Wet Again...
With the Goddess Leasing System's help, Lin Zimo whips up a god-tier anti-virus program and god-tier tracing code right on the spot.
Staring at the complex code racing across the computer screen.
The senior programmers, who had been dismissive at first, are now utterly stunned, their eyes glazed over as they watch Lin Zimo's every move.
"Holy shit! Manager! What the hell is that programming code? I've never seen anything like it!"
The cybersecurity department manager, already shell-shocked from the double blow, stands there dumbfounded.
He pulls a classic meme face: "Beats me. Teacher never covered it."
Software analysts, architects—all the top tech talent—gape in disbelief.
The engineer with the thinnest hair mutters stupidly, unable to wrap his head around it.
"Why?! Why does he have such insane programming skills, and his hair's still so thick?!"
He'd sacrificed so much of his own hair for his achievements today.
Now, to find out he can't even measure up to a fresh college grad? The man's on the verge of a breakdown.
Lin Zimo traces the hackers' trail and discovers it's a elite overseas tech team.
Probably because Gu Group has been thriving too much—hell, with their covert military contracts—they've pissed off a horde of jealous bastards.
Just like the Eight-Nation Alliance invading the Dragon Nation back in the day.
When villains team up to rob you blind, morality goes straight out the window.
What follows is a heart-pounding battle.
Lin Zimo holds the line solo against their onslaught, systematically breaches their defenses, and gifts them a bracelet welcome package to boot.
Then he patches up the hacked websites and safeguards the company's core systems.
It's like rowing upstream—not a single step without a fight.
But with his genius intellect and the system's boost, Lin Zimo quells the crisis completely.
System hacks in hand—anything unreasonable turns reasonable.
Flexing hits like the wind, forever at my side!
How could a bunch of mere mortals stand against a system cheat?
Gasps echo through Gu Group.
"Oh my god, the virus is gone—my computer's working again!"
"President Gu, my critical data's back!"
"President Gu, the source files for the new Yuanshen game are restored!"
"President Gu, Douyin videos, Haitu novels—all back to normal!"
Gu Qingcheng gazes at Lin Zimo with hearts in her eyes, already plotting the night's anything-goes reward.
Under Lin Zimo's god-tier hacking prowess, Gu Group's crisis is obliterated.
To prevent a repeat, he casually rewrites their firewall into something insanely secure.
The code sparkles on the screen like a starry sky, every symbol and word radiating mysterious order and infinite potential.
These aren't just characters—they're the building blocks of the digital world, the magic behind miracles.
Lin Zimo's fingers dance across the keyboard like a pianist's on the keys, each strike brimming with authority and confidence.
Gu Qingcheng watches, utterly entranced, her eyes glowing with adoration.
Every move, every glance from him exudes irresistible charm.
Each keystroke hammers her heart, quickening her pulse, shortening her breath, leaving her obsessed.
The thought of their lease ending in mere days fills her with dread.
From here on, she'll pull out all the stops to make Lin Zimo fall for her—hard.
Just then.
The office outside suddenly swarms with excited employees.
Their computers had been hacked and gone haywire today. They'd watched helplessly as data vanished, despair setting in.
Then, out of nowhere, a super-powered Trojan-killer software sweeps in, nuking the viruses at lightning speed.
It even recovers their lost files, restoring everything to normal.
Word spreads that the mystery mastermind's in the cybersecurity office—everyone rushes to gawk.
"Heard the hackers attacking us got owned by some mystery programmer god..."
"All our lost critical data? Recovered by that legend. First time seeing skills like that—insane!"
"But which office is it? And who's the big shot hacker slayer amid all these people?"
Every mid-to-high-level exec who can make it packs the cybersecurity office.
They peer excitedly through the glass walls.
And witness a jaw-dropping sight.
The ice-queen CEO Gu and all the top brass—plus the entire department—stare in awe at a breathtakingly handsome young man.
He's lounging sideways at a desk by the glass, bathed in the soft glow of his screen. His profile is strikingly handsome, exuding subtle, magnetic allure.
Straight-backed like a pine, eyes locked on the screen like a leopard on prey.
His hands glide over the keys like flowing clouds from Li Bai's poetry—powerful, precise strikes.
Every motion methodical, machine-like precision.
The sovereign of the net, king of code—his every gesture hypnotic.
Chiseled features, elegant lines.
Tall, athletic build rippling with power.
Charisma that's elegant, confident—born to command attention.
Handsome enough to scream for, hug, pounce on.
The crowd gawks at Lin Zimo, stunned. They'd expected a balding coder geek.
Not this young, heart-melting stud stirring them up!
Ever seen female fans chasing idols, screaming to bear their kids till menopause?
This tops a concert riot.
The office outside overflows with fans of the company-saving mystery hunk.
"God, he's so hot—and that skill? I'm in love!"
"No more idols for me—he's my husband god! Hubby, I love you!"
A star-chasing beauty blushes, eyes full of lust and worship, murmuring to herself.
"He looks just like my dream guy! My white knight—why meet him after marriage? Divorce time, I'm chasing!"
A gentle thirty-something exec clutches her 26E chest, obsessed.
"Mommy! I'm in love—at first sight with this hunk. Gotta snag him."
An OL bombshell in office wear swoons.
If not for the crowd, the bold ones would've jumped him.
"How can a man be this hot? That body, that vibe? No way!"
The self-proclaimed stud GM who charms women whispers in disbelief.
"I'm done for—actually crushing on a guy!"
A sharp-suited VP clutches his pounding chest, shocked.
Right then.
Lin Zimo pauses his typing, swivels his chair halfway toward Gu Qingcheng.
"Qingcheng, all done. They were an infamous international hacker crew—tied to massive breaches, credit fraud, you name it. Cracking corps and banks for profit. I've sent their IDs, evidence, and locations to Interpol and cyber police. They're probably cuffing them as we speak."
His words stun everyone present.
Holy hell—what's this hunk saying?
Solo vs. international hackers—and a flawless win!
Not just repels them—tracks 'em, tips off the cops.
What kind of calculator god is he? God-tier hacking they've never even heard of!
The women—and some men—stare at Lin Zimo with feverish, thrilled eyes...
Gu Qingcheng admires his allure, proud yet terrified she'll lose him.
Anywhere, anytime, he steals every gaze—the brightest star, soul-stealing.
Seeing the green-eyed wolves around her, she feels a grassland sprouting on her head.
She grabs his arm, declaring territory.
"Forgot to introduce—my boyfriend, Lin Zimo. We owe him for dodging disaster. As thanks, I'm transferring 20% of my 60% Gu Group shares to him and naming him VP."
The crowd freezes, gobsmacked at Lin Zimo.
Lin Zimo himself is floored.
He stares at Gu Qingcheng, thinking, You and your dad—total father-daughter duo.
Gifting billions without a breath? Zero reaction time.
Gu Group's women shatter at the boyfriend reveal, tears flowing.
"No! I don't believe it! Wasn't he the prez's brother? Waaah~"
"Shypypyy~ Just fell for him, and boom—single no more?"
"Waaah~ Haven't even started chasing..."
Maids and milfs weep silently.
The men? Envy boils their eyes at the shares and VP gig.
Holy shit! Hot as hell, all the girls swooning—and now feasting on soft rice!
The old shareholders eye young Lin Zimo's casual crisis fix.
Unhappy with her snap call, but no grounds to object.
Without him, losses would've dwarfed this.
Weighing pros and cons, they stay silent.
Gu Qingcheng stakes her claim, then to her secretary: "Li Na, handle the rest."
She yanks Lin Zimo's hand: "Little boyfriend, to the prez office with me."
Some women eye his back, unyielding.
"Boyfriend? Not married—still a shot."
"Even knowing he's hers... still love him."
"Taken? Hotter..."
...
Meanwhile, on Blue Star's far side, a remote M-country villa.
A crew huddles at rows of rigs, hammering keys.
Suddenly, a white guy snarls.
"Fuck! I'm the hacking world's #1, 'God'—no way I lose to this Gu Group's 'Y'!"
"No! How the hell?!"
Seconds later, their screens go black, displaying a code-digit mosaic of [2B].
They nearly puke blood, cursing up a storm.
"Fuck!"
"Baka yarou!"
"Aishiteru ba!"
"Damn it! Our IP leaked ages ago—this 'Y' played us long!"
Panic erupts.
"Quick! Wipe the drives! Grab backups! Run!"
Next second.
BANG—
"Nobody move—"
Interpol swarms in, guns drawn, surrounding the hackers.
They throw up hands, faces twisted in shock and terror.
One resists—gets pinned.
The captain booms: "You're under arrest!" Echoing through the villa.
Their freedom, their prized skills—stripped in an instant.
Leader "God" stares in disbelief.
Just a Gu Group hack, a scrap with 'Y'.
Tech crushed? Fine. But the whole crew busted by Interpol?
The captain eyes the long-sought villains, nabbed so easily. Complex feelings swirl.
Credit to anonymous 'Y' for the pinpoint raid.
Trials await—their crimes punished.
...
In Gu Group's prez office.
Gu Qingcheng's taut nerves and body finally unwind.
But as she and Lin Zimo sink into the fresh sofa, her ass feels... off.
Rushed from home, her pussy stuffed with cum—adrenaline masked it.
Now it's leaking out...
Lin Zimo notices her flush, recalls earlier.
"Qingcheng, you okay? Hurt down there? Does it hurt?"
Her porcelain cheeks blush deeper. She checks—yep, a tingle.
Not pain. Itch.
She whispers shyly: "Kinda itchy... all your fault. Cock too huge, now this badass tech—got me wet again..."
Lin Zimo pauses, grins: "Want me to help again...?"
She soaks more, bashful: "Yeah... to the lounge inside..."
He pinches her delicate cheek, scoops her princess-style toward the office rest room...