Ex-wife becomes the world's number one hacker

Jiang Yin looked at the dining table, where there were two similar ingredient packages to the ones Qin Se was carrying.

Qin Heming had already sat down at the table and was trying to open the plastic seal of one of the packages.

She knelt down and gently stroked her son's cheek:

"Sesame, how about letting Daddy do it for you? Mommy still has work to do."

"But..." Qin Se frowned slightly, her expression serious.

"The teacher said that children need to complete this with their parents."

Jiang Yin couldn't help but chuckle; this child always treated the teacher's words as an unquestionable imperial edict.

She softened her voice: "If Dad helps you with it, isn't that the same as doing it together with Mom and Dad? You can tell the teacher that."

Qin Se blinked, then suddenly tilted her head and asked, "Mom, are you teaching me... to lie?"

A soft "pfft" came from the side; it was Qin Heming unable to hold back his laughter.

Jiang Yin stood up and glared at him.

Qin Heming decided to stop holding back and laughed loudly, "Hahaha, son, well done!"

The family of three sat around the table. Qin Heming had poured a whole bag of materials onto the table, which were colorful and shimmered under the light.

After being introduced by the father and son, Jiang Yin learned that this was a mosaic collage craft.

"I didn't know which one SeSe would like, so I bought two extra samples based on different patterns and difficulty levels," Qin Heming said, laying out the three sample sheets in front of Qin Se.

"Come on, choose your favorite one."

Qin Se leaned over the table, stretched out her little finger, and poked one of the photos: "Little Dolphin!"

"Okay, this is the simplest one, suitable for beginners." Qin Heming neatly emptied out all the contents of the corresponding materials package.

Jiang Yin had never been involved in this kind of handicraft before, but looking at the brightly colored little squares, shiny edging strips and glue bottles, she found them novel and interesting.

The three of them quickly became engrossed in it.

Qin Heming was in charge of arranging the different colored mosaic tiles in order, referring to the blueprints. Jiang Yin took the small tiles he handed her and carefully applied the adhesive. Qin Se, on the other hand, knelt on the chair, intently pressing the colored tiles her mother handed her, one by one, into the grooves on the baseboard.

At first, their movements were a bit clumsy; the glue was applied a little too thickly, and the colored pieces were placed slightly off-center. But no one paid attention to those imperfections.

Gradually, a silent understanding flowed among the three: Qin Heming anticipated the next color he needed, and Jiang Yin would hand it over at just the right moment. When Qin Heming's small, unsteady hand pressed down on the color, Jiang Yin would gently support his wrist.

The warm yellow light bathed the dining table, and the air was filled with a faint smell of glue, along with Qin Se's occasional small cheers when she pieced something together correctly.

Those small, hard, sharp-edged color blocks were patiently placed into their proper places in their hands.

One piece, then another.

As the chaotic colors gradually faded, the dolphin's rounded outline, its azure back and silvery belly, began to emerge little by little from the chaos, shimmering with a delicate and gentle light.

When the artwork was completed, Qin Se cheered, holding up the shimmering dolphin-shaped base.

Jiang Yin and Qin Heming exchanged a glance, both feeling somewhat unsatisfied.

"This stuff is so much fun!" Jiang Yin's eyes sparkled as she looked at the other two packets of materials.

"How about we buy those two bags together too?"

"Great!" Qin Heming was equally enthusiastic. "We didn't have these kinds of things when we were kids. Kids these days have so many fun things to do."

The remaining two patterns were much more complex and had richer colors, which suited the adults' tastes better.

The two of them laid out the baseboard again and quickly became engrossed in it. No one noticed when Qin Se slid off the chair and ran off to play something else.

The light quietly enveloped this corner of the dining table.

The two sat head to head, occasionally exchanging opinions in hushed tones, one applying glue, the other placing the color blocks. The only sounds in the air were the soft clatter of the color blocks against the baseboard and their breathing.

Time slipped away silently as I focused intently. Outside the window, night had fallen, and all was quiet.

"Yinyin, there's not enough glue here, it's not stuck properly." Qin Heming pointed to a slightly raised gap.

Jiang Yin inserted the tip of the glue bottle into the gap and squeezed it a few times, but no glue came out.

Qin Heming subconsciously reached out and grabbed Jiang Yin's hand along with the glue bottle. He squeezed out the little glue left and filled the gap.

Jiang Yin's heart skipped a beat.

That hand, with its distinct knuckles, felt a familiar warmth that sent shivers down my spine.

She stood frozen in place, a slight dizziness rising from where their skin had touched, coursing up her spine.

Countless images flashed through my mind: the abandoned warehouse by the sea, the resolute SUV at the crossroads, the hospital corridor, the running figure during Operation Entropy Silence...

Everything around seemed to fade and distort instantly.

In a daze, she seemed to be sitting at the large mahogany dining table in the Qin family's old house again.

The air was filled with the calming scent of mahogany, and the faint sounds of Grandma Qin and the maid talking in hushed tones drifted from the kitchen. Sitting opposite her was still that young man with clear eyes and a hint of arrogance in his smile.

"Yinyin, the piece you're holding should be put here," the boy said, pointing to the puzzle sheet in a clear voice.

"Yingying, don't space out, add a little more here." A mature and magnetic voice in her ear pulled her back to reality.

Two voices, two times and spaces, overlap and merge seamlessly at this moment.

Jiang Yin suddenly came to her senses.

The lamp is still the same lamp, the table is still the same table, and the lingering warmth on the back of my hand feels so real.

She suddenly realized something, something that had happened silently but only now caught her attention: she was no longer "reacting" to his touch.

It was nearly midnight when the two mosaic pieces were completed.

The two put down their artwork with satisfaction, only to realize with a start that their son had fallen asleep on Jiang Yin's bed sometime earlier.

Qin Heming glanced at the time and said casually, "It's too late. Can I sleep in the guest room?"

Jiang Yin nodded almost without hesitation.

Firstly, it is indeed too late, and secondly, my son will be happy to see his father when he opens his eyes tomorrow morning.

Compared to the child's happiness, the lingering resentment in my heart seemed insignificant.

In fact, Yu Haiquan had spoken with her a few days ago.

First, the direction for the future was clarified: although the direct threat had been eliminated, her confidential identity still needed to be covered, and her current role as an entrepreneur was the best shield.

Then, this usually serious boss said in a very earnest tone:

"When we review the situation, we have all the information, so we naturally feel that there might be 'better' options. But at the time, the information he had was incomplete, and your safety left no room for trial and error. His methods may have been extreme, but you have to try to understand that sense of 'having no choice'."

Jiang Yin understood the reasoning.

Reason and emotion are never in sync.

She simply put the problem aside. Perhaps time would provide the answer, or perhaps one day her mindset would change, and it would no longer be a problem.

From then on, Qin Heming settled into the guest room.

By day, he is a shrewd and composed CEO of a wealthy family. By evening, he dons his floral apron and becomes a "househusband" who does the laundry and cooks.

He switches between the two identities with ease and enjoys it immensely.

He no longer eagerly begged for forgiveness, but quietly did what he was supposed to do: cook, clean, and spend time with the children. He returned all other choices to Jiang Yin.

He was like a prisoner who had sentenced himself to life imprisonment, whose only wish was to stay by the side of the mother and child.

After Grandma Qin's health improved, Qin Zhenting slowly told her the truth. The old lady called in tears, rambling incoherently to Jiang Yin, the gist of which was, "I never thought I would live to see this day."

She then asked to turn on speakerphone and proceeded to berate Qin Heming for a full ten minutes, using a variety of insults.

Qin Heming continued mopping the floor without changing his expression, as if he were the one being scolded.

The old lady concluded by saying, "Wait until I get back to Beijing, and I'll break your 'dog legs'!"

Jiang Yin held the phone, her eyes crinkling with a smile as she listened.

"You're such an idiot," Qin Heming said, shoving the mop at her feet. "Your husband's 'lackey' is about to be lost, and all you do is laugh."

"Lift your foot."

The final stages of "Operation Yellow Bird" are still underway. Meanwhile, the dispute with the Zhi Inspection Team has been resolved swiftly and decisively by Jiang Yin.

She took over the Zhixun patrol and returned the funds that the Gu and Lin families had initially invested in Zhixun.

Actually, at the time, she wanted to return the Zhixun to Qin Heming.

Qin Heming asked in surprise, "Isn't what's mine yours? Why are you being so particular about it? Aren't you going to develop industrial drones? You can take them; that team is quite capable."

Lin Rongsen sold all his family property, entrusting Jiang Yin to pass on a portion to Zhuang Zinan's elderly father, and donated the rest to impoverished mountain areas. He then left all behind and entered a Buddhist monastery.

Because of Qin Heming and Lin Rongsen's intervention at the crucial moment, and also because of the affection between her grandparents, Jiang Yin did not pursue the matter further. The funds were returned, and the matter was considered settled.

Time has quietly flown by, and the family of three has been living in this apartment of over 100 square meters for more than two months.

The house wasn't large, but it gradually felt more spacious under Qin Heming's meticulous care.

Green plants, fresh flowers, and warmly colored paintings... the once slightly cold space now exudes the warmth and vitality of home.

Jiang Yin stayed in the master bedroom, Qin Heming stayed in the guest bedroom, and Qin Se chose who to sleep with depending on her mood.

Qin Heming knew that Jiang Yin's inner conflict had not been resolved, so although he was gentle and considerate in his daily interactions, he always kept to himself and never overstepped the boundaries.

It's already mid-November, and the capital city is shrouded in continuous rain in late autumn, with the days getting dark earlier and earlier.

When Jiang Yin got off work that night, it was already completely dark.

She drove through the wet streets, and as she approached her apartment, she could see the warm, amber light shining from her balcony.

Qin Heming bought it and hung it up.

He said, "Amber light travels far; let this lamp light your way home."

Sometimes Jiang Yin would feel a little dazed, as if they had lived through many years of such warm and inviting days. The hardships and pain in between were as blurry as a faded dream.

When people are immersed in comfort and warmth for a long time, a soft courage will quietly grow in their hearts.

She thought that perhaps it was time to open those suicide notes and recordings.