Chapter 10

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Li Qiao took a bite of her toast and replied nonchalantly, “Tomorrow.”

Li Yan nodded seriously and said with malice, “That son of a b*tch Shang Lu. Just see how we straighten this rascal out when the big brother and third brother come back.”

…

Li Qiao returned to her room after breakfast. She picked up her phone and realized that she’d forgotten to turn it back on after last night.

Her phone almost exploded the moment she turned it on and the screen lit up.

Tang Yiting had sent her over twenty Wechat messages.

Little Ting of Tang: I got the wrong number? [Confused emoji]

Little Ting of Tang: That’s impossible! I can recite your phone number backward!

Little Ting of Tang: Little Li Qiao, you’re so cruel. The security guard said you left with some mysterious big fish.

Little Ting of Tang: Am I still the one you love the most?

Little Ting of Tang: Why aren’t you talking to me…

Little Ting of Tang: [Sad emoji] You turned off your phone! My heart is broken. I can’t breathe.

Li Qiao’s lips twitched slightly after reading all of the messages.

She could easily picture Tang Yiting standing outside of the Accounting Room and messaging her with an aggrieved expression on her face.

Li Qiao knew it was her fault. She typed a few words back to her: I was busy for real.

After that, she went on Chanel’s official website and found their newest handbag. She took a screenshot and sent it to Tang Yiting with the message: Give you this tomorrow.

Little Ting of Tang immediately replied: Thank you, Boss. Carry on, please. [Rubbing hands excitedly.jpg]

…

Li Qiao went back to the Entertainment Center that afternoon to pick up her car and stopped by the Chanel store.

She tossed the gift box in her trunk and sat in the driver’s seat. She tapped the steering wheel with her fingers, pondering and hesitating.

After a while, Li Qiao started the engine and drove directly to the Riverfront Luxury Apartment.

It was where her cousin Li Shaoquan lived.

Li Qiao turned the car at the corner of the street and saw a fruit stall by the side. She stopped and bought a bunch of bananas.

It was inappropriate for her to visit her cousin empty-handed.

The building had a skip-floor design. Li Qiao held the bananas in her arms and pressed her finger on the biometric lock.

A stale, heavy smell of cigarettes hit her face the moment she opened the door.

Li Qiao had long become accustomed to the stench. She pushed the door open and walked in long strides directly to the study on the top floor.

At this moment, Li Shaoquan was sitting in front of the computer, typing lines of code. He had dark circles under his eyes, and his hair was long messy. It looked like he hadn’t cleaned himself up in a while.

He could be a refined rich boy, yet he chose to be a disheveled geek.

Li Shaoquan was the only son of Li Qiao’s second uncle and was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Nonetheless, he still didn’t have a legitimate occupation at the age of twenty-six.

His ultimate dream was to become the Godfather of the Alliance of White-Hat Hackers, aka “daddy of the hackers.”

White-Hat Hacker was only a nickname. Some hackers once broke into the computer networks in Nanyang and stirred up a lot of trouble. Subsequently, many young people formed the Alliance of White-Hat Hackers on their own and defeated the criminals who had attempted to destroy the local economy.

Li Shaoquan was eighteen-years-old at that time. Since then, he’d been obsessed with joining the Alliance of White-Hat Hackers—the embodiment of justice.

Squinting, Li Qiao walked to the desk and placed the bananas in front of Li Shaoquan. The pungent smell of the cigarettes made her furrow her eyebrows in annoyance. She turned her head and surprisingly found that the window was open.

She took a brief look at the cigarette butts in the ashtray. How had Li Shaoquan not died already from smoking?

At this moment, Li Shaoquan raised his head, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He rubbed his eyes and mumbled, “The fruit… is quite expensive, right?”

Three bananas. How generous!

Li Qiao leaned against the computer desk and looked around at the dingy, peeling wallpaper. She withdrew her gaze and said, “It’s the thought that counts. Look up a person for me.”

Li Shaoquan stopped clicking the keyboard. He held the cigarette and let out a puff, then picked up the bananas and shook them slightly. “I’m the future Godfather of the White-Hat Hackers. Am I only worth three bananas?” he asked.