I Am Already A Queen

Jiang Suhan had absolutely zero intention of revealing Qiao Meixia’s transcendent, perfect-score Olympiad talent to these ungrateful people just yet. He would play his cards close to his chest, waiting patiently for the school’s official examinations so Qiaoqiao could completely shatter their arrogance and slap them directly in the face with her undeniable results.

Jiang Chinan’s face instantly flushed a violent crimson the moment he heard his elder brother publicly humiliate his academic standing.

"Eldest Brother... you really don’t have to constantly bring up my private grades in front of everyone like this." Jiang Chinan muttered unhappily, his teenage pride deeply wounded.

"Since you are clearly not performing well academically either, what gives you the right or the qualifications to mock someone else’s grades?" Jiang Suhan demanded coldly, his sharp gaze pinning his younger brother to the couch.

"That’s quite enough from both of you. Stop this pointless bickering immediately." Feng Lan sharply cut them off, stepping in before the internal family argument could escalate into another physical slap.

"Eldest Brother is always biased... He was the one who started targeting me first." Jiang Chinan mumbled aggressively under his breath, glaring sullenly at the floor.

Completely ignoring her youngest son’s childish complaints, Feng Lan turned her focus back toward Jiang Suhan.

"Have the two of you eaten dinner yet?" Feng Lan asked.

"Yeah... we already dined at a premium restaurant outside." Jiang Suhan said dismissively. Then, looking over at Feng Lan and Jiang Yanna, he added, "By the way, Qiaoqiao will be officially commuting to school with you tomorrow morning. Make sure the driver is ready."

"Oh... I see. I will make sure we are ready." Jiang Yanna smiled softly, though her eyes darkened significantly as she glanced at Qiao Meixia’s detached silhouette.

"I am going up to my room now." Qiao Meixia muttered in a low tone, turning on her heel and leaving the living room without waiting for a single response from any of them.

To be completely honest, she was both mentally and physically exhausted today. Mentally, because of those eccentric, loud university professors she had been forced to deal with earlier. Physically, because of her overzealous elder brother dragging her across every luxury district in the city just to buy stationery.

After taking a quick, steaming shower to wash away the exhaustion, Qiao Meixia immediately threw herself onto the plush mattress, burying her face in the pillows. Within minutes, her consciousness faded, and she quickly drifted off into a deep, dreamless slumber.

...

Meanwhile, across the city in a highly secured, heavily fortified dark district, a specialised elite subordinate knocked precisely three times on a massive, reinforced mahogany door. After hearing a deep, terrifyingly resonant voice command him to enter from the inside, the man carefully turned the handle, opened the door, and stepped into the dimly lit executive office.

"Lord Jiu, we have successfully received the primary payload transmission from Red Mansion." The subordinate reported respectfully, keeping his head deeply bowed.

"Bring it here. Let me personally verify the data." Lord Jiu commanded, his voice cold, steady, and carrying an aura of absolute, undisputed authority.

"Yes, My Lord." The subordinate nodded quickly, stepping forward with precise movements as he handed over the military-grade, heavily encrypted laptop he had been carrying.

Lord Jiu accepted the sleek laptop, his sharp, predatory eyes narrowing slightly as he began examining the complex contents flashing across the screen. His gloved hand guided the mouse with lethal precision, clicking through the massive, triple-encrypted files one by one, completely unaware that the elite hacker who had just seamlessly delivered this classified global intelligence was currently sleeping soundly as a high school student in the Jiang Family mansion.

"Letting that top-tier hacker from Red Mansion handle this high-stakes job was indeed the absolute right choice." Lord Jiu smiled.

Lord Jiu leaned back comfortably in his executive leather seat, a profoundly satisfied, dark smile spreading across his handsome face as his sharp eyes meticulously skimmed through the stolen data. With this explosive, highly classified secret securely in their hands, their next major underworld operation would be vastly easier to manage and execute. Fifty million dollars was truly only a small, trivial price to pay. In return for that minor investment, the returns they would gain would be worth far more than ten times that amount.

"Arrange the high-level meeting for tomorrow afternoon. We will officially finalise the new maritime trade route." Lord Jiu stated, his tone shifting into one of absolute command.

"Yes, Lord Jiu. I will handle it immediately." The elite subordinate bowed deeply, took the military-grade laptop, and quietly retreated from the office, closing the door without making a single sound.

Left alone, Lord Jiu slowly stood up from his seat, his long legs moving with fluid grace as he walked toward the floor-to-ceiling glass window. His piercing gaze was fixed entirely on the shimmering, bustling neon lights of the sprawling city below. Deep down, he genuinely admired the faceless hacker who had managed to seamlessly breach the nation’s core military firewall without alerting a single cyber-security patrol. He knew very well that if the military tech units had discovered even the slightest, microscopic trace of an intrusion, they would have immediately locked down the network and launched a ruthless, full-scale global counterattack to eliminate the hacker. The fact that absolutely nothing had happened meant the infiltration had been executed with completely flawless perfection.

The more he pondered the genius feat, the more intensely interested he became in the identity of this mysterious hacker. If the opportunity ever presented itself in the future, he wanted to meet that brilliant person face-to-face and aggressively recruit them to work directly under his banner.

"Young Master Jiu, the grand dining hall has prepared everything. It is time for your scheduled dinner." Another trusted subordinate entered the room, speaking with deep, formal respect.

"Hmm... Excellent. I suppose it is time for me to put on my act and play the fool again." Lord Jiu murmured, a dangerous, mocking smile curling the corners of his lips.

With practised ease, Lord Jiu walked over to his custom-engineered electric wheelchair and sat down, completely shifting his posture into that of a weak, frail invalid.

Then, Yin Jiuqi picked up the sleek remote control, clicked it, and guided the motorised wheelchair smoothly toward the exit.

His elite bodyguard silently fell into formation behind him, perfectly masking their lethal aura. Together, the group boarded the private VIP elevator and took it straight down to the ground-floor luxury lobby.

However, the exact moment they stepped out of the elevator doors and into the public view, they happened to run directly into a boisterous, arrogant group of young men hailing from wealthy families.

"Oh... Well, well. Look who we have crawled out here. Jiuqi... I honestly had no idea you were wasting away in a high-end establishment like this." One of the wealthy heirs greeted him, a dripping, mocking smile plastered across his face.

"Hey, Xu Heng, who exactly is this crippled guy?" One of his affluent companions asked, looking down with intense curiosity.

"You seriously don’t recognise him?" Xu Heng smirked widely, crossing his arms arrogantly. "This is the official eldest heir of the prestigious Yin Family, Yin Jiuqi... Oh, wait. My apologies. I should properly introduce him as the fallen heir."

He burst into a loud, mocking round of laughter the moment the words left his mouth.

"The fallen heir?" Another one of Xu Heng’s snobbish friends slowly lowered his disdainful gaze toward Yin Jiuqi’s perfectly still legs before letting out a cruel, condescending chuckle. "Oh... So you are that useless person from the rumours. The one whose legs are completely dead."

Sitting with absolute, chilling calm in his mechanical wheelchair, Yin Jiuqi showed zero physical reaction to their pathetic ridicule. His expression remained entirely deadpan, cold, and indifferent, as though he had not processed a single word filtering through the air.

"Come on now, Jiuqi, don’t be a party pooper. My boys and I are just about to head into the lounge to have a few premium drinks. Why don’t you wheel yourself over and join us? I bet you miss it a lot." Xu Heng invited him, his grin clearly carrying malicious, humiliating intent.

"No need." Yin Jiuqi replied flatly, his voice devoid of any emotion.

"Aw, don’t be like that, Jiuqi. Come on... Since you can’t walk, let your good friend give you a hand." Xu Heng said sneeringly, boldly stepping right behind Yin Jiuqi’s wheelchair to grab the handles.

However, before Xu Heng’s fingers could even make physical contact with the leather trim, Yin Jiuqi calmly and precisely toggled the remote control, accelerating his electric wheelchair forward by a single meter.

***This novel is a contracted work with w e b n o v e l. c o m. If you do not read this novel on w e b n o v e l. c o m, that means it has been stolen. Thank you, from your shameless author, ZerahNeko***