Ex-wife becomes the world's number one hacker

Jiang Yin had considered blocking Qin Wan'er's WeChat, and had indeed blocked her several times, but she couldn't help but unblock her each time.

She couldn't stop herself from looking at those photos. Every time a little red circle appeared on WeChat, she would tremble and click on it as if torturing herself.

Looking at those happy, joyful, and pink-bubble-filled scenes, she felt heartbroken.

It was as if an invisible, sharp knife was slashing at her heart with every photograph she looked at; each new photograph was like another cut...

Until a heart is covered with countless knife marks.

New wounds piled on top of old wounds, blood flowing freely, riddled with holes.

Tormented by both pain and longing, Jiang Yin was on the verge of collapse.

But whenever she regained consciousness, she would force herself to tell herself: I can't let myself sink like this, I have to save myself.

After much struggle and searching, she finally found an outlet for her surging emotions—to retrace the path that Qin Heming and his mother had walked together on Qin Se's second birthday.

First, arrive at Lanzhifang Clubhouse around noon. It is a Chinese-style building that is both simple and luxurious.

The vermilion gate is adorned with copper nails, and the eaves soar high with carved beams and painted rafters. There are forty high steps, with two majestic stone lions standing on either side at the bottom of the steps.

Unfortunately, Jiang Yin couldn't get in, because it only caters to the most elite circle of guests, and each guest has a custom-made card.

Qin Heming has a private room here called "Shuimo Lanting".

Jiang Yin had no cards and could only look at the door but not enter.

She would usually stand at the bottom of the steps for a while, look at the gate, count the steps, and examine the stone lions before leaving for the next stop.

Our second stop was the children's playground, where we did all the rides we had done that day.

Take a ride on the carousel. Although the area is mostly filled with children or adults with children, it's almost never the case that there's only one adult.

But Jiang Yin didn't care; she needed this.

We also want to try the bumper cars, and we want to choose the blue ones, because Qin Heming and his son rode in the blue ones that day.

The slide is off-limits; adults are not allowed on it.

But she could stand there for a while, imagining that she and Qin Heming stood side by side there that day, watching Qin Se climb up and slide down again and again.

We also need to get the ice cream machine to make it; we want creamy flavor.

You have to call from the right-hand side, because that's how Qin Heming called her and her son, one each, from the right-hand side that day.

Even though the left-hand opening was empty, Jiang Yin still had to stand in line behind the right-hand opening, despite the strange looks from others.

Oh, right, and marshmallows too!

That day there was a promotion, buy one get one free. Qin Heming bought one for his son and gave the free one to her.

The cotton candy was so sweet that day!

Their last stop was a Sichuan restaurant. Since it was a last-minute decision, they couldn't book a private room and ate in the main hall.

When Jiang Yin comes again, we will always reserve that table and order the same dishes we ate that day.

She imagined Qin Heming sitting opposite her with a frown, rinsing each dish with water before eating it because he couldn't eat spicy food, and couldn't help but laugh.

What's even funnier is that because she came so frequently, the boss and the staff all recognized her and gave her a VIP card, which gives her a 30% discount every time she dine.

In the cycle of collapse and self-healing, the days passed by like flowing water.

Before we knew it, it was September 16th, her birthday.

She hasn't celebrated her birthday since she left home at seventeen.

On the contrary, she always felt particularly irritable on this day every year, and this year was no exception.

She planned to walk that road again to dispel the gloom in her heart.

She had just stood at the bottom of the clubhouse steps and hadn't even had time to count the steps as usual when the doorman opened the door and a tall, slender figure walked out.

Jiang Yin's breath hitched: Qin Heming! Qin Heming is back!

Before she could react, another woman with a charming figure, wearing a red tight-fitting dress, walked out from inside: Lin Xiyue!

At this moment, Qin Heming also saw Jiang Yin and paused.

Lin Xiyue noticed Qin Heming's reaction and looked over as well.

Looking over, there were also two middle-aged noblewomen who had been walking up the high steps. One was Shen Lan, and the other Jiang Yin didn't recognize, but it should be Ding Meiyu.

The four people stood on high ground, looking down at Jiang Yin with disdain.

Jiang Yin was stunned, as if struck by lightning, her face turning deathly pale: They've met the parents?

"Yinyin?" Someone called her name just then.

Jiang Yin turned her head blankly and found that it was Gu Tingfeng who called her.

Several years have passed, and Gu Tingfeng hasn't changed much, except for some graying at his temples, but he still looks dashing and debonair.

There was a middle-aged man standing next to him; this must be Lin Rongsen.

Lin Rongsen looked older, with a somewhat haggard and puffy face, but one could still vaguely see his refined demeanor.

Gu Tingfeng sighed: "Yinyin, you child, we've always treated you like our own daughter. Look at you, you ran away without a word, and haven't contacted the family for so many years, you even changed your surname."

Jiang Yin looked directly into his eyes: "Don't you know why I left?"

Instead of directly answering Jiang Yin's question, Gu Tingfeng asked, "How have you been these past years?"

Jiang Yin retorted, "What do you think? Qin Heming is my husband, do you know that?"

Gu Tingfeng lowered his head, avoiding Jiang Yin's eyes: "...I know, Heming said it at the beginning."

"But you also know how this marriage came about. Heming doesn't love you. You should... you should let go sooner rather than later." Gu Tingfeng raised his head again.

Jiang Yin suppressed her trembling voice:

"So, you're saying you agreed to them doing this? Is this what you call 'treating me like your own daughter'? Letting your other daughter steal my husband?"

Gu Tingfeng frowned upon hearing this:

"Yinyin, you can't say that. You two are going to get divorced eventually anyway, so what difference does it make whether it's sooner or later?"

Then he sighed again, softened his tone, and said with a hint of earnestness:

"What is destined to be yours will be yours, and what is not, you cannot force. Ah, man cannot fight against fate!"

Jiang Yin could no longer hold back her tears and choked out, "Is this your worldview?"

At this moment, Lin Xiyue stood on the steps and shouted at them:

"Dad, Dad, come on up. Heming and I have things to do this afternoon, so we can't stay too long."

Upon hearing this, Gu Tingfeng immediately put on a smile and replied to Qin Heming and Lin Xiyue, "You're here."

After saying that, Gu Tingfeng patted Jiang Yin on the shoulder and said, "Yinyin, today is a good day. Don't cause trouble. Try to think positively."

After saying that, he pulled Lin Rongsen up the steps together, while Lin Rongsen didn't say a word the whole time.

Jiang Yin watched as Qin Heming pushed open the clubhouse door himself, while Lin Xiyue linked arms with Shen Lan on one arm and Ding Meiyu on the other. Gu Tingfeng and Lin Rongsen followed behind, supporting each other. The group walked in intimately.

The door then slowly closed.

From beginning to end, Qin Heming did not look back at her even once.

So that's how Lin Xiyue distinguished between the two sets of parents: Dad, Mom, Dad, Mom.

Jiang Yin muttered these unfamiliar words to herself.

She stood there blankly for a long time, then walked along the road in a daze.

From the height of midday sun to the deep darkness of midnight.

She didn't know when it started, but two figures appeared behind her, following her at a distance that wasn't too close.

She was completely unaware of this...