[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-his-innocent-wife-is-a-dangerous-hacker":3,"chapter-his-innocent-wife-is-a-dangerous-hacker-his-innocent-wife-is-a-dangerous-hacker-chapter-70":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","His innocent wife is a dangerous hacker.",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},1150037,1493,"Chapter 70 I’m smarter than him","his-innocent-wife-is-a-dangerous-hacker-chapter-70",70,"\u003Cp>After the plane took off, Isabella felt surprisingly fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fear that had squeezed her chest earlier was gone now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what surprised her more was that Leonardo didn’t go back to his own seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stayed right beside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She sat there, legs crossed, hugging her bag, glancing at him from the corner of her eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was calm as ever, his posture straight, fingers resting on his knee, eyes fixed ahead like he was guarding the entire sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Isabella was bored but also... scared to talk to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her brain argued for a while.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t talk. He’s serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I’m bored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Do you want to die?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe. I’ll risk it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She cleared her throat softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sir?\" she called, careful, gentle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leonardo turned his head slowly to look at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Call me Leo,\" he said without blinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isabella blinked fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But you told me to call you ’Sir’! Right, Sir?\" she said, raising both eyebrows, fluttering her long lashes innocently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leonardo frowned. \"When?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mouth dropped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Excuse me?! Don’t tell me you forgot!\" She pointed a dramatic finger at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The auction night! When we danced! I called you ’Leo’ and you told me, and I quote, ’Call me sir when we’re alone.’\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She crossed her arms, chin up, proud of her sharp memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hmph. I remember everything.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leonardo gave her a look—half confused, half blank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Isabella sat back with a victorious smirk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well... of course he doesn’t remember. Mafia people use their hands, not their brain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m a hacker. I use memory and brain cells. So obviously...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She blinked slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m smarter than him,\"she whispered under her breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She giggled quietly to herself, proud of her discovery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s when Leonardo’s voice cut through her thoughts:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isabella flinched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was staring at her now, his expression serious, focused, like he wanted to scan her brain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What are you thinking about?\" he asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Isabella just smiled nervously, hugging her bag tighter. \"N-Nothing. Just appreciating the... clouds.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised one brow again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leonardo watched her out of the corner of his eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few minutes ago, she was acting like an excited little bunny– blinking her lashes, giggling at her own thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just hugging her bag, staring out the window with her cheek resting on her hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something about that sudden silence made him feel... off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a pause, he spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bell.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His deep voice cut through the hush of the jet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isabella jumped slightly, startled, her head snapping toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes were wide, round, innocent. Like a child who got caught daydreaming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leonardo blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no idea why he called her that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It just slipped out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, with those soft brown eyes staring at him, he didn’t even know what to say next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His throat felt dry. So he asked the first thing that came to mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you hungry?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isabella nodded quickly, her ponytail bouncing a little with the motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She suddenly looked like a hopeful bunny again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I didn’t have breakfast,\" she said in a small voice, like she’d been trying to hide that fact the whole morning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leonardo didn’t comment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just picked up the small tablet beside him and called someone through the in-flight system. \"Bring food.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he ended the call like it was nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Isabella’s eyes lit up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She smiled brightly and softly as if he had just done something heroic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hugged her bag tighter and whispered,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank you...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leonardo didn’t respond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he looked out the window...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And for some reason, he felt lighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leonardo looked at her again, frowning slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You can put down your bag, you know,\" he said, his voice low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isabella blinked, startled. She hadn’t even realized she was still hugging it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh... um...\" she looked down, embarrassed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The truth was when she felt uneasy or awkward, she always hugged something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether it was her plushies at home or her laptop bag now, it made her feel safe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hesitated, then slowly placed it down beside her seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as she did, the flight attendant returned, rolling in a sleek trolley of food. Her heels tapped sharply against the floor, and her eyes landed straight on Isabella.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She glared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isabella sat up straight, confused. What did I do now? she thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman didn’t say a word to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, she turned toward Leonardo and gave him a bright, sugary smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mr. Moretti,\" she purred, as if his name tasted like chocolate. \"I brought your meal selection.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leonardo gave a short nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flight attendant reached down to the trolley, bending extra low to lift a covered plate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her uniform shifted, and her cleavage was clearly on display, intentionally so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isabella blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was that necessary? she thought, eyes narrowing slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman moved with slow, exaggerated elegance, placing Leonardo’s plate on the small inbuilt table that folded out neatly from the side of his seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she straightened and reached for Isabella’s plate...only this time, her hands were faster, less graceful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t even look at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isabella took the plate politely anyway, offering a soft, \"Thank you...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No reply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman smiled once more only for Leonardo, then turned and walked off, swaying a bit too much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isabella stared at her retreating back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then muttered under her breath,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I really don’t like her.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leonardo didn’t respond, but his eyes flicked sideways to her for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And though he didn’t smile...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a small glint in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isabella started eating and felt happy for her stomach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was soft buttered bread, warm creamy pasta with mushrooms, and a small bowl of thick soup with herbs. A little plate of golden fries was on the side, and a mini glass of orange juice sat beside it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She took one bite of pasta and smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then a spoon of soup, warm and full of flavor and her shoulders relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She tried the fries and made a soft sound of happiness. Everything tasted good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other side, Leonardo ate elegantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He used his fork and knife perfectly. He didn’t rush. Every bite was calm, his hands steady, movements quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had the same meal but somehow, the way he ate it made it look more serious, like he was in a formal dinner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isabella peeked at him from time to time, chewing slowly when he looked her way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But inside, her heart was full.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her stomach was finally happy.\u003C\u002Fp>",1085,"2026-06-03T12:30:09.770Z","2026-06-03T12:30:13.266Z",1,"novelbin.me","8d6cb1663d1fa4c4fd90a85b3f56e8d1edfe17313ec82190da46d36cb193a8cf","his-innocent-wife-is-a-dangerous-hacker-chapter-71","his-innocent-wife-is-a-dangerous-hacker-chapter-69",762,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhis-innocent-wife-is-a-dangerous-hacker-cover.jpg"]