Volume 1, Chapter 50: Ning Shiyu's Dream Lover is 'Zheng'

Fang Mo gave a wry smile and agreed.

Since the yet-to-be-met Jin family had shown kindness to Sister Yuelan, it was only natural for Fang Mo, as Ning Yuelan’s husband, to help her repay this favor.

Fang Mo drove the entire way, but as they were nearing their destination, Ning Yuelan suddenly began giving directions.

Following the woman's instructions through a series of turns, Fang Mo finally parked the car and couldn't help drawing a sharp intake of breath.

"Holy crap, Sister Yuelan, isn't it a bit too extravagant for us to eat here this afternoon?"

Before them stood a resplendent, palace-like mini-complex. The parking area was already packed with various types of luxury cars, dazzling enough to resemble a miniature auto show. Fang Mo had only ever seen such a place on television.

Jiangcheng International Hotel.

This was also one of the few ultra-high-consumption venues in Jiangcheng that did not belong to the Ning Corporation.

Hearing this, Ning Yuelan curved her red lips into a slight smile.

"You did me a huge favor today, so let's have our meal here. Consider it my treat to thank you and celebrate your contribution."

With that, Ning Yuelan pushed open the car door and stepped out first.

Staring at the woman’s graceful retreating figure, Fang Mo twitched the corner of his mouth.

"I didn't really do anything though. Is a tiny contribution like that really worth Sister Yuelan spending so much money?"

"Tsk, where's your emotional intelligence? My eldest sister is obviously just finding an excuse to take you out for a proper treat. Can't the son-in-law of our Ning Corporation even see through that?"

Just then, hearing Fang Mo's muttered self-talk, Ning Shiyu nudged the young man with her elbow and rolled her eyes in mild annoyance.

Fang Mo gave a dry cough.

"Oh, is that so..."

The next moment, Ning Shiyu suddenly leaned in with a mysterious expression.

"By the way, Fang Mo, those things you said just now—were you trying to hint at something to me?"

What things?

Fang Mo froze for a moment before realizing that his sister-in-law was probably still harboring visions of "Zheng" as some heroic figure standing eight feet tall. He let out a helpless slap to his forehead.

"No, you misunderstood. I just meant that those top-tier hackers could realistically be anyone around us."

"Stop letting your imagination run wild and twisting my words."

Finished speaking, Fang Mo took long strides to catch up and walk behind Ning Yuelan.

Ning Shiyu stamped her delicate foot. "Why do I always feel like this guy Fang Mo is lying to me? Fortune-tellers say my sixth sense is extremely accurate. Fang Mo's friend definitely knows 'Zheng', or else Fang Mo himself knows 'Zheng'."

"Huh!"

Ning Shiyu suddenly stopped in her tracks.

"Could it be that Fang Mo's friend is actually 'Zheng'?"

Ning Shiyu widened her eyes, convinced that her guess was infinitely close to the truth.

Holy crap, if Fang Mo really knew the legendary King of Hackers "Zheng", she'd even be willing to warm "Zheng's" bed!

Ever since she learned of "Zheng's" heroic deeds, Ning Shiyu had secretly given her heart to this guardian deity of the Chinese dark web.

Ask any girl—didn't she fantasize about a Prince Charming in her childhood?

Let alone a nameless hero who hid in the virtual world, holding nothing more than a codename to protect China's cybersecurity!

A single-character codename that could strike terror into the hearts of countless overseas hostile forces.

He lurked in the shadows, and very few people even knew about the good deeds he did. Yet, this very lack of fame and fortune made Ning Shiyu's heart flutter all the more.

Even if "Zheng" himself turned out to be extremely ugly, Ning Shiyu still wanted to spend a spring night with him.

"Fang Mo, Fang Mo, Fang Mo, wait up..."

At this thought, Ning Shiyu hurried after Fang Mo.

Fang Mo no longer wanted to talk to Ning Shiyu.

The sister-in-law's imagination was simply too wild, yet the critical part was that her outlandish imagination might actually stumble upon Fang Mo's true identity.

Wasn't this going to be the death of him?

Fang Mo quickened his pace to walk alongside Ning Yuelan.

"Sister Yuelan, through what channel did Ning Shiyu find out about the King of Hackers 'Zheng'? Why do I feel like she's completely bewitched?"

"What channel?"

Ning Yuelan chuckled softly as the couple took the lead in entering the mall.

Leaving the relentlessly pursuing young lady behind, Ning Yuelan pondered for a moment before speaking.

"It seems to have been four or five years ago. I remember that incident; although you might not know about it, your parents should be aware. Shiyu lost her phone back then, and it contained a lot of quite private photos."

"Girls will be girls, you know—when they're young, recording the changes in their bodies from childhood to adolescence seems understandable..."

From childhood to adolescence?!

Fang Mo frowned, though noticing that Ning Yuelan had actually placed her slender hand against her chest to gesture at herself, he instantly caught on, his old face turning red.

Sister Yuelan's chest size seemed to fall just a bit short compared to her younger sister Ning Shiyu's.

Still... the size was just right.

Any larger, and one hand wouldn't be able to hold it all anymore...

The next moment, Fang Mo shook his head. What on earth am I thinking?!

Chasing those filthy thoughts out of his mind, Fang Mo rubbed his somewhat burning ears and asked Ning Yuelan, "And then?"

As they stepped onto the escalator, Ning Yuelan instinctively hooked her delicate hand around Fang Mo's arm.

Only then did she speak to him with an air of effortless charm.

"Then, along with the lost phone, those private photos were at risk of being leaked. Later on, Shiyu received text messages from someone threatening to post them one by one on the campus network to utterly ruin her reputation."

Holy crap!

That's vicious.

Fang Mo widened his eyes, never expecting Ning Shiyu to have such an episode in her past.

Ning Yuelan shrugged. "The other party didn't make any other demands; even if Ning Shiyu had wanted to buy back the phone with money, it would have been difficult. In her desperation, she heard someone mention that there was a hacker named 'Zheng' on the dark web who loved helping people."

"So she ran to the comments section of a post 'Zheng' had left behind and detailed the entire background of the situation. For some reason, a top hacker master like 'Zheng' actually had the spare time to pay attention to Ning Shiyu."

'Zheng' made a move?

Wait, wouldn't that mean I made the move?

Fang Mo frowned deeply. Did I hack someone else's device four or five years ago?

"What was the end result? The photos weren't actually posted, were they?"

Ning Yuelan shook her head. "In the end, it seemed like all the devices linked to the photos were invaded on the dark web and deleted by 'Zheng'. Furthermore, 'Zheng' even tracked down the home address of the girl who took Shiyu's phone and sent it to Shiyu."

"That girl was the female class monitor who sat in the row behind Ning Shiyu. I heard that before Shiyu transferred there, she was the undisputed campus belle of the class, excelling both in character and studies, and admired by countless male classmates."

"As a result, the moment Shiyu arrived, she attracted widespread attention due to her prominent figure, and the other boys all started swarming around Shiyu. Naturally, their class monitor harbored resentment."

Good grief, do kids these days mature this early?

How old was he four or five years old? Wait, no—how old was he four or five years ago?

And how old could Ning Shiyu have been back then?

Drawing the attention of the opposite sex and being treated like the moon surrounded by stars purely because of her prominent figure was definitely something Fang Mo would never have imagined.

Fang Mo paused for a second.

"So that little girl stole Ning Shiyu's phone just to humiliate her?"

"Mhm."

Ning Yuelan nodded.

"Is she certain that the person who helped her back then was 'Zheng'? In my impression, 'Zheng' shouldn't be the type to bother with such trivial matters..."

Fang Mo frowned, but meeting Ning Yuelan's skeptical gaze, he quickly gave a dry cough and corrected himself.

"Ah, no, I didn't mean that the matter itself was trivial. I just felt that since 'Zheng' is, after all, the dignified King of Hackers..."

"To casually step in just because of a few words left by a young girl on a social media platform—wasn't that a bit too rash?"

"Brother Shen!"

"Hmm!"

Shen Changqing walked along the road, exchanging nods and greetings with familiar faces he encountered.

Regardless of who it was, however, no one wore any excessive expression on their faces, as if they were indifferent to everything.

To this, Shen Changqing was already accustomed.

Because this was the Demon Suppression Guard, an institution responsible for maintaining stability in the Great Qin Empire. Its primary duty was to slay demons and ghosts, though it also handled a few other sidelines.

It could be said that every single person in the Demon Suppression Guard had blood on their hands.

When a person grew accustomed to life and death, they naturally grew indifferent to many things.

When he first arrived in this world, Shen Changqing had felt some discomfort, but over time, he grew used to it.

The Demon Suppression Guard was vast.

Those who could remain within the Guard were either experts of formidable strength or individuals with the potential to become such experts.

Shen Changqing belonged to the latter.

The Demon Suppression Guard was broadly divided into two professions: Town Protectors and Demon Slayers.

Anyone who entered the Guard started from the lowest tier of Demon Slayers,

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and then stepped up rank by rank, ultimately holding the hope of becoming a Town Protector.

Shen Changqing's predecessor had been a probationary Demon Slayer within the Demon Suppression Guard, the lowest grade among Demon Slayers.

Possessing the memories of his predecessor, he was extremely familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Guard.

Without taking too much time, Shen Changqing halted before a pavilion.

Unlike the rest of the Demon Suppression Guard, which exuded an air of stern slaughter, this pavilion stood out like a crane among chickens, presenting a different kind of tranquility amidst the blood and gore.

At this moment, the pavilion doors stood wide open, with people occasionally entering and exiting.

Shen Changqing merely hesitated for a split second before stepping inside.

Entering the pavilion, the atmosphere abruptly shifted.

A blend of ink fragrance intertwined with a faint smell of blood wafted over him, causing his brows to knit instinctively before smoothing out again.

The bloody scent clinging to everyone in the Demon Suppression Guard was practically impossible to wash away completely.

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