Ex-wife becomes the world's number one hacker

At this moment, Jiang Yin picked up the spoon and straightened up.

Li Tianmu watched helplessly as Jiang Yin rose from the opposite side of the table, instinctively covering his mouth with his hand and swallowing the rest of his words.

Jiang Yin was initially interested in the important matter Li Tianmu mentioned, but when she straightened up and saw him covering his mouth and staring at her with wide eyes, she knew that this matter must be related to Qin Heming.

Looking at Li Tianmu's hesitant expression, and then at Tang Ning's seemingly indifferent yet attentive gaze, she suddenly felt a distinct weariness—not for herself, but for them.

For the past six months, whenever the words "Qin Heming" or "Lin Xiyue" appeared, the two people opposite each other would instantly switch to a kind of cautious, tacit understanding, just like now. Tang Ning would subtly change the subject, while Li Tianmu would exaggerate and shout something else. They both thought she couldn't see through it, or rather, they thought she still "needed protection."

She sighed, put the spoon on the table, and said seriously to Li Tianmu and Tang Ning:

"There's something I need to say to you both seriously. From now on, say whatever you want about Qin Heming or related people and things. Don't always worry about me; I stopped caring a long time ago. We're all in the same circle, so it's inevitable that we'll cross paths. I know you're being so careful with your words every day because you want what's best for me, but it's tiring for you, and it's tiring for me too. From now on, just say whatever you want without any reservations, okay?"

Hearing this, Li Tianmu took his hand off his mouth, nodded, and sincerely said to Jiang Yin, "Okay, boss."

Jiang Yin frowned helplessly, then turned to Tang Ning and said, "Stop yelling like that!"

Tang Ning nodded solemnly to Jiang Yin and said sincerely, "Okay, boss, I'll take care of this."

Jiang Yin was speechless and didn't want to pay any more attention to them. She went straight to eating and had nothing to say to these two clowns.

The two people opposite her started laughing, and Jiang Yin couldn't hold back for more than a few seconds before she joined in.

Tang Ning was still preoccupied with the important matter Li Tianmu had mentioned: "Tell me quickly, tell me, what is it?"

Li Tianmu glanced around furtively, then whispered, "There are too many people here, let's talk about it after we finish eating and go back to the company."

Hey, that's really good at whetting our appetites.

On the way back after dinner, Li Tianmu became incredibly weak again, complaining of back pain and being unable to walk. He then begged Tang Ning to carry him on her back.

But once he actually started carrying it, he wouldn't stop complaining. One minute he'd complain that it was too low, the next he'd complain that it was too uncomfortable.

Tang Ning was getting really annoyed: "Why are you making such a fuss?"

Li Tianmu pouted and said, "Don't always look down on me. We've been through thick and thin together. You saved me, and I saved you."

Tang Ning turned and glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. "Why is it that when I saved you, I carried you on my back, but now that you've saved me, I'm the one carrying you?"

"I was injured, but you weren't. Hey, move up a little, your foot is dragging on the ground."

Tang Ning bounced him up a little: "Shut up, or I'll throw you down."

A true man can bend and stretch, so Li Tianmu decisively shut his mouth.

Jiang Yin followed behind, carrying Li Tianmu's bag, watching the two lovable characters bicker, finding it quite amusing.

Tang Ning grumbled under her breath, but when she got upstairs, she gently settled Li Tianmu on the sofa in her office, helped him lie down, took a thin blanket from the small lounge, rolled it up, placed it under his chin, and poured a glass of warm water and placed it next to him.

Li Tianmu adjusted his lying position to make himself more comfortable and cleared his throat. Seeing that Tang Ning was about to start keeping him in suspense again, and with his hand already raised, he quickly said, "I went to the hospital to see Lin Xiyue this morning; she fell and was hospitalized."

Upon hearing this, Tang Ning and Jiang Yin realized there was indeed some gossip going on, and quickly pulled up chairs to listen.

The matter was actually very simple, but Li Tianmu's vivid description made it seem as if one were there.

That evening, Qin Heming returned from his business trip close to eight o'clock. He went straight to the Qin Corporation headquarters to continue working. He told Huang Wei in advance not to leave work, but to wait at the company if he needed Huang Wei's assistance.

Qin Heming first had Huang Wei print out several documents, and then asked him to make tea. Unexpectedly, the first cup was too strong; Qin Heming took a sip and spat it out: "Too strong, and bitter."

Huang Wei felt a pang of anxiety and quickly took the tea back to the tea room to brew it again.

When the second cup was poured in, his hands were so nervous they were almost shaky. Qin Heming took a sip, his brow still furrowed: "It's bland, let's leave it like this."

Huang Weigang breathed a sigh of relief and was about to leave when Qin Heming called him back: "Miss Lin will be coming to pick up her gift in a bit, so please prepare the coffee."

"Yes, Mr. Qin." Huang Wei replied and returned to his office to begin preparing the Blue Mountain coffee.

He skillfully poured the coffee beans into the grinder, which hummed as it ground them into powder. Then he poured the coffee powder into the prepared pour-over filter cup, filled the kettle with water, and placed it on the warming base. Everything was ready, and he just had to wait for the familiar sound of high heels to begin brewing.

Huang Wei keenly sensed that his boss was in a bad mood today, and thought to himself: I should be careful and not provoke his boss again.

He listened anxiously to the sounds outside, waiting for the sound of Miss Lin's high heels clicking on the ground so he could make coffee at the perfect time.

Not long after, the sound of "tap, tap, tap" came clearly from the direction of the elevator entrance.

Huang Weiteng got up and quickly started making coffee. But just as the coffee machine started humming, a muffled "bang" came from outside, followed by a loud scream of pain.

"Oh no!" Huang Wei's heart skipped a beat, and he dropped his things and rushed out the door.

Lin Xiyue was lying in the corridor between the tea room and his office, her two high heels swinging far off. She was supporting herself on one elbow, and pressing her other hand hard on her lower back, tears streaming down her face as she gasped and groaned in pain.

Almost simultaneously, Qin Heming's door next door burst open, and Qin Heming rushed out. Seeing the scene, his expression changed, and he dashed up, shouting, "What's going on?"

Huang Wei grabbed him and said, "President Qin, don't go over there yet. There's water on the ground. Don't slip and fall. Let me go check first."

After Huang Wei finished speaking, he slowly and tentatively walked over, looked down and examined the surface carefully. There was indeed a small water stain on the smooth marble floor.

Qin Heming was stopped by him and stood still, not daring to go any further. He asked Lin Xiyue urgently, "Xiyue, don't cry. Where did you fall? Can you stand up?"

"I fell... I hit my tailbone..." Lin Xiyue's voice trembled as she sobbed uncontrollably, "It hurts so much... I can't move..."

Seeing that she was in a lot of pain, Huang Wei reached out to help her, but Qin Heming shouted, "Don't move her! If she injures her spine, moving her will only make things worse! Call 120!"

After saying that, he personally dialed 120.

After hanging up the phone, Qin Heming saw Huang Wei squatting next to Lin Xiyue with his hands clasped, not knowing what to do. His face darkened further: "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and wipe the floor clean! Don't let the medical staff slip and fall when they arrive."

Huang Wei suddenly realized: Oh right, I was so focused on how to help Miss Lin that I forgot about this.

Huang Wei quickly got up and ran to the tea room to get a rag. He squatted down and wiped the area vigorously a few times, but then suddenly stopped. He looked up at Qin Heming, who was pacing anxiously not far away, and said hesitantly, "President Qin... this... this doesn't seem to be water; it feels oily?"

"Oil?" Qin Heming stopped abruptly, his eyes sharpening instantly. "Someone spilled oil on the ground? Who are they trying to harm?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Xiyue, who was lying on the ground, suddenly burst into louder sobs, filled with grievance and lingering fear.

Qin Heming's face instantly turned frosty: "Hurry up and wipe it off, I'll go check the surveillance footage, you stay here and wait for the doctor."

Huang Wei dared not say another word and buried his head in vigorously wiping the area. Qin Heming, on the other hand, turned and went back to his office to take the president's private elevator.

In the monitoring room downstairs, the two staff members on duty were startled to see the boss personally going down at this hour.

Qin Heming's face turned ashen: "Get the surveillance footage from the corridor outside my office. Play back the last half hour of footage."