Hidden identities of the AI Heiress-Chapter 1013: Professor Qiao’s Home; Lu Shiran Feels Guilty
At the moment the cover was lifted, a bright white light hit her, forcing her to blink uncomfortably.
Her long, curled lashes fluttered up and down, and only after a while did she adjust to the light. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮
When she saw the scene before her, confusion flickered in Qiao Yun’s dark, clear eyes. She turned to Li Hanzhou behind her, silently asking him with her gaze.
What is this?
Li Hanzhou had his suit jacket draped over his arm, the top buttons of his white shirt undone, revealing hints of his delicate collarbones. Seeing Qiao Yun’s glance, his eyes curved upward, carrying a faintly seductive charm.
"I told you, I’m taking you home."
Qiao Yun froze briefly, then reacted, her voice carrying a hint of hesitation and disbelief: "This is a home?"
She scanned her surroundings once more with her eyes.
This was an exceptionally large modern villa, with an open skylight on the roof allowing the bright moonlight to pour in.
Inside, the house was empty—there wasn’t even a single piece of furniture.
This was an unrenovated villa.
Seeing Qiao Yun’s slightly dazed appearance, Li Hanzhou couldn’t resist teasing her: "Professor Qiao, you’re engaged to me now. Isn’t having a home with me a perfectly normal thing?"
Qiao Yun suddenly understood.
This was going to be her and Li Hanzhou’s future home.
Her serene heart skipped a beat at this realization, a fleeting sense of unease washing over her.
Professor Qiao had never pictured having another home apart from those of the Lu Family and the Qiao Family.
Now, she had one—a place that belonged entirely to her.
Li Hanzhou turned his head and stared deeply at the glow in Qiao Yun’s eyes, as if they were lit by dazzling stars, making him unable to look away.
Encountering Professor Qiao was the luckiest thing in his life.
He thought to himself that perhaps he should thank Li Nanfeng for kidnapping him during childhood; it gave him the chance to cross paths with Qiao Yun.
Without that intersection, Professor Qiao probably wouldn’t even glance at him.
Li Hanzhou told Qiao Yun, "Tell me what kind of decor style you like, and I’ll have someone handle it."
He hadn’t renovated the villa yet because he wanted Qiao Yun to design this little home that belonged to the two of them, herself.
"Okay." Her eyes lit up slightly as she began examining her surroundings.
There wasn’t much to look at, as the place was essentially empty.
Yet somehow, she found herself liking it.
Seeing Qiao Yun’s fondness for the idea, Li Hanzhou’s lips curved upward. Now that they had this home, his little one wouldn’t be able to escape.
He tentatively probed, "Now that we have a home, all that’s missing is an owner. Want to move in?"
He couldn’t get a marriage certificate just yet, but cohabitating—now that could be arranged.
Hearing this, Qiao Yun raised an eyebrow, "If you can convince them."
"Them" included the Lu Family, the Su Family, the Qiao Family, Pei Ya, and the research team kids.
Li Hanzhou: "..."
Li Hanzhou felt the weight of the task ahead.
Already engaged, and he still couldn’t get close enough to hold his future wife.
Was the world’s malice toward him a bit much?
Li Hanzhou didn’t dwell on this issue for long. He suddenly took out his phone and snapped a photo of the villa.
"Even if cohabitation is currently off the table, flaunting our love still needs to happen."
With that, he posted the photo online.
Caption: [Our little home.]
Since declaring his claim on Professor Qiao publicly, Li Hanzhou had developed a slight fondness for telling everyone she was his—and urging her admirers to back off.
Qiao Yun didn’t comment on Li Hanzhou’s childish behavior. For trivial matters like these, she indulged her fiancé.
...
As soon as the post went up, the internet exploded, quickly rocketing to the hot search list.
These two were no ordinary people; the attention focused on them was immense.
Everyone knew today was Professor Qiao and Mr. Li’s engagement ceremony. However, due to strict security measures, there wasn’t a single photo or video of the event circulating.
Just when CP fans were about to die of thirst, the couple themselves showed up dispensing sweetness, practically driving the fans wild with excitement.
With cohabitation on the horizon, could babies be far behind?
When Lu Zhanxing saw it, he nearly choked on his drink, veins throbbing at his temples.
He hadn’t expected Li Hanzhou to move this quickly.
The engagement was already done, and Lu Zhanxing had made peace with the idea of his sister getting married to Li Hanzhou.
But cohabitation? No way!
His sister was still so young. If they lived under the same roof...
Too dangerous!
Lu Zhanxing thought about it endlessly, only to realize the decision ultimately rested in his sister’s hands. He sighed deeply, his expression a tragic mix of misery and melodrama.
Lu Shiran thought Lu Zhanxing was still frustrated about the engagement, so he piped up to comfort him: "Second Cousin, you need to lighten up. It’s already happened; worrying won’t change anything."
Lu Zhanxing accepted this advice well; he was a shamelessly devoted brother, and whatever his sister decided was final for him. Thus, he wasn’t as grumpy as Lu Jingzhi or Lu Zhanxing.
"You’re just a kid; what do you know?" Lu Zhanxing waved him off. "Go play somewhere else."
Lu Shiran rolled his eyes, "You’re even less mature than a kid."
Lu Zhanxing chuckled, "Lu Shiran, are you trying to let the whole world know that you were still wetting the bed at six years old?"
Lu Shiran snapped angrily, "That’s slander! You’re making things up!"
Lu Zhanxing raised an eyebrow, "Oh really? Well, I’ve got photos."
Fuming, Lu Shiran nearly fell over backward. What was he thinking, trying to comfort Lu Zhanxing? He didn’t deserve it.
Having riled up Lu Shiran, Lu Zhanxing’s mood improved significantly. He jokingly remarked, "Look at how Li Hanzhou stole our most precious little sister. How about you steal his most cherished little sister in return? Tit for tat—fair play."
Lu Shiran instinctively glanced over at Li Miao, who was happily devouring food at the dessert table.
Her plate was stacked with several pieces of cake, she was holding another in her hand, her cheeks bulging as she ate, her eyes half-closed in utter bliss.
Lu Shiran’s mouth twitched, "If you want so badly, you do it—I refuse."
"That won’t work. I’m a public figure; I can’t date." Lu Zhanxing rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "Actually, you and Miss Li pair up quite well."
"..."
Lu Shiran looked horrified.
Lu Zhanxing almost laughed at his expression, "What’s with that face? Are you saying my vision’s bad? Isn’t she pretty?"
"Pretty is pretty," Lu Shiran muttered under his breath, "but she looks a bit silly."
Never mind that he wasn’t interested in dating.
Even if he were, Li Miao wasn’t his type.
So he said honestly, "My ideal type is someone intelligent and composed—someone as smart as I am. Hmm, kind of like Professor Han."
Lu Zhanxing replied casually, "People grow into their type..."
Hmm...
No, wait.
Why was he seriously arguing with Lu Shiran?
"You’re still young; focus on studying first." Lu Zhanxing patted Lu Shiran’s shoulder and strolled off.
Lu Shiran was indignant. He was already nineteen—how was he still "young"?
Did one need to be in a relationship to prove they were an adult?
With this thought, Lu Shiran instinctively glanced back at Li Miao.
Li Miao happened to look up at him at the same time. She paused for a moment before giving him a smile.
Lu Shiran’s heart skipped a beat, and he quickly averted his eyes.
Li Miao: ???
Did she look scary?
Lu Shiran patted his chest nervously, soon realizing...
Wait, why was he feeling guilty? He hadn’t done anything wrong.
Perhaps as some sort of proof he wasn’t guilty, Lu Shiran glared back at Li Miao.
How’s that!
Li Miao opened her mouth slightly in shock.
Was Lu Shiran threatening her?
Li Miao looked at the cake in her hands, then at the dessert table she’d nearly polished off.
She understood now.
Clearly, Lu Shiran liked sweets too, and was glaring at her because she was about to finish them off.
Ah, such a childish boy.
Li Miao shook her head lightly, then walked over and placed her dessert-filled plate into Lu Shiran’s hands, sighing, "If you want to eat, just eat. What’s there to be embarrassed about? Lu Brother, you really have such thin skin."
Liking sweets wasn’t something to be ashamed of!
Lu Shiran instinctively accepted the plate, his mind full of question marks: ???
What was this?
Tribute?
Lu Shiran took a bite of a piece of cake.
Ugh.
So sweet.
Despite this, he took another bite.
Lu Xian, noticing Lu Shiran eating cake, was a bit surprised: "Shiran, I thought you didn’t like desserts? Too sugary?"
Lu Shiran mumbled, "It’s okay, not too sweet..."
Lu Xian understood immediately, letting out an "Ah." It seemed his son didn’t truly dislike sweets; it was probably just about saving face.
Next time, he’d prepare some for him—secretly.
...
The engagement party went very smoothly, though the Lu Family remained unaware that certain unstable factors had already been handled by the Han brothers.
Qiao Yun ultimately didn’t stay with Li Hanzhou for long. Her family called to ask where she was, and only then did she realize it was already past midnight.
So, she left the villa with Li Hanzhou.
Before leaving, Qiao Yun took one last glance at the empty villa.
She needed to get started on the renovation plan quickly.
She couldn’t wait for the day their little home would be complete.
As she got into the car, her hand paused while reaching for the seatbelt.
Had she forgotten something?
Oh.
She remembered.
Pei Ya.
Knowing Pei Ya’s personality, he would definitely call her the moment he saw Li Hanzhou’s post online, wailing about it.
Why was there not a single word from him now?
