Chapter 95: The second round of financing has been secured...
After the second round of financing was secured, the team was in high spirits. But before the excitement had even died down, the exoskeleton team's latest test report was put on the table.
"The feedback delay still exists." Old Wu frowned. "Especially during rapid actions and sudden balance adjustments, the delay is even more noticeable than in last month's version."
Ye Yuying remained silent for a while, as if she had prepared for the worst-case scenario. She couldn't let the exoskeleton's advancement get stuck at this delay. If it couldn't be optimized technically for the time being, it would be better to change direction and target some groups of people who don't have such strict safety requirements, just like Cheng Mingdu suggested last time.
She said, "Then let's change our approach. Don't focus on scenarios that require too much equipment. We can target rehabilitation patients first. They have low demand for high-intensity movements and are more concerned about safety and stability. As long as we solve the basic feedback delay, we can enter the market."
Everyone is considering this feasibility. This idea doesn't start from a technical perspective, but rather aims to bring exoskeletons to market. Market feedback data and user experience will be the prerequisites for rapid innovation in smart products.
Her only thought was to get the exoskeleton on track as soon as possible.
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Late at night, the office lights were still on.
On Ye Yuying's screen was the debugging interface for the exoskeleton neural interface. Cheng Mingdu, as usual, brought some snacks over.
He currently only has direct access to Echo's code. The exoskeleton is Ashera's core competitive advantage in becoming a hard technology company. He is very knowledgeable about algorithms and knows how to avoid suspicion when working with Ye Yuying.
No matter how close the relationship was, he always adhered to business rules.
Ye Yuying frowned, glancing at Cheng Mingdu's profile several times before finally raising her head to look at him directly.
“Brother,” she called out, her voice low but with a hint of probing, “could you come and help me take a look?”
Unaware of the situation, Cheng Mingdu put down the documents and walked over.
The interface is an intricate system monitoring console. At the top is a constantly fluctuating latency curve, with millisecond-level fluctuations recorded in real time. The sidebar lists dozens of neural pathway numbers, presumably abstracted as neural feedback data, muscle command transmission, and the response of the exoskeleton servo motors. Thousands of lines of code are displayed below this page, interspersed with English comments and mathematical formulas…
He was familiar with the interface on the screen. He usually didn't look at the content in detail, but when he saw this screen, he would actively avoid looking at it. That was the neural feedback core of the exoskeleton. Anyone who has been exposed to algorithms understands that this part is the core of Ashera's competitiveness.
He was silent for a few seconds before speaking in a low voice: "I am not in a position to access this data."
Ye Yuying did not deny it, but simply turned to the side and leaned back slightly to give up the operating position.
"Even if you see it, so what? Would you betray me to a competitor?"
Of course he wouldn't. Cheng Mingdu was a man of strong principles. Even if Ye Yuying wronged him again, it would be a private matter and would never escalate to the point of disrupting company order.
He looked up at her and whispered, "What are you doing? This is all your and your team's hard work. I'm just an outsider."
Ye Yuying's eyes flickered, and she lowered them as if to hide her embarrassment, deliberately speaking in a more peaceful tone: "Once you see this, we're in the same boat, we can't live without each other."
But her drooping eyelashes only deepened his doubts.
“See?” she said softly, her gaze calm and her eyes shining, “I trust you the most.”
The screen's light shone between the two of them, its cold glow illuminating her pale face, reminding one of that wounded butterfly in the dark alley years ago—she was strong, yet utterly helpless.
Cheng Mingdu's eyes quickly scanned the lines of code, which scrolled across the screen like countless silent fish swimming through dark waters. He felt as if he had been pushed into an unknown territory by an invisible hand.
He said, "I need more time to look at it; your code is too much."
Ye Yuying smiled slightly, "It's alright, take your time reading..."
Cheng Mingdu glanced at her, a feeling he couldn't quite put into words rose in his heart, like hearing a strange song in the dead of night, the melody so familiar it made his heart flutter, yet he couldn't find the source of the lyrics.
Ye Yuying leaned on her cane and walked alone to the French windows, gazing at the still unfamiliar night sky. As the weather warmed up day by day, she hoped that the night sky would become softer in the summer.
The neon lights outside the floor-to-ceiling windows cast her shadow on the carpet, long and blurry, making her look like an outline that could be carried away by the wind at any moment.
"Aying," he called her name softly, "what are you thinking about right now?"
“I was thinking about what it would look like in summer from this angle.” She said naturally, with a smile in her eyes.
The sound was soft and gentle, like a speck of dust falling from the sky, neither painful nor itchy, casual and carefree.
He stared at the fluctuating parameters on the screen; the latency curve was still trembling at high altitudes, like a still lake that could not be calmed.
The wind whistled through the gaps in the building, making a scraping sound, like someone whistling incoherently outside the window.
"Were you still here in the summer?" Cheng Mingdu stood up and walked towards her step by step.
Under the increasingly intense pressure of his furrowed brows, she answered without hesitation, "Yes."
Cheng Mingdu stopped in front of her, much taller than her, and looked down at her.
Don't lie to me.
The words were spoken softly, even with a slight tremor.
Before Ye Yuying could even utter a sound, his kiss pressed down on her, his arms supporting her waist, his touch moving from light and casual to tender and gentle, until the night deepened and the dew grew heavy.
The kiss wasn't forceful, but it came with a sense of urgency, as if it wanted to swallow up all the unease and doubts in that instant.
Ye Yuying was pressed against the floor-to-ceiling window, the glass cold to the touch, creating a stark temperature difference with his burning breath.
She didn't push him away; she simply closed her eyes awkwardly yet calmly and followed him.
Their breaths mingled, occasionally tinged with a slight tremor.
She finally called out softly, her voice unsteady, "...Brother."
He seemed not to hear her, tightening his arms around her as if to pull her completely into his embrace. His heart was pounding; he could feel it even through the thin fabric of her clothes.
“Don’t lie to me,” he repeated softly to her lips, as if it were an almost morbid confirmation.
Ye Yuying held her breath for a moment. A complex light flashed in her eyes, a suppressed pain that she quickly suppressed. She raised her hand and gently placed it on the back of his neck, as if soothing a wild beast that might break out at any moment.
"Why leave? I want to spend the summer, autumn, and winter here... Let's go to the Southern Hemisphere, I'm afraid of the cold."
She answered softly, a slight smile playing on her lips. But that smile was so perfect that it sent a chill down one's spine.
Cheng Mingdu looked at her, his eyes deepening, as if trying to dissect her and see her clearly. He slowly released her lips, but did not pull away, his forehead pressed against hers, his breath still hot.
"Australia or South America..." he said slowly, stubbornly confirming.
"Australia, I guess. I haven't been there much."
"Um……"
He responded softly, as if finally comforted by her answer, though it was unclear whether he was truly at ease.
The office lights were swallowed by the night, leaving only the cold glow of the screen flickering. The shadows of the two figures were reflected in the glass window, overlapping.
Cheng Mingdu's hand slowly descended, stroking her waist, with restrained strength, pulling her even tighter into his embrace. His lips fell again, this time slowly and deliberately, as if he wanted to peel her apart little by little, to explore the deepest secrets in her heart.
Ye Yuying's hand was still on the back of his neck, her fingertips trembling slightly. She was clearly responding, yet with each gesture, she subtly hinted at retreating.
"Are you really... not leaving?" he asked in a hoarse voice, his lips brushing against her ear.
He sensed that she was hiding a lot of things.
She chuckled softly, her breath warm, her eyes misting over: "Don't ask so many questions, I think..."
She's good at changing the subject by using her needs, but her desire for him is real.
"You want to stay here?"
Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly tightened his arms, lifted her up, and leaned her against the desk. The documents on the desk scattered and fell to the floor with a soft rustling sound.
Ye Yuying was slightly startled and subconsciously reached out to support his shoulder, her heart pounding.
"You..." she began to speak softly, but he cut her off again.
Cheng Mingdu's movements were not violent; they even carried an almost tragic tenderness. It was as if he was afraid of hurting her, or as if he was afraid that if he let go, she would disappear completely.
“You can lie to me if you want,” he whispered in her ear, “at least for this moment… you’re still here.”
She froze, a fleeting tremor flashing in her eyes.
The office was so quiet that only their intermittent breathing and the fluctuating curves on the screen could be heard. The delay curve, like fate, rose and fell, never settling into stillness.
As night deepened, Ye Yuying's breathing gradually calmed down, and she asked with lingering fear, "Aren't you curious whether I've been with anyone else in these past eight years?"
"I'm not curious; the answer, no matter what, will never be better than it is now."
Are you afraid of being compared to other people in bed?
Her words were casual, yet they stirred up some undercurrents.
Cheng Mingdu remained silent for a few seconds, his gaze settling heavily into her eyes.
Do you think I would care about something like that?
Ye Yuying's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a smile appeared on her lips. Her eyes, still misty, held a defiant look, yet seemed so fragile that they would shatter at any moment.
"I've heard that many men care about these things?"
Cheng Mingdu did not reply immediately. His hand moved up her back, causing her to tremble slightly.
He spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice low and almost trembling, "No matter what, it's good that you're back."
"If a bad person can deceive me hypocritically for a lifetime, then I am willing to believe that she is a good person."
"Besides... I had already guessed that Li Song was just a shield for you."
She added, "Some immoral elements have been added."
He said, "Whatever role you want to play, I'll play it with you..."
His men didn't stop working, but Ye Yuying's eyes froze, her upper body tilted back, and she couldn't say a word.
Because she came again.
I never know where my body's limits are. It started raining outside the window, and the air became warm and humid.
Only when the outside noise drowned out her voice did she finally dare to speak a little louder.
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Author's Note: 50
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Qiao Ye is not a ballet prodigy; her mother is the real prodigy, but a car accident years ago took away her mother's legs.
From then on, Qiao Ye would dedicate her life to helping her mother fulfill her ballet dream.
When Qiao Ye made her stage debut at the age of fourteen, she amazed everyone with her skills and was once regarded by the media as a rare genius in the ballet world.
However, at the age of eighteen, he was hit by a flash on the podium, suffering burns all over his body, thus ending his chance to return to the international stage.
Years later, after being disfigured, Qiao Ye won a world-class award in St. Petersburg through hard work, and she couldn't wait to visit her mother in the mental hospital.
At the end of the corridor of the mental hospital, there was a locked iron door, inside which was a thin man with unkempt hair and a pair of sharp eyes.
I heard that Lu Xianchen, the eldest son of the Lu family, is imprisoned here. He went insane overnight after his father committed suicide when he returned to China many years ago.
Everyone said Lu Xianchen was crazy, but Qiao Ye could read from his lip movements that he was pleading for help.
Qiao Ye risked her life to send him the message.
On a dark and long night, Qiao Ye witnessed Lu Xianchen being pushed off the rooftop. She immediately cried for help, but was struck with a stick and died instantly.
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When Qiao Ye woke up, she had returned to the year she was eighteen, before her disfigurement.
That same year, Lu Xianchen, the eldest son of the Lu family, returned from his studies in Switzerland, ready to take over the Lu family business.
Qiao Ye approached Lu Xianchen and said, "Mr. Lu, please always be wary of the people around you, and don't put yourself in danger again."
The man in the chair was upright and serious, completely different from the man in the mental hospital.
Later, Qiao Ye, who had been repeatedly ostracized, found that the people in the dance troupe treated her with utmost respect, and even gave her the best roles directly.
It turns out that everyone thought she had a powerful backer, and that person was Lu Xianchen after his rebirth.
"Qiao Ye, how about I back you up this time?"
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HE (Happy Ending), SC (Sexual Relationship), 1v1, mutual redemption.
The male and female protagonists are reborn, and their deaths in their previous lives were part of a conspiracy.
The main feature is that it's sweet but not cloying; feel free to add it to your favorites.
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