You Gave All the Credit to Your Dream Girl. Why Panic When I Quit the Project?

After five years, Shen Lang tossed the contract transferring him to janitorial work into the trash, unplugged his privately owned core-level USB drive, and politely clocked out.

Onstage, his wife sneered as she linked arms with her old flame: "Without the Su family, you won't even be able to afford a meal."

Shen Lang got into the bulletproof car bound for the national base, keeping his accomplishments hidden.

An hour later, every server in his wife's company lit up with a red screen, locked down.

Three hours later, her old flame was arrested for selling fake research papers, while her younger brother's fifty-million gambling debt had him stuffed into a dumpster by gangsters.

Five hours later, twelve banks joined forces to demand repayment, wiping out a trillion in market value and forcing the company to delist!

His ex-wife knelt in the rain outside the national base, knocking on the car window: "Shen Lang, come back and clock in, okay? I'll give you a hundred million!"

Shen Lang rolled up the bulletproof car window. "Sorry, my shift's over. No overtime."