Zian Hausi was sitting in the living room doing absolutely nothing, which in her opinion was the highest level of productivity any human could achieve, because doing nothing meant no mistakes, no stress, and most importantly no unnecessary interaction with people who had the habit of creating problems out of thin air, and therefore she had arranged herself comfortably on the sofa like a person who had officially retired from life despite being very much alive.
Her father, Fiang Huo, sat reading as if the world depended on it, her mother Shengling was beside him with calm elegance, Huo Lou was quietly focused, Sterling was half-lying in a way that made no sense, and Fiang Sheng stood near the wall with his usual cold and silent presence, arms crossed as if he had signed a contract to never relax.
Zian leaned back slightly.
If nothing happens today, I will consider it a miracle.
Sterling immediately started laughing.
"You existing is already a miracle," he said.
Zian slowly turned her head.
"…You talk too much."
And think too little.
Sterling laughed louder.
"I enjoy life!"
Zian blinked.
"…You enjoy noise."
Before Sterling could respond again, a servant walked in with a careful expression.
"Miss Jiang Nanshu is here," the servant said.
Zian paused.
Problem has arrived.
Fiang Sheng spoke calmly.
"Let her in."
Moments later, Jiang Nanshu entered with a gentle smile, her steps elegant, her posture perfect, her expression soft but her eyes carrying something sharp underneath that made Zian instantly uninterested in trusting her.
"Good afternoon," Jiang Nanshu said politely.
Zian nodded once.
"…Hello."
She looks like a future headache.
Sterling smirked, already entertained, while Huo Lou became slightly serious, and Shengling observed quietly.
Jiang Nanshu stepped forward.
"I came regarding something important," she said.
Zian crossed her arms lazily.
Here we go.
Fiang Sheng's voice was calm.
"What is it?"
Jiang Nanshu turned slightly toward Zian.
"The company's core data has been stolen," she said.
Silence filled the room.
Zian blinked once.
Not my problem.
Then—
"And the evidence points to Zian Hausi."
Pause.
Now it is my problem.
Sterling froze for one second.
Then exploded laughing.
"HER?!" he shouted, nearly falling. "She doesn't even plan tomorrow and you think she planned a data theft?!"
Zian slowly turned toward him.
I will deal with you later.
Sterling kept laughing.
"I can't—this is too funny—"
Zian closed her eyes briefly.
Cathachu.
A lazy voice responded inside her mind.
What.
I'm being accused of something stupid.
Handle it.
Give me access.
Silence.
Then—
Fine.
At that exact moment, an invisible interface appeared in front of Zian, floating in the air where no one else could see it, glowing faintly, filled with shifting data and systems that responded instantly to her thoughts, and although no one could see the screen itself, they could clearly see one thing—
Zian's hand moved.
In mid-air.
As if she was touching something that didn't exist.
The room went still.
Huo Lou blinked.
"…What is she doing?"
Shengling narrowed her eyes slightly.
Fiang Huo lowered his paper.
Sterling stopped laughing for the first time.
"…Okay wait," he said slowly, "now I'm interested."
Fiang Sheng's gaze sharpened slightly as he watched her.
Zian didn't react to any of them.
Her fingers moved calmly in the air, tapping, swiping, controlling something invisible, her expression completely normal as if this was the most natural thing in the world.
System access… logs… trace source…
Data moved rapidly.
Clean.
Precise.
Effortless.
Found it.
Sterling whispered,
"…Is she… playing air?"
Zian flicked her fingers once.
Transfer.
At that exact moment, her phone vibrated.
She calmly took it out.
Opened it.
And all the data appeared.
Real logs.
Access points.
Time records.
Hidden edits.
She raised her phone slightly.
"…Let's correct something," she said calmly.
The room was silent.
Completely silent.
Zian tapped the screen once.
"…The data was accessed internally," she said.
Another tap.
"…And the logs were altered."
Another tap.
"…By this account."
She turned the phone slightly.
Toward them.
Everything was clear.
Undeniable.
Jiang Nanshu's smile froze.
Just slightly.
Sterling leaned forward.
"…No way."
Huo Lou's eyes widened.
Shengling's expression turned sharp.
Fiang Huo watched silently.
Fiang Sheng's gaze darkened.
Zian looked at Jiang Nanshu.
"…Do you want to explain," she said calmly, "or should I continue exposing you?"
Silence.
Sterling whispered,
"…This is better than any show."
Zian glanced at him.
Laugh and I will end your career.
Sterling immediately shut up.
Zian turned back, slipping her phone into her pocket.
"…Next time," she said calmly, "if you want to frame me…"
Pause.
"…at least make it believable."
She walked back to the sofa.
Sat down.
Leaned back.
Peace again.
The room remained silent.
Because now—
They weren't just confused.
They were amazed.
Not because they understood what she did.
But because they didn't.
And somehow—
That made it even more dangerous. 😈🔥