Transmigrating Before The Crazy Beauty Scum A Loses Control - Chapter 21

Luan Yenan glanced at the text message and then continued eating with ease.

On the night she transmigrated into this world, she saw Zuo Baixuan editing code in the hospital.

Luan Yenan keenly discerned the intent and vulnerabilities in that code. At that moment, she wanted to warn Zuo Baixuan.

Unfortunately, Zuo Baixuan misunderstood her intentions, and the opportunity was lost when Luan Muyin’s phone call interrupted them. Having missed that chance to speak, she didn’t bring it up again.

However, the incident left an impression on her.

After agreeing to Luan Muyin’s “three rules” at the Luan family, she began to ponder: if she couldn’t obtain funds directly from Luan Muyin, what other methods could she use?

There was one.

She found tasks assigned by the same person on Zuo Baixuan’s computer.

These fragments alone were inconclusive, but when pieced together, they gave her a strong sense of familiarity.

She had seen it in her original world.

It originated from a special virtual currency created on the internet 【1】.

The biggest differences between this virtual currency and government-issued currencies or other digital currencies were two-fold.

First, it was decentralized. It wasn’t issued by humans but was obtained through algorithms.

Second, its quantity was limited. It was more like a finite resource on Earth, akin to metals that become harder to mine as they are depleted.

Those involved in its research liked to call the process of obtaining this currency “mining.”

Thus, this currency gained investment value.

Before Luan Yenan transmigrated to this world, the exchange rate between that virtual currency and real-world value had skyrocketed from 100 coins for two pizzas to a ratio of 1:200,000 in real-world currency.

The creator’s core source code was completely open to the public, allowing anyone to study or improve it.

As a coding enthusiast, Luan Yenan naturally participated and learned a great deal.

Although she joined late, she still earned a considerable income by developing peripheral products.

Even joining so late, she made a significant amount of money.

What if she became one of its creators directly?

Luan Yenan revisited the outline of the original story in her mind.

The female lead’s rise in the latter part of the story was largely due to a project she incubated earlier that suddenly took off.

Although the details were vague, within the short span of six months to a year outlined in the story, the female lead gained the ability to rival and even take over established tech companies. She must have been riding a wave of opportunity.

The answer was clear.

The tasks Zuo Baixuan was currently working on were likely from that creator.

In her original world, the creator felt unable to perfect it alone and thus released the source code.

In this world, the creator was stuck at the framework stage due to differences in the tech tree.

Luan Yenan decided to seize the opportunity and enter the scene.

This wasn’t about cutting off the female lead’s future advantage but about accelerating it.

The unfamiliar number sent only an encrypted new email address.

After dinner, Luan Yenan sent a piece of source code she had prepared earlier to the new email address.

Even across two worlds, geniuses would inevitably resonate with each other.

After sending the message, Luan Yenan put away her phone and leaned against the doorframe, watching Zuo Baixuan in the kitchen.

Zuo Baixuan was still wearing the dress and puffed-sleeve blouse she had worn to school. With an apron on, she looked like a well-behaved child helping out at home.

Luan Yenan walked in and began tidying up the counter.

Zuo Baixuan was slightly stunned by Luan Yenan’s skilled movements.

What was this about?

Even if it was an act, was it necessary to go this far?

Zuo Baixuan recalled the week she had spent alone in this house, when the housekeeper had mentioned in passing that Luan Yenan never tidied up after herself.

“Isn’t it too much for a top student like you to be doing such hard work in the kitchen?” Luan Yenan interrupted Zuo Baixuan’s thoughts.

Zuo Baixuan didn’t stop what she was doing.

This little bit of work was nothing.

At her adoptive parents’ house, there wasn’t even a dishwasher; everything had to be washed by hand.

Although she had complained to Jiang Lingdan about becoming the family’s maid, it was different when this hypocrite person brought it up.

“What, is Boss Luan planning to offer me a job more suited to a top student like me?” Zuo Baixuan placed all the dishes into the dishwasher and closed it, then looked up.

Her shoulder-length hair swayed slightly, brushing past her sharp gaze.

While eating, Zuo Baixuan had carefully considered the events of the past few days.

She finally understood.

Luan Yenan’s attitude seemed more like wanting to see how far a little white rabbit with chips could fight against her.

If that was the case, then so be it.

As expected, Luan Yenan wasn’t angry. Instead, she smiled slightly: “There is indeed a job more suited to you.”

Zuo Baixuan washed her hands and leaned against the doorframe, mimicking Luan Yenan’s earlier posture: “I thought you were going to keep me as a part-time working maid while studying.”

Luan Yenan finished tidying the counter, put the cloth aside, and didn’t mind Zuo Baixuan’s deliberate imitation. She also leaned against the kitchen counter.

The two of them stood at opposite corners of the kitchen.

Luan Yenan stood with her back to the light, while Zuo Baixuan faced it, standing on the yin and yang sides.

Luan Yenan’s smile was hidden in the shadows, her voice calm and even: “I thought you enjoyed doing these chores. If you don’t like it, I can have the housekeeper come every day. You don’t even have to go to school if you don’t want to.”

Zuo Baixuan’s heart skipped a beat, sensing the excitement beneath Luan Yenan’s calm demeanor.

What was this crazy woman excited about?

She rubbed her hands together behind her back, suppressing the urge to turn and run, and let out a mocking laugh: “Are you offering me the life of a rich lady, or are you trying to lock me up?”

“Lock you up? If that were the case, I’d probably choose a thick iron chain to tie you to the bed, or maybe the bathroom.” Luan Yenan spoke as if she were seriously considering the idea.

Images flashed through Zuo Baixuan’s mind, and she couldn’t help but imagine an iron chain of thought wrapping around her.

Noticing Zuo Baixuan’s breath hitch, Luan Yenan smiled again.

This imaginative little white flower must have already visualized the scene she described.

“As for the life of a rich lady, if you want it, you already have it, don’t you?”

Seeing that Luan Yenan’s madness hadn’t leaked out in the slightest, Zuo Baixuan hid her own trembling.

“That’s right, you even have control over my living expenses now.”

Ding dong—

The doorbell interrupted them.

“The things I ordered have arrived.” Luan Yenan stepped away from the counter.

Zuo Baixuan quickly stepped back, leaving the kitchen and making way for Luan Yenan.

As Luan Yenan passed by, Zuo Baixuan caught a glimpse of her unrestrained smile.

Once again, Luan Yenan had caught Zuo Baixuan’s moment of vulnerability.

Luan Yenan gently pinched Zuo Baixuan’s cheek: “What, are you scared of me again?”

The pressure gradually increased, turning from a tickle to a slight pain. Zuo Baixuan swatted her hand away.

Luan Yenan chuckled and turned to open the door, letting the movers in.

Zuo Baixuan followed to the door, pursing her lips.

Through the surveillance, she saw teams of people carrying boxes.

If she wasn’t mistaken, the logos on those boxes belonged to top-tier computer equipment brands.

She had thought the things Luan Yenan ordered were to replace the outdated clothes and accessories in the wardrobe.

Instead, they were these large items.

“Where did you get the money to buy all this?” Almost reflexively, Zuo Baixuan asked a question that had little to do with her.

Luan Yenan rolled up her shirt sleeves, revealing a smooth forearm: “The bank gave it to me, of course.”

If Luan Yenan hadn’t said it so matter-of-factly and without any intention of running away, Zuo Baixuan might have thought she had robbed a bank.

“I mortgaged this apartment.” Luan Yenan casually slipped her hands into her pockets, showing no concern about potentially becoming homeless.

Zuo Baixuan didn’t know how to respond.

At the rate this person was spending money, would she end up bankrupt before Zuo Baixuan could win anything?

Author’s Note:

Luan Yenan: Money is just numbers until it’s spent; it’s meaningless. The same goes for a house. By mortgaging it while living in it, you double its value.

Author: What kind of crazy talk is this? (Trying to distance herself) The above represents only Luan Yenan’s personal views.

PS: 【1】The content about decentralized virtual currency references many online descriptions of Bitcoin, with some fictional elements added. It’s all fictional, unrelated to reality, and not an investment recommendation!

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