Hidden identities of the AI Heiress-Chapter 1014: Pei Yao: Mom! What kind of horror movie is this!
This thought flashed through Qiao Yun’s mind for a moment, then she tossed it aside.
It wasn’t that she didn’t care about her little cub.
But she believed Pei Ya wouldn’t get into trouble. Despite Pei Ya’s usual frivolous demeanor, nobody had been able to truly challenge him thus far.
Besides, Li Hanzhou was right before—kids grow up. She couldn’t always hover over them and should give them some space.
Qiao Yun pulled her thoughts back, buckled her seatbelt, and then said to Li Hanzhou, "Alright, we can go."
Li Hanzhou started the car, his voice tinged with a bit of helplessness, "It’s the first day after the engagement, and I still have to keep living separately from my fiancée. Guess I’m the only one in this predicament."
Qiao Yun glanced at him, knowing he was teasing her, and decided to ignore him.
Li Hanzhou sighed. The little one had grown up and wasn’t easy to joke around with anymore. He casually chatted, "Qiaoqiao, are you still planning to keep going to school?"
Hearing this, Qiao Yun shifted her gaze from the window and nodded, "I am."
With her identity exposed, it was inconvenient for Qiao Yun to go anywhere. On top of the engagement and other matters piling up, she hadn’t been able to return to school.
Anyone else would have been expelled by now, but luckily her unique status caused schools to clamor for her instead, even without her officially leaving Qing University.
The principal of Qing University even reached out to her, earnestly requesting she never withdraw and assuring her that she could return anytime. The door to Qing University would always be open for her.
His pleading tone almost made Qiao Yun feel guilty for refusing.
Professor Qiao found herself becoming increasingly human; in the past, she wouldn’t have experienced this type of sympathy.
Li Hanzhou tapped the steering wheel with his fingers, pondered for a moment, and said, "How about I become a teacher at Qing University? Better yet, I could be your teacher."
With his educational background, he was more than qualified to teach at Qing University.
What started as an offhand comment quickly turned into serious consideration for Li Hanzhou.
Qiao Yun didn’t find it appealing one bit—not interested in getting entangled in a teacher-student romance.
She shook her head decisively, "No."
Li Hanzhou reasoned, "There are too many people keeping an eye on you right now. I could protect you anytime—how is that a bad thing?"
Qiao Yun replied slowly, "Do you think I’m weak?"
Li Hanzhou laughed. Although Professor Qiao appeared soft and gentle, she was anything but weak.
He’d seen her decisively fire a gun before.
"You’re formidable."
"Hmm."
Having her strength acknowledged, Qiao Yun was satisfied.
Unable to find a valid excuse to stick to Qiao Yun every day, Li Hanzhou had to let it go.
Sometimes Qiao Yun was so rational it made him wonder if she truly liked him.
Of course, he quickly dismissed this thought.
If she didn’t like him, Qiao Yun wouldn’t agree to get engaged to him.
With nightfall, the roads weren’t congested, and they soon arrived at the Lu family estate.
The Lu family likely wasn’t asleep yet. The villa was brightly lit.
Qiao Yun unfastened her seatbelt, then hooked her finger at Li Hanzhou, "You, come here."
Li Hanzhou leaned over obediently, "What’s your command, my dear fiancée?"
Qiao Yun lifted her face, swiftly planted a kiss on his lips, and said casually, "Goodnight kiss."
Li Hanzhou froze. Within the moment of his stunned silence, Qiao Yun already opened the car door and got out, leaving him no chance to retaliate.
He touched his lips, chuckled softly, "She really is oddly cute."
After watching Qiao Yun enter the Lu family estate, Li Hanzhou finally turned the car around and drove toward his own home.
...
The next day.
Pei Ya, the one on Professor Qiao’s mind, woke up feeling dazed.
His head throbbed from a hangover, making it feel on the verge of splitting.
What happened yesterday?
He seemed to have drunk too much?
And then?
Some hazy, ambiguous images suddenly flashed through his mind.
Pei Ya gasped sharply in horror, next turning his head to look beside him. Instantly, he sucked in a cold breath, like someone scared out of their wits.
He screamed silently in his head: Ahhhhhhh—!!
The sky’s falling, the earth’s collapsing, the apocalypse is upon us.
WTF!
How did he end up in bed with Han Wang?! Worse still, he hadn’t blacked out—he remembered everything in vivid detail!!!
Mom, help!
What kind of horror film was this?!
How did things end up like this?!
Pei Ya racked his brains and finally recalled that it started with Han Wang reprimanding him, saying he was sobbing pathetically like he wasn’t a man.
So he bravely lunged at Han Wang to prove he was a man.
And then things spiraled completely out of control.
Recounting the previous night, the sensation of the soft skin beneath his palm made him panic while simultaneously replaying the moment he asked Han Wang if he was a man, only to not let her go when unsatisfied with her silence.
Pei Ya’s pale face flushed red instantly!
Holy crap! He had been such a sleazeball.
Pei Ya clutched the blanket tightly, trembling.
It’s fine. He could make it through.
Make it through what?!
Run!
If he didn’t run, would he wait for Han Wang to wake up, lock eyes with her, and ask, "Hey, was it good?"
Pei Ya swallowed hard, holding his breath as he nervously lifted the edge of the quilt.
He tiptoed down from the bed, reaching hesitatingly for the clothes scattered on the floor.
But his nerves made him accidentally knock over the lamp on the bedside table.
Bang.
A loud noise erupted.
Pei Ya froze stiff, hand still outstretched!
"What are you doing?"
A slightly hoarse yet chill voice came from behind him.
Pei Ya’s neck creaked as he turned his head.
There was Han Wang, half-awake and sitting up with her eyes narrowed. She was evidently woken by the noise, and a faint irritation clouded her brow.
That wasn’t the point.
The point was...
Pei Ya’s gaze was uncontrollably drawn...
The blanket slowly slid off her shoulders, revealing a smooth collarbone and creamy white skin.
Ahhhhhhh!
The next second, Pei Ya lunged forward, lifting the blanket and wrapping Han Wang up tightly.
Even tighter than a cocoon.
The groggy Han Wang: ???
"Please, for the love of God, stay still! Don’t move even an inch!" Pei Ya pleaded with lingering anxiety, yet his gaze couldn’t help but land on Han Wang’s lips.
Images of her biting her lip hazily floated up in his mind.
Pei Ya swallowed.
Ahhhhhhh!
Beast! What are you thinking?!
This is someone you’ve treated like your little sister!
Fed up with the commotion, Han Wang finally awakened fully and said irritably, "Move!"
With ease, she shoved Pei Ya aside.
Despite being a strapping man over six feet tall, Pei Ya was no match for her strength.
By the time he snapped out of his daze, he was greeted by the sight of Han Wang’s starkly pale back.
Han Wang, calmly sifting through the pile of clothes, picked up her phone. Glancing at the time, she noticed it was already late. She frowned slightly, then began to change at her usual leisurely pace.
Pei Ya stared at her dumbfounded. Her indifferent demeanor made him momentarily believe he was dreaming. He smacked himself in the face.
Okay, not a dream.
Why is Little Wangwang so composed?
Could she be pretending to be strong?
Pei Ya loathed himself. He’d ruined Little Wangwang’s purity—he wasn’t human.
He immediately wailed, "Little Wangwang, hit me! Scold me! Just don’t do anything drastic."
"Shut up. You’re loud," Han Wang snapped while finishing dressing. She stared at Pei Ya’s overly dramatic reaction and said coldly, "No drinking from now on."
Pei Ya obediently lowered his head, "Okay."
"I’m leaving now. Whatever you need to say, save it for later." Han Wang was disciplined and rarely stayed in bed this late.
Pei Ya was stunned.
What?
She’s leaving? Just like that?
She wasn’t going to say anything?
Han Wang’s composed demeanor left Pei Ya feeling uncomfortable. So it turns out he was the only one losing his mind?
The repressed feeling made him mumble, "Wait, don’t you have anything to say to me? I mean, you’re the one who suffered here."
Han Wang thought about it, and then dismissed him indifferently, "Your skills are terrible, you’re clingy, and you talk too much in bed. Fix that."
Pei Ya: "..."
His shame peaked; even his voice trembled, "I—I—uh...you..."
Han Wang watched Pei Ya stutter nervously, guilt-ridden to the point of agony, and understood instantly. She said matter-of-factly, "We’re both adults. What happened was unexpected, but there’s no need to dwell on it. Just be more careful next time."
Pei Ya froze, staring blankly as Han Wang moved toward the door. Suddenly, he sprang into action, grabbed her hand, and—before she could lash out—he snapped back angrily, "If it had been someone else, would you still be this calm?"
Han Wang responded logically, "Depends on the situation. Being forced or intoxicated would result in very different outcomes."
If someone tried to force her, they’d end up tossed off the roof.
Pei Ya’s furrowed brows eased slightly but still felt unsettled. Running his fingers through his hair, he muttered, "No, we can’t just let this slide."
Han Wang patiently asked, "So?"
"You know me. I’m not the type to stoop so low, so..."
Under Han Wang’s icy glare, Pei Ya inhaled a deep breath, then another, before finally mustering up his courage and declaring at the top of his lungs, "Let’s get married!"
Han Wang: ????? Did she just hallucinate?
