Hidden identities of the AI Heiress-Chapter 1002: Professor Qiao Personally Slaps His Own Face
In that moment, the internet couldn’t help but let their imagination run wild — could it be that Professor Qiao would suddenly show up in person? Surely not just to slap them in the face?
Ha! No way, right?
Professor Brute noticed that Qiao Yun was indeed speechless for a second. He cleared his throat to ease the awkwardness and voiced the curiosity of countless netizens: "I trust everyone is curious about why you’ve chosen to accept the award in person. As far as I know, this is your first public appearance, isn’t it? Could you share with us — why did you attend this conference?"
Without much thought, Qiao Yun turned her clear black-and-white eyes toward the camera and spoke in a serious tone, word by word: "I don’t need to live off anyone."
"..."
"..."
Qiao Yun paused briefly, then added, "I’m very rich."
As soon as Qiao Yun finished speaking, a faint chuckle seemed to come from beside her. But perhaps her words were so unconventional that no one paid attention to it.
At this moment, silence reigned — the entire world held its breath.
It didn’t take long for everyone to react. Qiao Yun’s response was undeniably a fierce slap in the face to all the netizens who had baselessly defamed her.
So the reason for her sudden appearance truly stemmed from the recent online controversy!
"I have nothing more to say." After these words, Qiao Yun courteously bid farewell and disconnected the video call.
...
Qiao Yun ended the live connection and took a sip from her water cup.
The man next to her curled his thin lips into a teasing smile, his tone ambiguous and voice low: "Professor Qiao, might I have the honor of living off you?"
Qiao Yun: "..."
She shot him a look, her gaze full of disappointment: "Living off others is wrong."
Li Hanzhou couldn’t help but laugh at her earnest expression, his delicate peach blossom eyes curving, making him appear even more striking.
When he’d laughed enough, he finally quipped, "I wonder how many people won’t be able to sleep tonight because of what you just said."
"Oh." Qiao Yun said expressionlessly, "Serves them right for saying I live off others."
Li Hanzhou sighed, "You..."
His tone carried indulgence and affection.
Without a doubt, her actions were tied to him in some way.
He chuckled softly, then said, "Now I guess they’ll start saying I live off you."
Qiao Yun pondered seriously and nodded: "Hmm, not wrong. You’re not as rich as me."
Not as rich = living off her.
No issue with that logic.
Though she disliked people living off others, if it were Li Hanzhou... well, she could make an exception.
Professor Qiao sighed.
As the head of the household, one has to earn money to support their family.
Li Hanzhou, unaware that Qiao Yun had assumed the responsibility of being the family’s breadwinner, raised an eyebrow and pulled out his phone to send a message.
[Calculate immediately — how much money do I actually have?]
...
The Global Computer Conference continued, but no one had any interest in watching the livestream anymore. Discussions about Qiao Yun surged explosively worldwide.
As soon as Qiao Yun appeared, she started trending online. Then her remarks ignited the trends like wildfire.
#QiaoYunIsProfessorQiao#
#IDontLiveOffAnyone#
#EnvyLuZhanxing#
#ProfessorQiaoQingUniversity#
Just about every topic related to Qiao Yun flooded the trending charts, almost causing the platform to crash. Thanks to the earlier system upgrade provided free of charge by Tianqi Research Institute, it managed to handle the massive traffic.
The entire internet plunged into a frenzy of discussion.
[Oh my god, I still can’t recover from this! This is ridiculously insane!]
[Hahaha, my idol turned out to be my favorite online persona too—double the joy!]
[I could never have imagined that Qiao Yun is actually Professor Qiao.]
[Did you hear that? Professor Qiao said— "I don’t live off anyone!"]
[A literal deity has descended to smack faces. Those who defamed Professor Qiao, start groveling!]
[Professor Qiao: What? I need to live off others? I can make loads of money with just one patent!]
[When Qiao Yun appeared, I was totally dumbfounded. Almost thought it was a tech glitch. Turns out it’s real — my mood now feels like riding a roller coaster!]
[Lu Zhanxing is so lucky. With a sister like Professor Qiao, who needs luck?]
[Laughing so hard — previously people said Qiao Yun needed a man to achieve her success, or that she got her position at Tianqi through connections. Tsk, does her own research institute need "connections"?]
[Begging Qiao Yun to be a bit more human—so young and already Professor Qiao! How can us peers survive this level of competition?]
[So all those bigwigs who attended her birthday banquet weren’t there because of Li Hanzhou but because she’s Professor Qiao herself!]
Those who had supported Qiao Yun before now reveled in relief, while those who had insulted her fell into a guilty silence. Reflecting on their earlier mockery of her, they wished they could rewind time and knock some sense into their selves.
Serves you right for talking nonsense! Serves you right for being blind!
Amid the internet’s frenzy over Professor Qiao, Shengyang High School’s official account posted a blog.
[Shengyang High School V: Congratulations to our honorary principal Qiao Yun on receiving the highest award of the Robel Prize.]
Netizens: ????? What’s this?
Before they could freak out, they quickly noticed that not just Shengyang High School, but also Qiaose Institute had posted congratulations.
[Qiaose Pharmaceuticals V: Congratulations to our investor, Professor Qiao Yun, for winning the highest Robel Prize award. Cheers and celebrations~]
Netizens: ...!
They were utterly stunned.
Meanwhile, others discovered a post from Volkov on an international platform: [Lately, many people have asked me who the president of the Technology Association is. If you’d like to know, simply follow today’s Computer Conference. Our president just won the Robel Prize.]
Just when everyone thought it was over, renowned figures from various fields stepped forward to congratulate Qiao Yun, showcasing the immense respect she commanded.
Many of these figures had received guidance from Qiao Yun before, and though they’d silently supported her during the online hate saga, her identity’s confidentiality prevented them from openly defending her.
Now that Professor Qiao had decided to step into the spotlight, they finally had the chance to vent their frustrations and let everyone witness Professor Qiao’s absolute dominance!
The impact was massive. Even platforms upgraded by Tianqi Research Institute’s systems nearly buckled under the information overload.
Netizens were left utterly speechless. If Qiao’s identity wasn’t already earth-shattering, the implications now were simply inconceivable.
Everyone reading these official statements found their minds completely blank.
[Hang on, this is getting really complicated. Let me piece this together — so Qiao Yun = Shengyang High School Principal = Qiaose Institute Investor = Technology Association President?]
[I just want to ask Qiao Yun—how are we even the same species? How can you be this exceptional? Why, just why!]
[What else is there? Please spill everything at once!]
[No more, no more! I can’t take it anymore!]
Qiao Yun’s former high school classmates, seeing layer upon layer of her accolades unraveling, proudly declared:
[I always wondered why Qiao Yun studied so well, almost to the point of questioning my own existence. Now I get it — we’re simply not in the same league.]
[I’m also someone who shared a class with Professor Qiao. Is this my ancestors’ blessing? Damn! This feels like a dream!]
[Unbelievable—how did Qiao Yun end up as our principal? I still can’t believe it!]
[So Qiao Yun was the one who authored those devilish textbooks, and before finals, sent us god-awful practice questions as our principal!?]
Shengyang High School classmates: "..." Torn between wanting to curse and laugh.
Meanwhile, Qiao Yun’s high school teacher, Wu Xianfeng, posted in a daze: [I was once addressed as ’teacher’ by Professor Qiao. No! I don’t deserve it!]
Those who had trashed Qiao Yun nearly burst into tears. Anyone who had ever challenged her quietly shed regretful tears.
It was utterly terrifying.
Had they known Qiao Yun was this extraordinary, they would’ve cozied up to her the moment she returned to the Lu Family. How could they have dared mock her?
Lu Zhanxing, scrolling through the commentary, casually posted: [Life has no shortcuts—unless you’re like me and have a sister.]
Netizens, smacked straight in the face with Lu Zhanxing’s bragging: "..."
What to do? We really want to punch him.
...
Jiang Jing watched helplessly as countless people jumped in to defend Qiao Yun, their actions proving beyond a doubt that no matter whether Qiao Yun was Professor Qiao or not, Jiang Jing could never hope to measure up to even a strand of Qiao Yun’s hair.
She stared at her phone, eyes blank and voice choked with emotion as she spoke: "Was she treating me like a clown back then?"
Clearly capable of squashing her effortlessly, yet allowing her to flounce around instead.
Was it all for the amusement?
The truth was this — Qiao Yun had never spared a thought for Jiang Jing. How could she waste time worrying about Jiang Jing’s antics? In Qiao Yun’s eyes, Jiang Jing’s attempts were nothing more than trivial, inconsequential acts.
Xu Qiao was in no position to console Jiang Jing. Ever since Qiao Yun’s myriad identities were exposed, her phone hadn’t stopped ringing—it was all members of her social circle calling.
Given how many people knew about Jiang Jing’s complaints about Qiao Yun, it was obvious these calls were meant to ridicule.
Xu Qiao picked up and hung up, growing increasingly agitated as she looked over and saw Jiang Jing sway and then collapse backward, fainting on the spot.
"Jingjing!" Xu Qiao quickly moved to support Jiang Jing, her voice sharp and panicked: "Help! Somebody, quick..."
Suddenly, the door slammed open.
A group of men dressed in black suits strode in. Leading them was a towering figure with an intimidating glare, clearly someone not to be messed with.
Xu Qiao was startled. Her voice caught in her throat as she stared at them in disbelief.
The man at the front was Zhou You. Without sparing Xu Qiao or the unconscious Jiang Jing a glance, he raised a hand and commanded, "Take her away."
"Yes."
One of the men stepped forward, brusquely shoved Xu Qiao aside, grabbed the unconscious Jiang Jing, and prepared to haul her away.
