Part 2
After the inventory, Butler Chen and the two officers came downstairs. They had found a diamond necklace and a ruby ring in Wang Ma’s room, as well as other pieces of Yuan Chulan’s jewelry in two other servants’ rooms.
The three confessed that some other stolen jewelry had already been sold for cash.
After doing the math with Butler Chen, the police officer said, “The amount of stolen property is too large; a case must be filed. Would the person who reported this please come to the station with us?”
Yuan An frowned. He still needed to send the evidence to Director Xu and wasn’t sure if the police could wait for him.
Butler Chen noticed Yuan An’s difficulty and stepped forward. “I am the one who manages the records of the villa’s property. The Young Master might not be very clear on the details. I will accompany the officers to the station.”
At this moment, Butler Chen’s heart was full of gratitude toward Yuan An. If the Young Master hadn’t discovered it early, he might have lost his job when Chairman Lu or the CEO found out. Furthermore, if he followed the police to file the case, it could be considered a way to make up for his negligence.
Yuan An nodded in agreement. He understood Butler Chen’s thoughts and was willing to give him this chance to make amends.
Once the police left, Yuan An went upstairs, completely ignoring the whispering of the other servants.
…
Only after returning to his small room in the corner of the second floor did Yuan An let out a long sigh and relax his body.
Then, he took his laptop from the bookshelf and opened a software called Siyuan Documents.
Siyuan Documents was a piece of software that had only come out in recent years. It was simple and easy to use, offered a large initial cloud storage for users, and kept various historical versions of documents while syncing, which earned it rave reviews. Furthermore, the security of Siyuan Documents was very high; in the contract signed during registration, the development team guaranteed that they would not read users’ private information and would protect their personal identities.
Therefore, when Yuan An saw the feedback on this software, he immediately chose to use it for writing scripts.
Han Dao was written word by word by Yuan An using Siyuan Documents, finally completed two years ago. Its historical versions were safely protected in the backend of Yuan An’an’s account.
In his previous life, when Yuan An wanted to use his Siyuan Documents records as evidence for clarification, he discovered that all records related to Han Dao had been wiped clean. He wanted to seek help from a hacker to recover them, but unexpectedly, the fact that he was writing scripts—and supposedly “plagiarizing”—was discovered by Lu Chengyue. Lu Chengyue believed that writing scripts was a low-class profession that shamed the Lu family.
He wanted to argue and fight for his right to pursue his dreams, but instead, he provoked Lu Chengyue and was beaten by his enraged father.
Having just learned he had cancer, Lu Chengyue’s hardline opposition was the last straw that broke the camel’s back, making him feel that his entire life had become dark and hopeless. Thus, he missed the opportunity to prove his innocence and numbness watched as netizens cursed him into the ground.
His experiences in his previous life were like a heavy stone weighing on Yuan An’an’s heart. He took a deep breath and scrolled his mouse to click into his backend records.
When he saw the completely empty backend records, Yuan An’an’s brain went blank for a long time.
His backend records had still been wiped by someone; there was nothing in the recycle bin, nothing anywhere.
Could it be that he couldn’t change his fate even if he was reborn?
Unwillingness flashed in Yuan An’an’s eyes. He lowered his head, and his breathing became a bit hurried.
No, he couldn’t just accept fate. Director Xu was willing to believe him, this life was already different from the previous one, and he still had the will to resist!
Yuan An clenched his fists, then immediately looked up and logged into a computer hacker forum, posting a paid request for a hacker who could recover account records.
This forum was the largest computer hacker exchange forum in Huaxia. To register as a qualified hacker in this forum, one had to pass a very complex set of tests. Those who passed were at least top-tier experts in the computer field, so the forum also attracted people seeking help from all directions.
Something like recovering account records could be done by any hacker in the forum. Therefore, in less than a minute after Yuan An posted, several hackers left comments.
Yuan An looked at their messages, thinking about picking one to leave his contact information, when the Penguin icon in the bottom right corner of the computer screen shook, making a “di-di” sound.
His heart jolted. Looking at the shaking Penguin, he didn’t dare click it for a long time.
He only had one Penguin account logged in, and there was only one person on that account’s friend list.
And that person had suddenly lost contact with him a year ago. Until his death in his previous life, they had never been in contact again.
But now, the shaking Penguin could only mean one thing: that person had contacted him again!
Yuan An’an’s eyes were a bit moist, and his nose felt sore. He hurriedly opened Penguin and, as expected, saw the familiar starry sky avatar flashing. Behind the remark “Xingxing” was a red number two icon.
Yuan An clicked into the dialogue box and saw two messages Xingxing had sent him:
[An’an, long time no see.]
[I saw the post you made on the forum. What trouble did you run into that you suddenly want to find a hacker?]
Xingxing was a netizen Yuan An had met on a game forum five years ago. He was a hacker in this computer exchange forum with superb skills. It was actually Xingxing who had brought Yuan An into this forum.
He had probably seen the post Yuan An made.
Yuan An’an’s pale fingers pressed lightly on the keyboard. He subconsciously wanted to explain what had happened but then hesitated.
If he told Xingxing what he was going through, with Xingxing’s personality, he would definitely help him. But they hadn’t been in contact for over a year, so Yuan An didn’t know how to open his mouth.
Amidst his hesitation, Yuan An also felt a sliver of doubt.
In his previous life, Xingxing hadn’t reached out to him after he made that post.
Could it be that because he posted a day earlier in this life, Xingxing just happened to see it?
Puzzled, Yuan An’an’s fingers moved, and he replied with “It’s nothing.”
Then he saw Xingxing send two more messages:
[Why are you being so polite with me? Something happened to me this year, so I didn’t contact you. I’m sorry.]
[An’an, are we really going to become this distant just because we haven’t been in contact for a year?]
Yuan An didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, but the slight awkwardness in his heart dissipated involuntarily. He smiled, his fingers hovering over the keyboard for a moment before falling, briefly telling him about the situation with Han Dao being falsely accused of plagiarism.
There was a moment of silence from Xingxing’s side, and a reply soon arrived:
[Don’t worry, I’ll help you get the records back. Stop worrying.]
A warm current flowed through Yuan An’an’s heart. He pursed his lips and his fingers fell solemnly:
[Thank you.]
[Xingxing: No need to be so polite with me.]
[Xingxing: I’ll contact you again after I get them back.]
Besides these two sentences, he also sent a “rubbing head” emoji.
Seeing the emoji of a black cat rubbing a white cat’s head, Yuan An couldn’t help but chuckle. Xingxing didn’t usually like using small icons or emojis when chatting.
But a year ago, after seeing Yuan An use this “rubbing head” emoji occasionally, he had silently saved it and would send it to Yuan An every now and then.
Putting away his smile, Yuan An replied with an emoji of a sheep squinting and saying “OK.”
Closing his computer, Yuan An finally felt a bit more at ease. He got up and found a blue backpack, starting to pack his things.
…
After ending the conversation with Yuan An, Qin Sixing, whose expression had been very gentle, changed his face in an instant.
A dark glint flashed in his eyes, and his voice was clear and cold: “Turn around. Back to the company.”
The special assistant in the passenger seat was stunned and subconsciously reminded him, “President Qin, the banquet hosted by the Li family of Construction Materials…”
“It’s fine. It won’t be late for long. Let him wait.”
The special assistant went silent, and the driver turned around at the next intersection.
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