Qin Xi was also a clever man. He guessed what Ruan Qing'an had done just by glancing at the room. The housekeeper rushed upstairs and immediately saw the changes in Qin Xi's bedroom.

The butler was taken aback: "Young Master, this is..."

"Get someone to handle this quickly, it's giving me a headache."

Qin Xi pressed his temples, his usual smile almost crumbling, when he heard a faint sound behind him.

When he turned around, Ruan Qing'an was leaning against the railing, bending his fingers and tapping the railing with his knuckles, a smile on his lips: "Young Master Qin Xi, depression and mania alternate. If you are in a depressed state, your self-harm will only get worse."

Upon hearing this, the butler, who had originally intended to immediately instruct the servants to do so, stopped abruptly. He looked at Qin Xi awkwardly and said, "Young Master, perhaps we should just forget about it."

Qin Xi crossed her arms, her smile deepening, her puppy-dog eyes crinkling: "...Sister, you're really meddling too much."

"Then let's give Young Master Qin Xi two choices."

Ruan Qing'an paused, then held up her slender fingers: "You can remove all the protective measures in the room, but I'll have to stay close to you. Or you can just leave it as is."

"Don't think about it anymore. Uncle Qin will definitely be on my side because of your illness. Be a good boy and listen to me, little brother."

Regarding Qin Xi's illness, not only Ruan Qing'an, but the entire Qin family, adopted a very firm stance.

The atmosphere remained tense, and Qin Xi remained silent for a moment.

The butler couldn't help but say, "Young Master, why don't you listen to Dr. Ruan's advice? It's for your own good—"

"Bang!"

The next moment, Qin Xi had already closed the door.

The butler, interrupted by the cold indifference, could only manage a wry smile. Fortunately, Qin Xi did not request any further changes to the bedroom's safety features.

Seeing that his door was closed, Ruan Qing'an's leaden eyes gradually darkened. Qin Xi was in a contradictory state—he hoped to alleviate the pain, but he was unable to save himself.

She sighed softly, "Little brother, you're just saying one thing and meaning another."

...

Late at night, Qin Xi was leaning back in his chair, the computer screen in front of him emitting a dim light, with data flashing on the screen and a mountain of files piled up on the desktop.

Qin Xi tapped on the keyboard, her lips pressed into a straight line.

Just then, the cell phone rang.

Qin Cheng's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Qin Xi, have you looked at everything the maid brought over today?"

"……Um."

Qin Xi responded coldly.

Qin Cheng didn't mind and smiled, "Okay, Qin Xi, you know what kind of company our hNw is. We have a few new collaborations recently, and we need to find a way to get more benefits."

Qin Xi didn't speak, but looked down at the documents beside him. These were the names of the CEOs of some companies that hNw Company was about to cooperate with.

Qin Cheng continued, "The database is all in your hands, Qin Xi, dig out some dirt on them."

In the face of data, Qin Xi is like a god living in the network, or rather... a machine, a machine that can never stop and is forever present in the data.

At least half the credit for hNw's rapid rise to become a giant comes from Qin Xi, who is behind them.

After finishing discussing work, Qin Cheng then asked with concern, "I've heard about the family matters from the housekeeper. Since you don't seem to be against Dr. Ruan, then you should focus on your treatment."

"Get some rest. Long-term insomnia is bad for your health."

Hearing this, Qin Xi scoffed: "Then why did you take away my sleeping pills, Father, huh?"

"It will harm your body. By the way, if you really can't sleep, then finish your work. Talk to Dr. Ruan about your insomnia. Don't choose any medications that could damage your brain, Qin Xi."

"You must remember that you are a genius, one in a million."

"..."

Qin Xi remained silent for a moment, then hung up the phone.

He pressed his temples, the dark circles under his eyes becoming more pronounced. Insufficient sleep and excessive workload were constantly taking a toll on his body, and his mind was automatically processing data non-stop.

Qin Xi was going crazy—he was like a spinning top, unable to relax for a moment.

More and more data, connecting devices everywhere, hacking into different servers, and even implanting eavesdropping devices into mobile phones... The entire lives of the people Qin Cheng instructed were like a book, laid bare before Qin Xi.

The next moment, Qin Xi finally couldn't help but turn off the power, and the computer in front of him went completely black.

He couldn't help but bang his head against the table, his whole body trembling uncontrollably. Qin Xi's fingertips seemed to be digging into his skin—there was too much, the excessively excellent memory brought about by hyperthymesia, capable of replicating everything that had just happened.

He could even recite every message on those people's phones, the exact time and location of the cameras that captured their movements, and so much information flooded into his brain and was constantly being processed.

"Stop thinking about it, stop thinking about it, stop thinking about it..."

Qin Xi was trembling violently, his head pressed against the edge of the table, praying that the pain would dull his mind.

Restaurants, nightclubs, transactions...

But when the information about the CEOs that had just been investigated was put together, and the hacking software intercepted all sorts of audio recordings, his brain had already given the answer.

What Qin Cheng needed was leverage over illicit tax evasion deals.

However, the completion of the work only made Qin Xi more and more painful and numb. It was as if his entire thought process was synchronized with the computer. Living in this room for many years was also with Qin Cheng's tacit approval.

Qin Xi is the control center of the "computer".

But he is a person—a living, breathing human being, not a computer that receives and processes data every day.

Looking at the things scattered all over the room, Qin Xi's hands trembled as she rummaged through the drawers: "Where's the knife? Where's my knife?"

"Damn it... that woman Ruan Qing'an took it all!"

Everything sharp was enveloped, but only the sharpest pain could make Qin Xi feel that he belonged to a human body.

He stood up, staggered forward a few steps, his rounded nails digging into his hands. Qin Xi was trembling violently. He suddenly collapsed onto the bed, overwhelmed by pain, stress, and chronic insomnia…

Everything was oppressive, and he could almost hear Qin Cheng's words day after day—work, work, work, work.

He wants to be like a computer, able to be activated and used whenever needed, processing hundreds of millions of pieces of information.

Qin Xi could no longer feel his body. He reached out and groped along the edge of the bed, finally pulling out a utility knife. He seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief.

He rolled up his sleeves, revealing his arms covered in crisscrossing scars.

Just as Qin Xi was holding the knife, about to make the cut—the tightly closed bedroom door was kicked open with a heavy thud.

"Little brother, you were indeed hiding something dangerous."