Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Ku Ke stared at the logo in the lower-left corner.

His pupils dilated.

He grabbed Qin Ling’s hand and stopped him from closing the page.

Every software engineer had his own logo.

The Yunguang Consortium was naturally so.

Ku Ke had entered the Yunguang Consortium’s 28th floor more than half a month ago.

Apart from these, he himself was also an engineering master, so he naturally knew the top four software engineers in the circle.

Two people occupied the top spot in the Yunguang Consortium: Lu Zhixin and Poppy, who had never revealed herself.

Lu Zhixin had developed the Yunguang Consortium’s search engine that had taken the world by storm and had remained at the top thus far. Unlike Lu Zhixin’s traditional software, Poppy was the most well-known because she had developed artificial intelligence 20 years ahead of the time.

The reason Poppy was better known that Lu Zhixin was because her programs were distributed in the forum for free.

It was just that not many people could solve the source code issued by her.

But these things weren’t important.

Everyone in the circle knew that Lu Zhixin’s logo was a maple leaf, while Poppy’s was red poppies.

No one would dare imitate Poppy.

Thus, at a glance, Ku Ke immediately recognized the logo on the lower-left corner of Qin Ling’s screen. “This… where did you get this software from?”

His tone… Qin Ling was silent for a moment.

He glanced inquisitively at Qin Ran when she entered from the side.

Ku Ke also followed his gaze and immediately paused when he saw Qin Ran.

Qin Ran leaned lazily against the door and played with her phone. If anyone was standing beside her, they would see the Yunguang Consortium’s forum homepage displayed on her screen.

She was reading halfway through the link when she looked up at Ku Ke. “Forum.”

“What forum?” Ku Ke stood up and asked in fluent Chinese.

Qin Ran’s expression was blank. “Add my WeChat, I’ll send you the link.”

Ku Ke immediately took out his phone and opened WeChat.

During this time, Qin Ran had already pressed on the link and was prepared to send it.

She directly sent it to him.

Ku Ke clicked on it.

He immediately saw a red logo—

Poppy.

His eyes widened. “This is Poppy’s account? When did God P make an account, why didn’t anyone realize?”

Poppy was very secretive, and most of the news about her was released from Lu Zhixin or the Yunguang Consortium.

Seeing her private account, he immediately clicked on it.

Disregarding everything else, he sat down again and slowly read through it.

Qin Ling also leaned over to take a look. He memorized the website and Poppy’s account.

Then, he looked away and opened up the website on his own phone.

Qin Ran walked over to look.

Qin Ling was still searching—

Poppy.

She was speechless.

Although Qin Ling majored in software programming, Qin Ran had taught him hacking before, so he knew how to filter messages and search for blocked content.

He looked up at Qin Ran.

Qin Ran looked up and simply left the room with her phone. “I’ll find your Brother Cheng.”

Nearing 6 pm.

Cheng Juan and Qin Hanqiu were mostly done with their work.

His kitchen ventilator was rather good and there wasn’t any smoke.

Leaning against the kitchen door and watching him plate the dishes with Qin Hanqiu, she thought that he was rather artistic.

“Ran Ran, are you hungry?” Qin Hanqiu poured a dish into the blazing pot and stepped aside for Cheng Juan to handle it. He opened the other pot and began putting in spices while saying to her, “Wait a minute more, this is the last dish.”

After putting in salt and plating it, he brought the two dishes outside and instructed Qin Ran and the others. “Don’t enter my kitchen.”

She was speechless.

She crossed her arms and watched as Cheng Juan stood in front of the pot and plated it very neatly. His movements were calm and slow and looked rather artistic.

He was doing it as if he had learned it before.

No wonder Qin Hanqiu always asked him to go to the kitchen.

“Admit it, you’ve been to the New Western Chef.” Qin Ran thought of the advertisement he often watched.

Since he had learned so many random things, it wouldn’t be surprising if he had gone there too.

The kitchen ventilator was rather noisy, but Qin Ran’s voice could still be heard. He took time to glance at her and raised an eyebrow, looking rather doubtful. “This has to be learned?”

Qin Ran silently closed the kitchen door.

They had dinner at 7 pm.

Butler Qin, Ah Wen, and Ah Hai were very restrained.

Finally, watching Cheng Juan help them set up the exquisite bowls and chopsticks bought by Qin Hanqiu, their restrain disappeared a little. Butler Qin even turned on the TV to watch the celebration.

The window was closed, but the sound of fireworks could still be faintly heard. The floors weren’t low and fireworks could be seen in the central garden next door.

It was lively and crowded.

Ku Ke only came out when dinner started.

He didn’t celebrate the Spring Festival but had been influenced by the liveliness. He also helped to paste the couplets but was a little distracted at this moment.

Qin Hanqiu put down small glasses of wine and drank slowly with Cheng Juan.

Cheng Juan poured a glass and drank with him before glancing at Qin Ran, who ignored him. He poured another glass without changing his expression.

Ku Ke finished eating and bid them farewell.

“Is Teacher Ku Ke alright?” Butler Qin was quite concerned.

“Yeah.” Qin Ling turned to Qin Ran and faintly said, “He found his idol’s account.”

“Oh.” Butler Qin nodded and then turned to the TV.

He laughed.

At the thought of something, Qin Hanqiu returned to his room and handed a red packet each to Qin Ran, Qin Ling, and Cheng Juan.

Then, he continued drinking with Cheng Juan.

While on a group video call with Lin Siran and the others, Qin Ran turned to the TV, curious to see what Butler Qin was laughing about.

Her phone rang.

It was Lu Zhixin.

Did he want to send her New Year greetings this year?

He didn’t do so for other years.

She hung up the video call and picked up. “Uncle Lu.”

On the other end, Lu Zhixin was silent for a while. He found a quiet spot and said, “What did you do? Someone called me just now and said that the company’s forum has become paralyzed.”

It was New Year’s, he didn’t want to work overtime.

Qin Ran continued watching TV and lightly said, “I was forced to register an account.”