Ex-wife becomes the world's number one hacker

Jian Tingyun rushed to the front desk of Tianyu Technology in a hurry: "Is President Jiang here? I... need to see her about something?"

"I'm sorry, Ms. Jian, our General Manager Jiang was away on a business trip yesterday afternoon," the receptionist replied politely.

A bucket of cold water was poured over Jian Tingyun, chilling her to the bone. However, a surge of anger quickly rose within her, "Is President Tang here?"

"Mr. Tang is here. I'll inform you..."

Before the receptionist could finish speaking, Jian Tingyun stormed into Tang Ning's office.

Without knocking, he pushed the door open and entered, seeing Tang Ning and Li Tianmu sitting on the sofa, discussing something with documents in their hands.

Jian Tingyun went in and, without saying a word, went straight to Tang Ning and asked, "Why are you working people to death? It's almost Chinese New Year, why are you still sending President Jiang on a business trip?"

Tang Ning was stunned. Jian Tingyun was always gentle and humble, and this was the first time he had ever been so flustered and pale.

He was a little confused, but he still explained confidently, "But she's the boss, and a major shareholder."

Jian Tingyun was stunned: Oh right, she's the boss, no one can force her.

He suddenly didn't know what to say next. He turned his head and saw Li Tianmu staring at him with his mouth agape in astonishment, and anger welled up inside him.

"What are you laughing at? What's so funny?"

Li Tianmu was even more astonished, his puppy-dog eyes widening as he turned to look at Tang Ning: "Did I laugh?"

Tang Ning looked completely bewildered and shook her head.

Jian Tingyun suddenly came to her senses: What happened to me? How did one wrong step lead to another?

While he was still in a daze, he saw Li Tianmu slap the sofa armrest, point at Jian Tingyun, and shout sternly, "Who are you? Get off Brother Tingyun right now, or I won't be polite!"

After saying that, Jian Tingyun paused for a moment, then clutched her stomach and collapsed onto the sofa, bursting into laughter.

Tang Ning and Li Tianmu exchanged a glance, and seeing that Jian Tingyun had returned to normal, they laughed together.

Afterwards, Jian Tingyun explained that she was under a lot of pressure recently and wanted to play a joke on them, and the matter was thus forgotten.

Leaving the Heavenly Realm, Jian Tingyun arrived at the plaza. It was unusually windless today, and the winter sun felt surprisingly warm.

He stood there in the square, stunned, feeling that he would go crazy sooner or later if he continued like this, and that he needed to find a way to calm himself down.

Just then, his phone rang. He took it out and saw it was Lin Xiyue.

He frowned and answered the phone:

"Tingyun, it's Qi Shao's birthday tonight. Heming is away on a business trip. Are you going?" Lin Xiyue said gently into the microphone.

"No, I have something to do. Let's talk later." Jian Tingyun hung up the phone in a second.

Lin Xiyue was taken aback for a moment, then realized: It's almost the end of the year, you must be too busy.

In the evening, Lin Xiyue arrived at Carlton Bar—the venue for Qi Shao's birthday party—without much interest.

Qin Heming was away on a business trip, and Jian Tingyun was also busy, so she didn't really want to come. However, she had already accepted the invitation, and it wouldn't be right not to come.

Unlike the gatherings of the past where one had to go to great lengths to get into the upper circles, now, thanks to her relationship with Qin Heming, she not only receives invitations frequently, but can even pick and choose which ones to attend, depending entirely on her mood.

She entered the bar, exchanged pleasantries with Qi Shao and presented him with a gift, then looked around listlessly.

Several of Qi Shao's friends were sitting in the booths, some of whom she recognized, and many of them greeted her.

Suddenly, she saw a handsome, artistic young man sitting in a booth by the window, looking down at something.

She smiled and suddenly became interested in tonight's birthday party.

She walked briskly forward, sat down directly opposite the young man, and lightly tapped the table: "Hello, Young Master Wang, good evening!"

As Wang Qian looked up, he took the wireless earphones off his ears.

"Aren't you surprised to see me?" Lin Xiyue said with a smile.

"Ah? Miss Lin? What brings you here?" Wang Qian immediately put on an exaggerated expression of surprise, matching Lin Xiyue's words.

Lin Xiyue smiled sweetly and said to him, "What are you listening to? Why are you so focused?"

"A friend composed this piece; let me listen to it. Would you like to hear it? And could you give me some feedback?" Wang Qian said, handing over the earphones.

Lin Xiyue quickly waved her hand, "No, no, it's not easy to see each other, let's talk."

Before Wang Qian could answer, she quickly changed the subject: "How are things? Are you doing well at the tech company?"

Wang Qian snorted, slumped back in his seat, and said with a wry smile, "How can something good be expected from someone who works with musical notes working with character symbols?"

After saying that, he straightened up, picked up an empty glass, and was about to pour wine for Lin Xiyue. Lin Xiyue waved her hand and said, "I just ordered wine at the bar, no need to pour me any."

As they were talking, the waiter brought Lin Xiyue's drink: "Miss, your Yamazaki 12-year-old, one ice ball."

Upon hearing this, Wang Qian glanced at Lin Xiyue and chuckled in admiration, "Exquisite."

The two clinked their glasses lightly and each took a sip.

Lin Xiyue comforted her, "Take it slow, things will get better."

Wang Qian scoffed, "It's not that easy. I don't know anything about business. They all think I'm stupid and are trying to fool me."

At that moment, the melody of the classic jazz piece "My Funny Valentine," a blend of fragility, longing, and contradictory beauty, filled the stage. The bar, in a moment of whimsy, switched off its already dim lights, leaving the booths illuminated only by black metal candles emitting the scent of cedarwood.

Wang Qian rested his arms on the table, his head on his arms, intently watching the flickering candlelight before him. He hadn't tied his long hair up today; the slightly curly strands cascaded casually over his shoulders, inexplicably softening his usually sharp facial features. The interplay of light and shadow cast a warm glow on his deep-set eyes and prominent nose.

Lin Xiyue sighed inwardly: How could a boy be so beautiful...

"You're also a musician, so you know how painful it is not to be able to pursue your favorite profession, right?" Wang Qian said quietly, then looked up at her with a childlike longing for affirmation in his eyes.

"Oh?...Yes, that's right." Lin Xiyue nodded quickly.

Wang Qian lowered his eyes again, and murmured as if talking to himself, "I knew you understood me."

He stretched out his long, slender fingers and stroked the slightly warm metal canister around the candle, then sighed. "Sometimes it's quite ironic. Outside, as a member of the Wang family, everyone thinks you're omnipotent. But in reality, just because you were born late, you get ostracized, ignored... and told you're unworthy of your position..."

Listening to Wang Qian's murmurs, Lin Xiyue noticed that his eyes no longer held the playfulness and unruliness, but only melancholy and despondency, like a fragile vase.

She suddenly felt that she had touched on another side of Wang Qian that no one else knew, a side that she also deeply felt—because of the difference in her family background compared to the Qin family, countless people in the upper circles were talking behind her back.

She understood that this was the growing pain of crossing social classes. But that didn't mean she wasn't emotional.

At this moment, a silent resonance quietly connects the two.

Lin Xiyue knew about the Wang family's situation. The current Mrs. Wang was a second wife, a dancer from an ordinary family, and Mr. Wang was quite young. Mr. Wang's first wife's family was powerful, and after Mrs. Wang's death, they helped her son, Wang Shen, firmly secure his position as the "crown prince" of the Wang family.

The current Mrs. Wang is unwilling to accept this situation and always wants Wang Qian to come back and take over some of the family businesses, otherwise she will threaten to die. This is the reason why Wang Qian came back this time.

Wang Qian straightened up, downed his Negroni in one gulp, and with slightly tipsy eyes, glanced intently at Lin Xiyue before lowering his gaze and murmuring:

"I'm just unlucky. It seems like I'm always a step too late. Even the woman I like has become someone else's girlfriend... It seems like what I want is always just a mirage."

Then, as if to hide the melancholy on his face, he turned his head toward the stage, and a faint glint seemed to flash in the corner of his eye.

Looking at the fragile boy in front of her, Lin Xiyue's heart suddenly trembled. She suddenly wanted to hug him, tell him not to cry, that everything would be alright, and that she would always be with him.

However, the moment this thought crossed her mind, a cold alarm bell rang in her mind: No, don't let your imagination run wild. Qin Heming is the best choice for her. He has a high status, is willing to make sacrifices, and most importantly, he loves her deeply.

Moreover...

However, it's not bad to have a close male friend like Wang Qian who understands you.

Looking at Lin Xiyue's pensive profile, Wang Qian's lips curved into an almost imperceptible smile.