Meanwhile, at Nanyang International Airport—
A private jet under the Yanhuang Group was parked on the tarmac, awaiting clearance for takeoff.
Inside the cabin, Liu Yun sat by the window, his typically stoic and handsome face now wearing an odd expression as he stared at his phone screen.
After a moment, he glanced over at the man seated across from him, stood up, and handed over the phone. "Master, you might want to take a look at this."
At the time, Shang Yu was reclining on the long sofa, eyes closed and resting.
His long legs, clad in tailored dress pants, were casually crossed in front of him, and his arms rested loosely along the back of the sofa. His posture was effortless, composed, and relaxed.
Hearing Liu Yun's voice, Shang Yu slowly lifted his eyelids, the corners of his eyes curving ever so slightly.
Seeing his reaction, Liu Yun tapped the screen and reported matter-of-factly, "I received a message. I looked into it—it's from… Miss Li."
Shang Yu narrowed his eyes slightly as he took the phone from Liu Yun, his voice cool and detached. "Why does she have your number?"
Liu Yun, struck by the soul-crushing question: "?"
Master, shouldn't you be asking Miss Li that?
He said nothing, quietly returning to his seat and staring out at the cloudy sky beyond the porthole, reflecting on life.
He wanted to know the answer too!
At that moment, Shang Yu lowered his gaze to the screen, scanning the brief conversation. After a glance, he tossed the phone back into Liu Yun's lap. "Tell her—I remember."
Liu Yun blinked but didn't dare ask anything further. He immediately typed a reply to Li Qiao.
Meanwhile, Shang Yu casually picked up his own phone from the small bar beside the sofa, opened his contact list, and saved Li Qiao's number.
Contact name: BabyGirl
…
Li Qiao's gloomy mood was swept away the moment she saw Liu Yun's message reply.
Somehow, she had a strong feeling—even that self-proclaimed "borderland boss" Li Cheng might not quite measure up to Shang Yu.
He couldn't even dig up a phone number. Honestly, even Li Shaoquan was more useful.
Oh—right. She almost forgot. That border intel system was built by Li Shaoquan and Li Cheng.
Li Qiao fell into a quiet moment of reflection, then shook her head and sighed. She got up, returned to her room, and sat down at her desk to open the laptop she'd brought back from school.
The laptop was nearly empty, with only a few folders containing class materials.
She clicked open her thesis, intending to review it once more.
But the moment she did, a couple of crack-crack sounds followed—the file was instantly shredded.
Nearly ten thousand words. A full week's worth of work.
Li Qiao's eyes turned cold, staring at the destroyed document as she calmly composed herself for a few seconds.
The laptop only had a simple password. It had been left in the dorm most of the time. This wasn't an accident—this was deliberate.
She brushed her bangs aside with a sigh. "Troublesome."
The next second, her hands flew across the keyboard. A few quick commands later, a built-in system log window popped up.
She hit Enter, and a stream of login records began flying across the black terminal screen.
Three nights ago—1:28 a.m.—someone had cracked her password, and used a data-wipe tool to make the files irreversibly self-delete upon opening.
Li Qiao tried to recall her own movements that night… she was hanging out at a slow bar in the entertainment district, having fun.
Such a low-level sabotage attempt—there was only one person that came to mind.
Jiang Yi. No one else.
It seemed that Tang Yiting was right—she really had spoiled Jiang Yi too much.
Li Qiao stared blankly at the login records, expressionless. Then, growing irritated, she began tapping away at the keyboard, starting the process of recovering the lost data.