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The night grew deeper, the silence thick and viscous, like ink that could not be dissolved.

Yan Yueqing's slender figure blended into the heavy night, returning to the door that isolated her from the world's noise. The door behind her opened automatically without any wind, making a very slight "click" sound after she entered, completely shutting out any outside prying eyes.

The iris recognition device at the door lock flashed by a string of dark blue, intricate runes, so fast it was like an illusion, yet it resembled the cold, piercing eyes peering from the abyss.

Before them unfolded a futuristic library. Circular, suspended bookshelves stood like silent guardians, exuding a cold, technological aura. On the central, suspended desk, piles of old documents, like scars of history, revealed the true purpose of this place.

The dome is precisely assembled from aerospace-grade silicon carbide fibers, with nanofibers embedded in the microcrystalline glass taming the sunlight, making it flow silently like liquid silver. A suspended bookshelf, cut from a single piece of ultra-transparent alumina ceramic, floats quietly, with an intelligent system hidden within.

With just a thought, Yan Yueqing could make the suspended "grids" automatically disassemble and reassemble, precisely pushing the ancient books and secret documents she needed to the six-square-meter superconducting ceramic desk in the center.

However, the secret of the study begins the moment the spine of a book lightly touches the table.

The smooth, mirror-like desktop instantly came to life. A soft beam of light, barely perceptible to the naked eye, silently swept across the pages, without a sound or a buzz. The quantum-level spectral scanner had instantly captured and transformed the vast amount of information.

In the same millisecond, a pale blue, gossamer-thin holographic screen silently unfolded in the air, hovering a foot or so above the desk. On the screen was a perfect digital projection of the book in my hand, displaying every detail with exquisite clarity.

Within sight, the core information is clear. With just a simple "delete," everything is as if it never happened.

At this moment, Yan Yueqing sat upright at the table, the words dancing like countless golden fireflies, precisely attaching to key words, core arguments, and logical transitions under the drive of the core intelligence.

They leap lightly and shimmer slightly, illuminating the essence of the entire book like a star map.

Yan Yueqing looked at the timeline analyzed by the high-tech system and fell silent.

In her previous life, after giving birth, she was murdered by Jiang Ke when she led a team to rescue Jun Li, who was in danger abroad.

Judging by the timeline, I met Jun Li two years ago, and the arrival of Wang Bao and Yan Bao occurred three years later.

In this life, Su Zihu's arrival allowed her to meet Jun Li earlier, and their babies were born five years ago...

Originally, Jiang Ke was supposed to take action three years later, but Su Zihu's arrival disrupted the timeline, and she impatiently planned the bombing five years ago.

Yan Yueqing's gaze froze on the two nodes marked with highlighted blood circles on the star map:

The moment of death in the previous life—three years later;

The bombing in this lifetime—five years ago.

An eight-year time difference...

Su Zihu's appearance was like an invisible giant hand, which brought forward the timeline of her meeting Jun Li, the birth of her child, and even Jiang Ke's actions by a full eight years!
This was by no means a random ripple; it was more like a precisely targeted explosion aimed at the trajectory of her destiny.

Jiang Ke had brazenly launched that deadly bombing attack five years ago...

Yan Yueqing's fingers tapped unconsciously on the cold ceramic tabletop, the bone-chilling cold keeping her perfectly conscious. "Doing it five years ago...it won't have much impact..."

She repeated this cold judgment, gleaned from the clues, in a low voice, her brow furrowed.

The core intelligence picked up on her whisper, and golden light rapidly gathered and shifted, sketching a chilling picture of the truth before her eyes.

How could someone launch such a deadly attack so decisively after such a dramatic shift in the timeline, and yet be so certain that the "impact would be minimal"?
This can only mean one thing—Jiang Ke's vast network, with its core power, resources, and key pieces, was already laid out when she died in her previous life, or even earlier!

The storm brought by Su Zihu only forced Jiang Ke to "harvest" ahead of time, but it did not shake her unfathomable foundation in the slightest! This realization made her feel a cold suffocation.

Deeper, wider... and more deadly!
A chill ran up her spine, making her fingertips feel slightly cold.

She acted a full eight years ahead of schedule, yet she was still able to conceal herself so deeply, revealing even less core information than in her previous life? What does this mean? It means her ability to hide far exceeds my imagination!

She was like a venomous spider lurking in the deepest shadows, her invisible web far larger and more resilient than I had ever known in my past life.

This five-year hiatus was by no means a period of dormancy for her!
She must be out of my sight, in those corners I can't see—overseas markets, emerging technology sectors, deeper and more secretive financial networks—weaving this web even more tightly, shifting the key strategies to a more imperceptible abyss!

The sense of threat emanating from this perception is more unsettling than direct confrontation.

"Jiang Ke..." The voice in my heart was like a blade tempered with ice, "Where exactly are you lurking in the shadows right now? And what kind of inescapable trap have you laid?"

This question, like a venomous snake coiled in one's heart, hissed and sent chills down one's spine.

Yan Yueqing clenched her fists so tightly that her nails almost dug into her palms.

Jiang Ke doesn't care that the timeline is "messed up," or that he's started eight years ahead of schedule... This almost arrogant composure reveals a chilling level of absolute confidence!

It was as if the entire game was already under her control; a few years earlier or later was merely a minor parameter adjustment in the game. Her ultimate goal never changed, and her patience was unfathomable.

What does this terrifying composure signify? It means she must possess a trump card far beyond our imagination! A trump card that could overturn everything and influence the entire situation at a crucial moment, a card we have no idea about!
Thinking of this, Yan Yueqing felt a sharp shiver.

"Delete." Yan Yueqing closed her eyes, her voice cold.

The pale blue light curtain vanished, leaving only the tranquil, fluid light seeping from the dome into the study.

Absolute darkness and silence enveloped her, yet it brought unprecedented clarity to her mind. The chilling memories of her previous life, of death, flooded back like a tidal wave: the roar of explosions, the desperate feeling of falling…

But this time, the depths of my heart were no longer frozen with fear, but instead ignited a raging fire called "revenge" and "protection".

A clear train of thought unfolded in absolute silence, as if illuminated anew by invisible golden light: Intelligence! Only by possessing sufficient intelligence can one have the right to survive and win!
“Then… Jiang Ke,” she declared silently in the darkness, “it’s my turn to make a move this time.” (End of Chapter)