25 – The Hacker Big Shot’s Awesome Moves
Half an hour later, Gan Song hurriedly arrived at the hotel.
When he reached the entrance of the restaurant, Wen Jing stopped him with an outstretched hand and gestured for him to be quiet.
Gan Song looked closely and saw that in the spacious restaurant, only one table was occupied.
The seated guests were none other than his Third Highness and Third Princess-Consort.
Nearby, a circle of staff members stood watching.
The Third Princess-Consort was eating with such gusto that her mouth was glistening with oil. Although His Highness wore an expression of clear disdain, he still pulled out a few tissues and handed them to her.
Lu Xiao Ning took the tissues, thanked him, and began wiping her mouth haphazardly.
Noticing that there was still oil at the corner of her mouth, Zong Zheng Ye took another tissue and personally wiped it for her.
As soon as his hand reached out, Lu Xiao Ning instinctively flinched away.
“Don’t move,” he said unhappily.
Lu Xiao Ning bit her lip and obediently stayed still.
Zong Zheng Ye meticulously wiped away all the grease around her mouth before remarking, “You’re hopeless.”
“Thanks,” Lu Xiao Ning replied with an awkward smile.
“Are you full now?”
“Yes.”
“If you ever run into Second Brother again, call me immediately, understand?”
“Oh, understood.”
Lu Xiao Ning nodded.
Only then did Zong Zheng Ye wave his hand, signaling Gan Song to enter.
“Imperial Consort, the car is waiting outside. Let’s head back.”
“Mm-hmm,” Lu Xiao Ning stood up and adjusted the strap of her bag.
She walked ahead but had only taken two steps when she suddenly remembered something and turned back. “Sorry, Third Master, what’s your phone number?”
Zong Zheng Ye’s face instantly darkened.
Gan Song was utterly speechless and quickly stepped in to defuse the situation. “Imperial Consort, this humble servant knows it. I’ll tell you later.”
“Mm,” Lu Xiao Ning nodded.
As she was about to leave, Zong Zheng Ye suddenly tugged on her backpack.
“Give me your phone.”
“What for?”
“Just give it.”
Lu Xiao Ning obediently took out her phone.
Zong Zheng Ye snatched it from her. “Unlock code.”
“My birthday.”
Everyone fell silent.
“Third Master, don’t you know my birthday? Isn’t it on our marriage certificate along with our ID numbers? I thought you knew.”
Lu Xiao Ning muttered to herself.
She had glanced at it once and memorized Zong Zheng Ye’s ID number.
“I’ll enter it myself.”
She took the phone back and quickly typed in the password.
Once the phone was unlocked, she looked up. “Third Master, what’s your number?”
Gan Song and Wen Jing beside them both looked astonished.
At this point, shouldn’t His Highness have dramatically snatched the phone, entered his number, handed it back to the Imperial Consort, and declared, “Woman, remember this—this is how you contact me”?
But reality was the opposite.
Zong Zheng Ye twitched the corner of his mouth and began reciting the digits: “019911226.”
“So it’s just adding a zero before your birthdate? You could’ve said so earlier. I’ve memorized it,” Lu Xiao Ning patted her chest, looking quite clever.
Zong Zheng Ye’s face darkened further.
This girl never followed the script, leaving him utterly baffled and feeling as though his intelligence had plummeted.
“Wen Jing, back to the venue.”
“Yes.”
Zong Zheng Ye treated Lu Xiao Ning as if she were air, ignoring her completely.
Wen Jing strode over and pushed him away.
Lu Xiao Ning pouted and glanced at Gan Song. “Third Master seems unhappy again?”
Gan Song sighed inwardly. Aren’t you the one who caused this? Don’t you have any self-awareness?
“Imperial Consort, let’s go back.”
“Mm-hmm.”
…
Upon returning to the imperial retreat, Lu Xiao Ning saw the palace attendants gathered around the television, watching the press conference being held at the Royal Hotel.
“The Grand Princess-Consort is truly beautiful, such a perfect match for the Grand Prince.”
“Actually, I think she’d be a better match with our Third Highness.”
“Shh, don’t talk nonsense. Be careful the Third Princess-Consort hears you.”
“What’s there to fear? She’s not here. I’m just telling the truth. She’s a lowly commoner just like us—why does she get so lucky, becoming our master?”
“Stop talking already…”
Out of the corner of their eyes, some palace attendants caught sight of Lu Xiao Ning.
The woman who had been speaking recklessly continued her tirade, but when Lu Xiao Ning walked up to her, she was horrified, her face instantly turning deathly pale.
“Th-Third Princess-Consort…”
“Gan Song, I don’t want to see this person again tomorrow.”
Hearing Lu Xiao Ning’s words, the attendant who had been gossiping immediately fell to her knees with a thud.
“Imperial Consort, I was wrong. Please don’t fire me. I spoke out of turn—I’ll slap myself.”
With that, she raised her hand and slapped her own face.
The sharp smack startled the other attendants nearby.
She actually did it? And with such force.
Then again, working at the imperial retreat was incredibly easy, and the pay was several times higher than outside.
Many attendants often slacked off, and none were willing to lose such a cushy job.
Lu Xiao Ning was clear about her likes and dislikes—she was soft-hearted and easily swayed by those who treated her well.
But for those who treated her poorly, even if they only spoke a single ill word, she would not let it slide.
“Gan Song, why haven’t you thrown her out yet?”
“Yes.” Gan Song was momentarily stunned, not expecting Lu Xiao Ning to truly carry the authority of the lady of the house.
These lazy, gossip-loving attendants at the imperial retreat really needed to be disciplined.
This time, it would serve as a warning to others!
He immediately called for the guards.
When the guards, guns holstered at their waists, strode in, the attendant’s legs went weak, and she dared not speak another word.
She was dragged out like a dead fish.
Lu Xiao Ning clasped her hands behind her back and surveyed the attendants before her. “From now on, no one is allowed to gossip idly. Violators will be dismissed. Do you understand?”
“Yes…”
“Yes.”
The responses came in a scattered murmur.
“Louder and in unison!” Lu Xiao Ning commanded, as if drilling soldiers.
Her shout jolted everyone to attention.
“Yes!” they chorused, their voices unified and resounding.
Only then did Lu Xiao Ning nod in satisfaction and stride toward the second floor.
…
That day, Zong Zheng Ye returned very late after social engagements.
Gan Song had already reported the incident at the imperial retreat to him on his way back.
Zong Zheng Ye raised an eyebrow, completely disbelieving.
Lu Xiao Ning? With that kind of presence?
When he arrived at the imperial retreat, Lu Xiao Ning was still awake, the light in her second-floor room still on.
After much deliberation, Lu Xiao Ning finally logged into her Goshawk account and modified the unit price of a weapons order.
A pistol originally priced at 1 million was changed to just 1 yuan.
Seeing that the account selling these weapons was named “Ren Yi,” she curled her lips into a smile, revealing a row of gleaming white teeth.
This account belonged to Song Yiyi.
This move was a little greeting gift for Song Yiyi and Zongzheng Ting!
After finishing everything, she closed the webpage as soon as she heard the heavy sound of footsteps in the hallway.
Soon, her door was knocked.
“The door’s unlocked.”
She set her laptop aside, pulled out her phone, opened a game of Landlord, and deliberately turned the volume up loud.
“Calling Landlord… Pass… 2 points… 3 points…”
Wen Jing stood at the door and bowed respectfully. “Her Highness requests your presence in her study. There is an important matter to discuss.”
“Alright, I’ll go right away.” Lu Xiao Ning turned off her phone and walked toward Wen Jing.
Wen Jing felt somewhat doubtful. With her frivolous and idle ways, how could she possibly resemble a proper mistress of the household? Forgive his lack of discernment, but he truly couldn’t see it…