22: Chapter 22 President Qin was dumbfounded. You call this playing games at home?

Lu Li leaned back on the sofa, his fingers tapping lazily against his thigh.

That woman, Su Qingxue—her core team had been completely poached, yet she still didn't utter a single word about it after coming home.

Was she planning to shoulder everything on her own?

Since someone was playing dirty behind the scenes and targeting Guanghui Technology, the nature of the game had changed.

Living off a woman was the life attitude he had realized after his sudden death in his past life.

But protecting his own was his bottom line.

With his wife being bullied right at their doorstep, even if he had to temporarily forgo the task rewards from that damn Soft Rice System, he had to help her vent this frustration.

However, helping her vent required a seamless excuse, and he also had to be able to pull back at any moment to continue being her wealthy-woman accessory.

“Which company exactly is stabbing her in the back?”

Lu Li casually peeled a tangerine. Instead of offering it to Qin Ya, he stuffed it straight into his own mouth.

A vein throbbed on Qin Ya's forehead.

She had absolutely no interest in whether Lu Li ate a tangerine or not.

Nor did she notice the dark, cold anger settling in the depths of Lu Li's eyes.

“Their tactics are very dirty; they are using offshore accounts.”

Qin Ya slammed her phone down onto the coffee table.

“It was only after Qingxue invested in my company—taking a 55% stake for a consolidated audit—that I realized Guanghui Technology's personnel structure was leaking like a sieve.”

Seeing him slumped on the sofa like a lazy bum, Qin Ya's anger flared up to her throat.

Lu Li chewed on the tangerine, falling into deep thought.

It was normal that she couldn't find out.

Since they couldn't tell which grave the ghost was haunting, they would just plaster their own walls with protective talismans.

As long as they completely ironed out the underlying architecture of the Xingchen System and paired it with the Full-screen display, the Guanghui Mobile would deliver a dimensional strike on the market.

Throwing one decisive punch would prevent a hundred blows.

Lu Li brushed the tangerine peel bits off his hands and stood up.

Seeing him move, Qin Ya pressed on, “Now that you know, can't you show some concern? Go learn how to be a product manager! Since you have that creativity, helping Qingxue share some of the burden would be great!”

Lu Li didn't stop, walking straight toward the second floor.

“I'm going to the gaming room upstairs.”

“Lu Li!”

Qin Ya's chest heaved with anger. Her high heels clicked sharply against the floor as she quickly gave chase to the foot of the stairs.

This man was truly a piece of useless mud that couldn't support a wall.

Yesterday, when she heard Su Qingxue say that the Full-screen display idea was his, Qin Ya had even self-reflected for a long time, thinking she had misjudged him.

Now it seemed Lu Li had purely lucked out like a blind cat running into a dead mouse. He had probably overheard the concept from somewhere.

With only a little over a month left until the flagship releases of various brands in September, at such a critical, high-pressure moment, he actually wanted to go to the gaming room to play games?

“Su Qingxue hasn't slept well for days for the sake of the company, and you're still in the mood to play? The system is lagging like hell; no matter how good the hardware is, it's all useless!”

Lu Li stood on the stair landing, looking down at Qin Ya.

He indeed needed quiet right now. He had to carefully recall the compilation details of the code when the Xingchen System first used Android as its underlying architecture in his past life.

Qin Ya being so noisy here was too much of a distraction.

Lu Li pulled a bank card out of his pocket, pinched it between two fingers, and flicked his wrist gently.

The card traced an arc through the air and landed on the carpet by Qin Ya's feet.

“There's a hundred thousand in the card. Consider it the tutoring fee for these past few days.”

Lu Li pushed open the door to the gaming room without looking back.

“Take it to go shopping, or find a beauty salon to get some sleep. In short, don't come up to the second floor.”

The door slammed shut with a bang.

Qin Ya stared at the card on the floor, frozen in place.

What was this supposed to mean?

Hush money?

She picked up the card, gritted her teeth, and rushed upstairs.

Su Qingxue was her senior and also her role model.

Both having inherited their family businesses, her Smart Vision AI company had been on the verge of bankruptcy until Su Qingxue lent her a hand a few days ago.

She heard it was to lay the groundwork for a voice assistant and sign language recognition.

Su Qingxue had said a lot in the meeting room that day. Things like humanistic care touched her heart completely, and she viewed her senior as a soulmate.

Now Lu Li actually dared to humiliate her with a hundred thousand yuan. How could she back down so easily?

Even if she had to pester Lu Li today and make him sick of her, she was going to teach him how to be a good product manager and how to do product planning.

“I want to see exactly what game you're playing! If I don't teach you a lesson today, my last name isn't Qin!”

Qin Ya threw open the door to the gaming room.

The room was very dimly lit, with three massive curved screens casting a faint blue glow.

Seeing this, Qin Ya softened her steps, walking soundlessly across the carpet.

Lu Li wore a massive pair of noise-canceling headphones. His fingers flew across the mechanical keyboard at an extremely rapid pace, the dense, crisp clicks blending together like a rapid drumbeat.

There was no game footage on the screens as she had imagined.

On the left was a rapidly flashing video call, and on the right was a screen full of scrolling black code matrices.

Qin Ya instantly recognized the man in the video, whose hair was as messy as a bird's nest and whose dark circles were so deep they were almost purple—it was Chief System Architect Zhang Chen of Guanghui Technology.

At this moment, Chief System Architect Zhang Chen was facing the screen, his exhausted face carrying a trace of subtle disdain.

“Consultant Lu. Li Huairong is pressing us again, saying our software department is a bunch of useless trash. He said that holding a trump card like the Full-screen display but pairing it with a lagging system is like Lü Bu riding a dog.”

He ran a hand through his hair, his tone dismissive:

“We've really done our best. The underlying logic of the Xingchen System is too convoluted; reverse engineering simply isn't working. You said you contacted a high-end overseas team—when exactly can the code patches be sent over?”

Standing by the door and witnessing this scene, Qin Ya felt as if she had been struck by lightning.