Hidden identities of the AI Heiress-Chapter 1015: Professor Han, Aggressive Counterattack
Pei Ya shouted out this sentence in a moment of desperation, but once the words escaped his mouth, he realized it wasn’t a bad idea at all.
His moral code forbade him from doing something without taking responsibility afterward.
Han Wang remained silent for a long time, then lifted his hand and touched Pei Ya’s forehead, muttering, "No fever... So you must be crazy?"
"I’m not sick, and I’m definitely not crazy." Pei Ya defended himself.
Han Wang lowered his hand, his expression neutral as he asked, "Not sick, not crazy, then why are you spouting nonsense?"
Pei Ya declared boldly, "You’re already my woman. I have to take responsibility for you."
Han Wang replied decisively, "It was just a one-night stand. No need for responsibility."
Pei Ya felt like his heart was taking a thousand hits. How had the situation turned into him being the victim here?
Excuse me! Woman across from me, can you not be so indifferent?!
The more he thought about it, the more suffocated he felt, but his stance remained steadfast: "I don’t care. I want to marry you."
Han Wang: "..."
A vein on Han Wang’s forehead nearly popped. She wanted to punch Pei Ya.
"Since I’m already your man, you have to take responsibility." Pei Ya flipped the narrative, "You slept with me, my innocence is gone. Professor Qiao taught us that no matter what we do, no matter the outcome, whether good or bad, we have to take responsibility for it."
Han Wang’s mouth twitched in disbelief. It was her first time encountering someone so eager to get married.
Is this some kind of self-inflicted torture?
She asked, "You like me?"
Pei Ya answered without hesitation, "I like you."
Han Wang: "Heh."
Pei Ya shifted gears, "Of course I like you, but right now it’s more like the kind of affection I’d have for a little sister. Things happened so suddenly—you can’t expect me to immediately transform it into another type of liking. That would be forcing the issue. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to love you soon enough. We can cultivate feelings after marriage."
Han Wang narrowed her eyes, staring at Pei Ya, who looked like he was ready to die valiantly. Suddenly, she leaned in close.
Pei Ya wasn’t prepared and was so startled he nearly rolled off the bed.
His heart raced as he stammered, "W-what are you doing?"
Han Wang sneered. "You’re afraid of me."
Pei Ya hugged a pillow tightly, "You’re mistaken."
Han Wang’s sneer deepened. "You’re so scared of me, yet you still want to cultivate feelings? Do you think you’re capable?"
Pei Ya wanted to say he was capable, but under Han Wang’s sharp gaze, he forcefully swallowed the words.
"I mean... probably capable, somewhat..."
Han Wang snorted. She wanted to shut down Pei Ya’s marriage idea, so she casually replied, "I have no plans to get married, and you’re not the right person for me to marry."
Pei Ya protested, "Why am I not suitable? I’m a promising young man with admirers stretching from the east side of the city to the west!"
"Oh, then go marry someone from the east or west side," Han Wang dismissed him. Ever since Professor Qiao semi-retired, she’d been too busy to deal with nonsense.
Pei Ya was inexplicably frustrated and aggrieved by Han Wang’s calm, composed demeanor.
When he saw she was ready to coldly abandon him and leave, he didn’t know where the sudden burst of courage came from. He grabbed her shoulders fiercely, and before she could react, he lowered his head and kissed her aggressively.
Han Wang’s eyes instinctively widened in shock.
She was completely taken aback by Pei Ya’s audacity.
The kiss was rushed, filled with impulsiveness and caution.
Initially, Pei Ya wanted to prove he wasn’t afraid of her. But once their lips touched, his entire body felt electrified—tingling and his heart pounding uncontrollably.
Even though they had kissed yesterday, the sensation barely left an impression on him. He hardly remembered what kissing felt like.
Originally, he intended for it to be a quick touch-and-go.
But perhaps startled, Han Wang’s lips parted slightly, and Pei Ya instinctively took the opening.
The sensation was so incredible that he suddenly didn’t want to let go.
Realizing the man was getting carried away, Han Wang squinted her eyes and reached up to grab the hair at the back of his head, decisively taking control and pushing back.
Pei Ya: Mmph mmph mmph...
When Han Wang finally let go, Pei Ya jumped up as if he’d been shocked, looking completely alarmed.
"W-why... how could you..."
Clearly he was the one who initiated the kiss, so how did the situation end with Han Wang dominating him?
Han Wang: "..."
Pei Ya’s fearful expression didn’t make her angry. Instead, it amused her—infuriatingly so.
"Calm down yourself. Think it through before talking to me again."
Her eyes flicked downward.
Only then did Pei Ya realize something very serious.
Oh crap!
He was still stark naked.
Oh crap!
He just proposed marriage while stark naked?!
Pei Ya instantly dove under the blanket, covering himself completely.
Do not disturb. Resting in peace.
Only after Han Wang left the room did he sit up, ruffling his bedhead into a mess.
Sigh.
How did things end up like this?
If it were anyone else today, he would never have said something as absurd as proposing marriage.
But Han Wang was different.
Just thinking about Han Wang, the woman who had tumbled in bed with him last night, possibly marrying some other man in the future—it rubbed him the wrong way.
Better to keep her close. There’s no need to let outsiders benefit. The feelings could always be cultivated later.
Pei Ya’s face revealed deep contemplation. To his surprise, he had developed a possessive streak—a sibling complex, if you will. Luckily, this ’sister’ wasn’t his biological sibling, so marriage wasn’t an issue.
Clearly though, Han Wang didn’t see last night’s incident as significant. He had to think this through carefully.
Pei Ya massaged his forehead, feeling a headache coming on.
After dressing and going outside, he noticed the mansion was quiet—probably because he’d woken up early. While many people had stayed over at the manor after yesterday’s party, there was hardly anyone around now.
"Yaya."
A sneaky voice called from behind.
Pei Ya turned to see Han Si’s head poking out from behind the corner, grinning slyly, "Why are you leaving Big Sis’s room?"
Pei Ya was instantly annoyed: "You should be asking why you didn’t stop me and Han Wang last night!"
Han Si shrugged, "One moment, you two were gone. Not our fault. Troubles?"
Pei Ya thought, not just trouble—big trouble.
Of course, he didn’t tell Han Si. Instead, he asked, "What do you want?"
"Actually, it’s about yesterday’s group of people," Han Si explained. "There were six separate factions. They weren’t working together; each was hired by someone. No clues yet on who’s behind it. Zhou You is looking into it."
Whoever dared target Professor Qiao wouldn’t leave traces easily.
Pei Ya nodded, indicating he understood.
Han Si continued, "But there’s something strange—one of the factions seemed very familiar with the manor’s layout."
Pei Ya frowned, suspecting an inside job.
In that case, the issue would lie with the Li Family.
Pei Ya felt pretty sure about this. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖
For now, he set the matter aside and asked, "Where’s your Big Sis?"
Han Si replied, "She’s gone."
Pei Ya: "..."
Seriously, why was he so irritated?
He rubbed his lower back with a grimace.
"Your back hurts?"
"Tsk-tsk, just from drinking? What a lightweight! I just saw Big Sis looking as vigorous as ever without a scratch."
Pei Ya: "..."
Starting tomorrow—no, starting today—he was going to hit the gym hard.
...
When Pei Ya finally left the manor, his steaming annoyance cooled down. He called Qiao Yun to report what had happened yesterday.
Qiao Yun didn’t react much. If the Li Family really had a problem, she wouldn’t need to intervene—Li Hanzhou would handle it.
Seeing how much trust Qiao Yun placed in Li Hanzhou, Pei Ya felt a pang of jealousy and couldn’t help wondering—was being in love really that great?
His thoughts drifted to Han Wang.
On this topic, he suddenly asked, "Boss, why did you accept Li Hanzhou back then?"
It was something he’d always struggled to understand.
Qiao Yun thought for a moment before honestly answering, "I just felt he was an important person to me, so I decided to accept him first."
When she accepted Li Hanzhou, Qiao Yun was still clueless about romance—it was only through their subsequent relationship that her feelings evolved.
Pei Ya seemed to reach an epiphany, murmuring, "She’s also an important person to me, so marrying her first makes sense. No problem."
Qiao Yun: ???
Isn’t this logic a little off?
But who was Pei Ya’s "important person"?
Pei Ya’s tone grew more serious as he told Qiao Yun, "Boss, I need to inform you of something."
"What is it?" Qiao Yun asked curiously. She rarely saw Pei Ya so solemn.
Pei Ya took a deep breath and said word by word, "I plan to marry Han Wang."
Qiao Yun: "...?"
"Do you approve?"
Qiao Yun was puzzled, "You want to marry Han Wang, why do you need my approval?"
Though surprised, she couldn’t help but wonder how the world had shifted drastically over such a brief encounter.
Pei Ya explained, "It’s just that I’m used to seeking your consent before doing anything."
Qiao Yun clarified, "It’s your personal matter; I won’t intervene. But the prerequisite is that she’s willing to marry you."
Pei Ya’s face turned exceedingly serious.
This might be a challenging task, but he wasn’t going to give up.
Having made up his mind, he was determined to see it through.
—Mini Drama—
On their wedding night.
Han Wang: Lie down.
Pei Ya: Why?
Han Wang: Your back is no good; I’ll take the lead.
Pei Ya: o(╥﹏╥)o
