Chapter 198 Logic Virus

The night was as dark as ink, and the bathroom in Courtyard No. 1 was filled with steam, which covered the frosted glass with a hazy mist.

Hot water poured down from the showerhead, washing over the two of them.

Su Wantang was so tired that her eyelids were almost closed. She leaned limply against the warm tiles, letting Lu Jingyan's large, calloused hands massage her sore shoulders with just the right amount of pressure.

His movements were gentle, gradually easing the fatigue in her body.

......

Fifteen minutes later, Su Wantang was wearing Lu Jingyan's oversized white shirt, the hem barely covering her upper thighs, leaving her straight and shapely legs exposed to the air. She was slumped in the soft sofa in the living room, casually drying her half-dry long hair with a towel.

Lu Jingyan emerged from the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist. His bronze skin was still damp with moisture, and his muscular upper body was clearly defined, exuding a powerful aura.

He didn't sit on the sofa, but instead sat directly on the carpet at Su Wantang's feet, naturally resting his head on her lap and closing his eyes.

Su Wantang paused in her act of drying her hair.

She looked down at the man.

Outside, he was an invincible, cold-faced tyrant, a tough instructor revered and admired by countless students. But only in front of her would he let down his guard, like a large, fierce beast seeking comfort, quietly lying beside her.

Su Wantang's heart was filled with tenderness.

She tossed aside the towel, her slender fingers gently running through his stiff, short hair, massaging his scalp with just the right amount of pressure.

Lu Jingyan let out a comfortable sigh, took her other hand, and kissed it.

In the quiet living room, only the soft breathing of the two people could be heard.

Su Wantang cherished this tender moment. For the past ten years of her life, she had spent either in a hospital bed or on her way to the hospital, each day feeling like a race against death. Such peaceful, warm, and cherished moments were something she had never dared to dream of.

It's good to be alive.

It would be even better to be able to embrace the one you love like this.

Her fingertips gently traced his forehead and brows, finally landing on his tightly pursed lips.

"Lu Jingyan, what do you think of Jiang Fan today?" she asked softly.

“He’s a talented person.” Lu Jingyan said succinctly with his eyes closed.

"Do you want it or not?"

Lu Jingyan opened his eyes and met her smiling gaze. "You want him to join 'Haitang Technology'?"

"Smart." Su Wantang pinched his cheek. "This kind of unruly genius can't be tamed by conventional methods. You beat him into submission today, and then I'll find an opportunity to promise him a big reward. I'm not afraid he won't obediently come to my bowl."

“Mine,” Lu Jingyan suddenly said.

"What do you mean, yours?" Su Wantang didn't react.

Lu Jingyan flipped over, pinning her to the sofa, his hands bracing on either side of her body, trapping her beneath him. He leaned down, his nose almost touching hers, her small figure reflected in his dark eyes, his tone domineering yet earnest.

"You are mine."

Su Wantang's heart skipped a beat, then her eyes crinkled with laughter.

This man can be adorably domineering at times.

"Yes, yes, yes, it's all yours, from the inside out, from the hair to the toes, it's all yours, okay?" She reached out and hooked her arms around his neck, then kissed him.

After a long and tender kiss, both of them were a little breathless.

Looking at the woman beneath him, her eyes filled with seductive allure and her cheeks flushed, Lu Jingyan's gaze darkened even further.

"Su Wantang," he called her name softly, "the theory class is over."

"Um?"

"Now, let's begin our practical lesson."

After saying that, he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.

Su Wantang gasped and instinctively hugged his neck tightly, causing the hem of her shirt to slide up, revealing more of her cleavage.

"Lu Jingyan! You cunning bastard!"

The only response she received was the sound of the bedroom door being gently kicked shut.

......

Meanwhile, a secret base lies buried deep underground somewhere overseas.

"Drip—drip—drip—"

A piercing alarm sounded, and a group of top researchers in white coats were thrown into chaos, frantically typing on their keyboards at their respective control panels, trying to avert the disaster.

However, it was all in vain.

In the center of the laboratory, a supercomputer the size of three rooms, composed of countless precision components, was emitting black smoke and a pungent, burnt smell.

The flashing alarm lights stopped, and the entire laboratory fell into a deathly silence.

This supercomputer, which incorporated the most advanced technology of the "Eagle's Nest" organization and cost billions of dollars to build, is now completely unusable.

The base leader, a blond white man, stared at the mess before him with a grim expression.

An assistant trembled as he handed over a newly printed report.

He snatched it away and quickly scanned it.

[Fault Cause Analysis: ...During deep simulation calculations on core data originating from the 'Dawn' project, an unknown logic trap implanted in the underlying data layer was triggered.]

This trap is highly deceptive and contagious, bypassing all firewalls, spreading exponentially within the computer system, and issuing irreversible self-destruct commands to core hardware...

[Preliminary assessment indicates it is a new and unprecedented 'logic virus'.]

"Logic Virus..."

They went to great lengths, employing the high-ranking mole "Watchmaker" who had been lying in wait for many years, and risked exposure to obtain the core data of the "Dawn" project, only to discover that it was a logic virus!

The other party not only gave them fake data, but also hid a knife in the data, a knife that could destroy their most powerful brains!

The blond white man slammed the report onto the console, making a loud noise.

"Connect the 'Round Table'!" he roared.

Soon, the huge screen in front of him was divided into twelve smaller sections, and twelve figures shrouded in shadow appeared on the screen. They were the highest decision-making body of the "Eagle's Nest" organization—the Twelve Knights of the Round Table.

"I hope you can provide a reasonable explanation for tonight's 'fireworks show'," a voice in the center of the room said, its tone altered to make it impossible to discern the gender or age of the person speaking.

"Gentlemen, we've been tricked." The blond white man suppressed his anger and briefly recounted the contents of the report.

After hearing the report, the twelve figures remained silent for a long time.

“This ‘Bai Shu’…” another figure spoke up, breaking the silence, “Was there a problem with our previous intelligence? How could a businessman who started in Shanghai possibly be capable of creating a ‘logic virus’ of this caliber?”

"There must be someone behind her! Or, she might not be who she seems at all!"

"The intelligence sent back by the watchmaker mentioned that the rise of 'Haitang Technology' was very strange. Without any technological accumulation, it suddenly produced epoch-making technology. Now it seems that everything can be explained."

"We underestimated her. She's not a sheep, she's a wolf in sheep's clothing!"

The figure in the center spoke again, interrupting the discussion.

"The matter has come to this point, and arguing is pointless."

“Project Dawn can be suspended, but this ‘Bai Shu’ must be brought to justice. I need to know who she is, what’s behind her, and where she got her technology from.”

“I agree. This unknown threat must be nipped in the bud.”

"Pass on my orders." The voice of the figure in the center turned icy cold. "First, at all costs, trace the source of this data. I need to know who wrote it."

"Second, reassess the threat level to 'Haitang Technology' and its behind-the-scenes boss 'Baishu' and upgrade it to Level S."

"Third, we'll activate our last card in Beijing."

The order was given, and everyone fell silent.

They all knew what the "last card" meant: a crucial piece that had been lying in wait in Beijing for nearly ten years without ever being used.

In the deepest part of the base, in the encrypted communications room, a triple-encrypted command was silently sent to the distant East via satellite signal.

[Target: Atractylodes macrocephala.]

[Mission: At all costs, uncover all details about them. Eliminate them if necessary.]

[Executor: Code name 'Tailor']