Ex-wife becomes the world's number one hacker

Jiang Yin took off her headset and put it in the drawer. She rubbed her neck, stood up, and stretched.

After six hours of intense concentration, my body is somewhat fatigued, but my mind is still unable to calm down from the excitement.

Since she couldn't sleep anyway, Jiang Yin decided to go back to her apartment to rest for the morning and then come back in the afternoon to meet with the supplier.

She used a remote control to raise the electric curtains; outside, the winter sky over Beijing at six o'clock was still dark.

The light in the room across the street, which is decorated with a Chinese knot, is still on. As the only light source in the entire building, it is very conspicuous.

Jiang Yin curled her lip: What a double standard. Didn't she also stay up all night?

Suddenly remembering that the meeting materials should be supplemented with some more content, she quickly sat down and worked on them for another half hour before packing up her things and going downstairs.

Because of repairs in part of the underground parking lot of Building 2, her parking space was assigned to the side closer to Building 3.

The parking lot was empty and deserted, but Jiang Yin's footsteps echoed clearly.

Just then, another series of footsteps came from behind—one crisp, like high heels; the other dragging, as if the owner had difficulty moving.

Why would there be anyone else at this time?

Jiang Yin turned around alertly and was shocked to see Lin Xiyue and Qin Heming walking out of the elevator lobby of Building 3.

This is... spending the whole night together?

Lin Xiyue walked ahead in high heels, while Qin Heming, unlike his usual upright self, was slightly hunched over, his right hand clutching his abdomen, looking listless.

The two were only five meters apart, and Lin Xiyue naturally saw Jiang Yin as well. In addition to her usual contempt, she also showed a bit of smugness in her eyes. She treated Jiang Yin as if she didn't exist and walked straight to Qin Heming's Bentley not far away.

The moment Qin Heming saw Jiang Yin, he paused, then straightened up, bringing his feet together, and gazed at her from afar.

Jiang Yin coldly withdrew her gaze, got into the car, started the engine, and drove away without looking at them again.

As she drove, she couldn't help but think: some people fight all night for cybersecurity, while others indulge in pleasure all night long.

She knew Qin Heming's abilities in that area very well. The fact that he was so tired that he couldn't straighten his back meant that he hadn't rested for a moment all night. He was really something.

Back in her apartment, Jiang Yin was overcome with sleepiness and fell asleep immediately.

I woke up to my alarm and was just about to go see the supplier when Qin Se called: "Mom, Dad is sick and can't take care of me. He asked me to ask you if I can stay at your place for a couple of days."

Jiang Yin was overjoyed, naturally more than happy to oblige. "Great! Where are you? Mom will come pick you up."

"Mom doesn't need to pick me up, Aunt Hui will take me there," Qin Se said cheerfully.

Jiang Yin called Tang Ning, explaining that she couldn't attend the afternoon's meeting, but the documents were on her computer, and asked Professor Han to work overtime to help process them.

Tang Ning knew she had been on a mission last night, and assumed she just needed to rest.

Jiang Yin stood downstairs waiting for her son to come over, remembering that she usually contacted her son by phone.

Qin Heming wouldn't bring his son to see her, and she would never ask him about it. She wouldn't reveal any weaknesses or vulnerabilities to Qin Heming. Because she firmly believed that if Qin Heming knew what she desired the moment before, he would ruthlessly take it away the next, just like he had taken their son away.

About half an hour later, a Vellfire minivan drove into the residential area, the door opened, and Qin Se ran out happily.

Jiang Yin greeted him with a smile, picked up her son, and kissed him.

Then she saw Sister Hui and the driver, Xiao Wang, get out of the car one after the other and greet her respectfully, "Madam."

Jiang Yin paused for a moment, then smiled, said nothing, and carried Qin Se into the apartment building.

In the elevator, the mother and son kissed each other on the cheek, and Qin Se giggled.

Upon entering the house, Jiang Yin felt that unease return, remembering that Qin Heming must have held their son. She took out the clothes she usually bought for Qin Se and changed him from head to toe, even washing her face.

After everything was tidied up, Qin Se's face scrunched up, looking listless.

Jiang Yin's heart sank, and she quickly squatted down to ask, "What's wrong?"

Qin Se pressed her face against her mother's, her voice filled with worry as she said, "Dad's stomach problem has flared up again, and this time it's serious. He needs to be hospitalized..."

Jiang Yin almost burst out laughing: What a load of nonsense! This excuse is only good for fooling a three-year-old. In their four years of marriage, she had never heard of him having a stomach problem.

But she still comforted her son, saying, "It's okay, you'll just go to the hospital for an IV drip. It's not a serious illness, don't worry."

Happy times are always short-lived. The next evening after dinner, Qin Heming called Qin Se's phone and told Jiang Yin, "Tomorrow is Monday, so it won't affect your work. The nanny van will pick up Se Se in a little while."

Jiang Yin replied crisply, "Okay."

Hearing Qin Heming's voice still sound weak, Jiang Yin thought to herself with a sneer: He really is exhausted.

When Qin Se came to pick her up, it was still Sister Hui and Xiao Wang who respectfully called her "Madam" and brought her a box of her favorite snacks.

Looking at the box of pastries, Jiang Yin suddenly felt a sense of disorientation, as if things had changed and people were no longer the same.

She just smiled and didn't say anything.

......

Another busy week has begun. With the Spring Festival approaching, this busyness has become even more urgent. For some reason, people seem to like setting their work deadlines before the Spring Festival.

Tang Ning was extremely busy, and Jiang Yin was just as busy.

At noon, Tang Ning went out and did not return, so Jiang Yin went to the cafeteria to eat alone.

To take advantage of the preferential policies of the science park, Jane's Global Technology also moved its branch office to the science park, located in Building 5, Area B. Furthermore, for easier coordination with Tianyu, all personnel involved in the "Skylark" project also moved to the science park.

As the person in charge of the Lark project, Jian Tingyun often comes to the science park to work.

At noon, he wanted to use his lunch break to have lunch with some managers from the Science and Technology Park branch, exchange ideas, and see if they had any requests before the Spring Festival. So he booked a private room on the second floor of the food court in Area A.

He entered the lobby and climbed the curved staircase. Turning back casually, he happened to see Jiang Yin sitting in a corner, dining. The surroundings were bustling and noisy, yet she sat quietly, her expression serene, as if she had carved out a tranquil space for herself amidst the chaos.

In that instant, Jian Tingyun suddenly understood what loneliness meant. Then, thinking of Qin Heming and Lin Xiyue's high profile, she felt a sense of empathy for Jiang Yin and felt a pang of sympathy, wanting to go and keep her company.

He took out his phone and told his secretary to let the managers have their own lunch, and that they could discuss the matter later in the afternoon.

Jian Tingyun took a tray, got her food, and sat down opposite Jiang Yin.

Jiang Yin looked up and saw it was him. She smiled and nodded, then asked him, "How are the soybeans? I haven't seen you post any pictures of them lately."

Jian Tingyun smiled helplessly, "I've been too busy lately. I've been trying to find time to ask you to go see it, but you seem even busier than me."

"This little guy is so naughty now, always jumping around and doing bad things." Jian Tingyun thought of Huang Dou with a doting expression.

Jiang Yin smiled and said, "Small animals also need to be managed; we need to teach them rules."

"Hey, my philosophy is different from yours. Pets are meant to be pampered. They don't need to go to university or support a family. They can just live a comfortable life." Jian Tingyun proudly recited her dog-raising philosophy.

Jiang Yin shook her head, thinking: Dogs raised with this kind of philosophy are likely to be spoiled by their loving fathers and become more of a slacker.

"You have no idea how vengeful it is. One day, I was walking it outside, and it started barking wildly at another male dog. I kicked it lightly. When I got up in the middle of the night, it ran onto my bed and peed a huge amount of urine. In the morning, it even pooped in my shoes."

Jian Tingyun picked up her phone and showed Jiang Yin the photos. Her manner was more like showing off than complaining.

He then placed his phone on the dining table: "Look, this folder is full of its photos."

Jiang Yin peeked out and the first thing she saw was a large, round stain of water on the dark blue bed sheet, which was definitely soybean urine.

Jiang Yin couldn't help but laugh. She swiped the screen, and the next picture was of the opening of a sneaker, inside which were two poop balls squeezed together, with another one scattered on the ground next to the shoe.

Jiang Yin couldn't help but burst into laughter, a rare occurrence for her, her eyes curving into crescent moons.

Jian Tingyun watched as Jiang Yin's smile grew from a faint smile to a brighter one, and watched as a beautiful face blossomed before his eyes like a flower.

He suddenly felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his mind went blank, his heart skipped a beat, and he almost dropped the soup bowl he was holding.

He quickly put down the bowl, patted his wildly beating heart, and tried to suppress the pounding excitement.

What happened?!

Could this be the legendary...?

Heart fluttering?!