Hidden identities of the AI Heiress-Chapter 1006: Shocking! Qiaoqiao is MR.Q? (End)
Fu Yun’s face turned as pale as a sheet of paper the moment she saw Pei Ya’s Weibo post.
The shock was so overwhelming that it made her dizzy, her head throbbed with a dull pain, and she even began to see double when she looked at Pei Ya.
"Now you understand why I listen to her?"
Pei Ya chuckled maliciously, "Is there a problem with obeying my boss?"
The truth was laid bare before her, yet Fu Yun still tried to resist it, trembling as she asked, "Jiujiu, you’re lying to me, aren’t you?"
She couldn’t bring herself to accept this reality—admitting it would make all her past thoughts and actions seem laughable.
How could Qiao Yun possibly be the boss of Shengqiao?
Pei Ya’s lips curled into a sneer, his tone contemptuous as he replied, "Tsk, you’re really good at deluding yourself."
He leaned closer to Fu Yun, his gaze filled with loathing.
"All these years, you’ve been lying to yourself, pretending my parents’ death had nothing to do with you. Don’t you fear those moments when you wake up in the middle of the night?"
Fu Yun’s head buzzed, her emotions spiraled out of control, triggering violent coughing fits as if she were about to cough her lungs out.
Pei Ya didn’t intervene, watching her coldly with detached eyes.
After some time, Fu Yun finally managed to stop coughing. Her voice was hoarse as she said, "I didn’t mean it... I never wanted things to get so serious... Please, believe me..."
As she spoke, tears streamed down her face, full of regret and sorrow.
"No, you did mean it." Pei Ya’s voice was icy, "The Huo family—are you really unaware of what kind of people they are? For your personal gain, you were willing to harm your own sister. Someone like you has no right to live in this world."
As he spoke, his expression grew darker.
Fu Yun opened her mouth, wanting to defend herself, but her emotions overwhelmed her, leaving her gasping for air. Her chest heaved uncontrollably.
Pei Ya sneered, "Even heaven has eyes, doesn’t it? Now, you’ve been abandoned by everyone. Did you know that Huo Lin once came to see me?"
Fu Yun froze for a moment, then her eyes lit up with a hint of hope.
Could Alin have approached Pei Ya to rescue her?
She knew Alin, who always listened to her, could never truly abandon her.
But Pei Ya’s next words shattered her delusions.
"I gave him a choice: to save you or stand against me. Guess what he chose?"
Fu Yun stared at Pei Ya with anticipation.
Pei Ya smiled faintly, "He chose himself."
Fu Yun’s expression froze. "What do you mean?"
"He’s done with you," Pei Ya’s smile widened. "He handed you over to me."
Fu Yun shrieked hysterically, "Impossible! That’s impossible. He wouldn’t abandon me..."
Pei Ya said mockingly, "Are you saying you believe that yourself?"
Fu Yun said nothing, her breathing quickened, her eyes bulging with disbelief.
The sharp pain in her head returned, tugging away at her sanity bit by bit.
Pei Ya’s tone was full of derision, "Even your son doesn’t want you anymore. What’s left for you to live for? Oh, wait, you never actually treated him like a son. You’ve only ever used him to secure your position in the Huo family."
His expression darkened further. "You selfish, despicable woman."
Fu Yun’s eyes turned bloodshot, rage flaring as she screamed hysterically, "Shut up! Shut up! Stop talking!"
How could Pei Ya comply? He continued to hammer at her nerves relentlessly, "Are you regretting it now? Too late—regret won’t change anything."
He didn’t reveal to Fu Yun that although Huo Lin had washed his hands of her, he had only done so under the premise that her life wasn’t endangered.
If Pei Ya were to outright take Fu Yun’s life, Huo Lin wouldn’t stand idly by.
Not that Pei Ya had ever intended to kill her—he preferred letting her endure a lifetime of psychological torment.
Fu Yun clutched her head in agony.
Pei Ya, having seen enough, felt it necessary to end their conversation. He called out toward the door, "You can come in now."
Soon, the door to the visiting room opened.
A group of medical staff in white coats entered, walked straight to Fu Yun, and restrained her as they prepared to take her away.
Fu Yun screamed in terror, "What are you doing?!"
Pei Ya kindly informed her, "You’re sick, so of course, they’re taking you to get treatment. The rest of your life will be spent in a mental institution."
"No! I’m not sick!" Fu Yun struggled desperately.
For the first time, she realized Pei Ya truly had no compassion for her.
He was actually sending her to a mental institution. Even if she wasn’t mentally ill going in, she surely would be by the time she got out.
She refused to accept this outcome. She was the lady of the Huo family, the most respected socialite of K-Port. If word of this got out, she would be humiliated beyond measure.
Fear overwhelmed her, and she pleaded bitterly with Pei Ya, "Jiujiu, forgive me. I know I was wrong. Please give me a chance to make it up to you. I’ll give you anything you want, I really know my mistake now."
Pei Ya snorted coldly, "Who cares about your so-called reparations?"
He instructed the medical staff, "She’s all yours now."
The lead doctor nodded, "Rest assured, we’ll take good care of her."
Pei Ya acknowledged with a hum and turned to leave.
Fu Yun was still screaming, "Jiujiu, come back... Don’t do this to me..."
As Pei Ya’s silhouette disappeared from her sight, Fu Yun was so overcome by shock that she fainted, her eyes rolling back as she lost consciousness.
