang Yin picked up the hot soup and took a sip to warm her stomach.

"Didn't we say before that we didn't have enough space, and that we wanted his 17th floor?" Tang Ning smiled helplessly.

"He said he'd sell it at the original price. I thought about it, and the place was already renovated. I said I'd give him the money for the renovations, and he got angry, saying I treated him like an outsider and that I was being so calculating over such a small amount of money."

Tang Ning then sighed, "He even sent his secretary down to say that he wasn't coming down for lunch; he planned to starve himself. I never expected someone would actually use him as a hostage."

"What should we do then?" Jiang Yin started eating heartily. She had left early in the morning and hadn't eaten breakfast, so she was really hungry now.

"What else can we do? We'll just bring the food up later. We can't really let the young master starve to death, can we?" Tang Ning said helplessly. "I also have something I want to ask him."

Then, he leaned forward and whispered to Jiang Yin:

"Bihai Finance has some issues. There are several large transactions with related companies that are unclear. I would like to ask if this situation will affect the acquisition."

"Oh? So they found a problem after all?" Jiang Yin's expression turned serious.

Tang Ning knew Jiang Yin was worried about Bi Hai, so she quickly waved her hand and said:

"Thank goodness, we've only found this one suspicious point so far, and it probably won't affect our acquisition, so don't worry."

.......

Unlike the continuous rain in Beijing, the sky over Xiping Town in Xiangxi was bright and sunny on Qingming Festival.

86-year-old Cao Qinghua sat in the courtyard of the nursing home, basking in the sun. Behind him was Anhua Mountain, and below him flowed the surging Canglang River.

Anhua Mountain is divided in two by the river.

Anping Town is nestled on a hillside in Jiangnan. The houses are layered and spread out along the mountainside, and the stilted houses along the river have stood quietly for a century, listening to the sound of the waves.

The town is picturesque, but due to its location deep in the mountains and inconvenient transportation, its economy is not developed.

Young people have left to work in other places, and the town's population has gradually shrunk. Those who remain are mostly middle-aged and elderly people, who still follow the centuries-old customs of working at sunrise and resting at sunset.

The hillside north of the river remains undeveloped, retaining its pristine natural state. Only a cemetery has been established halfway up the mountain, with numerous tombstones standing tall, their dark color dotting the hillside like a dark cloud fallen there.

That was the final destination for most people in the town. Many people spent their entire lives walking from the south bank of the Yangtze River to the north bank. The length of their lives was just over a hundred meters across this river.

Looking at the "dark clouds" on the opposite hillside, Cao Qinghua blinked hard, then opened his eyes again, but everything was still a blur.

She sighed inwardly: A few years ago, she could still make out the outline of the tombstones, but in recent years her eyesight has deteriorated, and the scenery over there is blurred in her eyes, and she can't distinguish any details.

Her husband, son, and daughter-in-law were all buried there, and she knew that it would be her final resting place as well.

She's been feeling unwell lately, with little appetite, and only managed a few sips of porridge at lunchtime today. Perhaps she'll soon be reunited with her husband, son, and daughter-in-law.

As people get older, they tend to reminisce, and this has been especially true these past few days, with memories flashing before my eyes like frames from a movie.

She remembered that the weather that day was similar to today, with plenty of sunshine. Seeing that the weather was nice, her son decided to go to the river to catch some fish to eat, and he and his wife went off chatting and laughing.

But once they left, they never returned.

By the time the villagers came to report the news, the two had already been pulled from the water. It turned out that the son had slipped and fallen into the river, and his wife had tried to pull him out, resulting in both of them drowning. When they were pulled from the water, the two were tightly embracing each other, inseparable.

That year, his grandson Yan Zhiqiang was still in elementary school when he rushed towards the riverbank like a madman.

From that day on, the three generations of the family depended on each other for survival.

Zhiqiang is very ambitious and always gets first place in exams. His teachers all say he is a genius.

He became the top scorer in the province's college entrance examination, and the small town celebrated with gongs and drums for several days.

Unfortunately, the old man wasn't destined to enjoy a life of luxury; he passed away a year before Zhiqiang graduated and started working.

Zhiqiang graduated and went to work at some research institute, doing academic research. He always said he wanted to take her to live in a big city, but she refused. She was used to living in the mountains, and felt uneasy away from the river.

Zhiqiang was worried that she wouldn't be able to take care of herself, so he sent her to a nursing home. The nursing home was very nice; everyone there was from the same village, so she didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

Later, Zhiqiang went abroad.

I went there four years ago, and I haven't come back since.

His voice sounded a little different on the phone than before. When she asked, he laughed and said it was because of a bad signal.

International calls are expensive, so she didn't want him to make them. Zhiqiang then asked a colleague in China to teach her how to use a chat app. Whenever she missed him, she would send him a voice message, and he would reply when he had time.

That colleague's name was "Dazhuang".

He was a sturdy man from Northeast China with a loud voice; he didn't look like someone who did scientific research. But when Zhiqiang said he was, she believed him.

Dazhuang is such a good person. He's been visiting her on Zhiqiang's behalf for the past few years. He has a cheerful personality, but seeing him reminds her of Zhiqiang, and she misses him so much...

Footsteps came from the front yard.

Cao Qinghua struggled to lift her eyelids and vaguely saw a figure walking in through the front gate, carrying large and small bags. She recognized that figure all too well.

She smiled and closed her eyes, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible: "It's... Dazhuang..."

Dazhuang saw the old woman sitting in the yard sunbathing, and quickly walked over: "Grandma, sunbathing?"

The old man did not respond.

Dazhuang was stunned.

He trembled as he reached out a finger to check his breath and then felt for his carotid artery. The next second, the thing he was carrying crashed to the ground with a thud.

"Grandma... I'll take you to see Zhiqiang." Dazhuang slowly knelt down, choking back tears.

Two days later, Cao Qinghua was buried in the cemetery on Jiangbeipo, right next to the grave of her grandson Yan Zhiqiang.

Yan Zhiqiang has been lying here for three years under his grandmother's daily watchful eye.

Dazhuang stood before the two tombs, motionless for a long time.

He originally came only to pay respects at Yan Zhiqiang's grave, but unexpectedly ended up seeing his grandmother off on her journey.

When Yan Zhiqiang participated in a classified scientific research project, his security was handled by the group led by Da Zhuang from the Fifth Division.

But on an ordinary night four years ago, he vanished into thin air. When Dazhuang and the others arrived at his apartment, everything was as usual. The cell phone on the table was still vibrating incessantly, and the caller ID had only two words: "Grandma".

Da Zhuang knew Yan Zhiqiang's family situation very well. He knew that his elderly grandmother was Yan Zhiqiang's only relative and that the old woman could not withstand such a blow.

From that day on, Dazhuang became Cao Qinghua's "grandson whom he could never see".

When he and his companions finally found Yan Zhiqiang overseas after going through countless hardships, he was already a gruesome corpse. The marks on his body and the ferocity on his face made it impossible to imagine the inhuman torture he had suffered. Even more cruelly, his head was empty, and his brain had been completely removed.

He was only 32 years old that year.

Dazhuang bowed deeply to the two graves: "Rest in peace."

His voice was low, but unusually firm:

"Zhiqiang's debt will be repaid sooner or later."