Wan Donglin mentioned a few things, and Yan Xixi’s eyes widened in shock. After a while, she murmured to herself, "I knew it. She’s just a celebrity; how can she afford such expensive jewelry? I’ve looked into her background. Though she’s a regular on Forbes’ celebrity list, her annual income is only tens of millions. I’ve seen her on three different occasions, and each time the jewelry she wore was worth over thirty million. These pieces are definitely not furnished by sponsors; they’re all personally owned by her..."

Even for a top female celebrity, is it possible to casually own jewelry worth hundreds of millions? These are just the tip of the iceberg; it’s impossible that she only has these three sets of jewelry. Besides, apart from the jewelry, there are luxury cars. A simple image search reveals the least flashy of them to be a Range Rover. There’s also a Lamborghini and a Maserati. Plus, she owns three villas and some shops in North City and has property in Ao City. Reports say she’s earned a sizeable fortune by investing in real estate, thanks to her unique vision and business acumen. But could all this money really have come from real estate? Would anyone besides diehard fans believe this?

Yan Xixi curiously asked, "Then why did she release a photo of you two in Xia City?"

Wan Donglin’s face turned solemn. "That’s why I had dinner with her. The photo was actually suggested by my elder sister; it has been manipulated..."

"Why would your sister do this?"

"My sister knows her. They weren’t particularly close, but recently, they’ve been spending more time together because she’s the spokesperson for my sister’s company for the next three years."

So that was it.

However, what troubled Wan Donglin wasn’t just this. He gradually found out that Rina’s identity was quite strange—as if he were dealing with a double agent. Wan Dongmei offered a considerable amount, but how could other interested parties not afford to match it? What if someone offered several times more or promised some other benefits?

Wan Dongmei might not have noticed, but Wan Donglin clearly saw that the photo reveal was over the top. However, he couldn’t completely understand the strange details hidden within.

Yan Xixi, knowing this matter was classified, didn’t want to inquire, but curiosity got the best of her. "Do you believe Lao Zhou would sit back and do nothing?"

Wan Donglin shook his head. The real danger was just beginning.

Ever since the Snowden incident, the Internet has been thoroughly monitored to the point where a single network connection could monitor the entire world. No matter how advanced the era becomes, the human brain is always more reliable and secretive than the Internet.

If Lao Zhou’s secrets can be leaked, yours certainly can too.

This particular case had prompted Lao Zhou to replace all of his confidential files.

The main reason for his two months of hiding was precisely this. Before, he had no intentions of revealing these secrets to her. However, after all that had happened, he reconsidered. She had proven capable of adapting to circumstances, and he felt it would be too cruel to let her continue suffering in ignorance. He decided not to hide anything from her.

"Xixi, let’s use a simple example. You know about foreign exchange reserves, right?"

She nodded.

"People generally understand it like this—let’s say B Country has a few trillion in foreign exchange reserves. People tend to misinterpret this as a few trillion in foreign exchange deposits, national debt, or similar assets. But that’s not the case. These so-called reserves are essentially a collection of IOUs. When relevant parties print currency, it isn’t pegged to the gold standard or anything else, but rather to these reserves..."