Hidden identities of the AI Heiress-Chapter 1016: Does This Count as Deception?
Pei Ya, having figured things out, declared boldly, "I will definitely make her agree."
Pei Ya’s resolute stance of wanting to marry Han Wang finally piqued Qiao Yun’s curiosity. "Why did you suddenly want to marry Han Wang?"
"Uh..." Pei Ya stumbled, hesitated, stammered, unable to articulate the fact that it was simply because he had slept with her, and as a man, he felt responsible.
In the end, he compromised and said, "You see... well, seeing as you’re engaged now, I also want to settle down. After all, I’m not young anymore. In two or three years, I’ll be thirty. I’m usually too busy to meet other women, and Little Wangwang and I grew up together. It’s better to keep it within the family, right? She knows me, I know her—we’re a good match. Yep, that’s it."
That explanation was reasonable enough, and anyone else would have probably believed him. But for someone as familiar with Pei Ya as Qiao Yun, it wasn’t so convincing.
At least until yesterday, she hadn’t seen any sign that Pei Ya wanted to settle down.
And suddenly today, his mindset changed.
It could only mean something happened between Pei Ya and Han Wang yesterday.
Once Qiao Yun figured this out, she neither exposed him nor interrogated him, instead replying simply, "Got it."
Pei Ya let out a sigh of relief.
It wasn’t that he intentionally wanted to hide the truth from Professor Qiao; it was just such a difficult thing to say out loud.
...
After concluding her call with Pei Ya, Qiao Yun’s phone suddenly popped up with a message.
[Q, congratulations on your engagement.]
It was sent by Simon.
Qiao Yun replied, [Thank you.]
[Now that you’re engaged, shouldn’t you and your dear fiancé go on a celebratory trip? It’s a good chance to escape your country’s media. I think Europe would be perfect for some sightseeing. How about it—care to consider?]
Qiao Yun raised an eyebrow. [What’s your real purpose?]
[...]
[Alright, fine, you got me. The vice president wants to invite you over for a visit.]
Qiao Yun thought about it for a moment and decided to accept the invitation.
She had refused to move in with Li Hanzhou, so she figured this trip might compensate him. He’d probably be happy about it, and her online buzz would decrease accordingly.
Professor Qiao pursed her lips—what an attentive fiancée she was, genuinely concerned about her fiancé’s emotional well-being...
...
Volkov, having eagerly awaited Simon’s update, almost burst into tears upon hearing that Qiao Yun had agreed.
"God, after so long, the Technology Association is finally going to welcome the president’s visit."
Simon felt a little guilty. "Does this count as deceiving Q?"
"Deceiving? NONO, not at all. I really do want to invite the president over for some leisure. If she has time, she could give some guidance to our members. Of course, if she’s willing to participate in this competition, I’d be even happier."
Simon rolled his eyes.
Sure, as if it’s not just about wanting Q to represent the Technology Association in the competition. No need to sugarcoat it.
...
Meanwhile, after finishing the call with Qiao Yun, Pei Ya looked into his rear-view mirror and touched his face.
See? This face is still pretty handsome.
He wondered if the "handsome guy tactic" would work?
But Han Wang wasn’t the type of person to be shallow.
Having never been in a relationship, Pei Ya hit an unprecedented roadblock when it came to matters of marriage, and he finally decided to start off by sending some flowers.
At least let Han Wang know about his Undying Heart.
Feeling confident, he opened his phone and contacted his assistant.
"Order 99... no, 999... scratch that, make it 9,999 roses..."
...
And so.
When Han Wang got the phone call saying she had a delivery, and saw that said delivery turned out to be an entire truckload of roses: "..."
Her hands started itching.
The Han brothers stood there, mouths agape, expressing their astonishment.
"What’s this? Somebody actually sent Big Sis flowers? Does this person have a death wish?"
"Must be trying to die—otherwise, why bother provoking Big Sis like this? Is this an indirect form of suicide?"
"Unbelievable, incomprehensible, shocking for the entire family. I never thought I’d live to see someone send Big Sis flowers. What is going on with this world?"
Han Wang: "..."
Han Wang’s face grew colder and colder—at this point, she was ready to "recreate" these brothers from scratch.
Right then, Pei Ya dared to pile on, holding his phone to his ear and grinning obnoxiously.
"Little Wangwang, did you get the flowers?" Pei Ya’s tone on the phone was extremely smug.
Han Wang frowned. "What are you doing?"
"Sending you flowers, of course. I’ve figured it out—if you don’t agree now, that’s okay. I’ll keep trying, and maybe you’ll agree someday."
Han Wang replied coldly, "Oh, then you don’t need to bother trying anymore."
This was the first time Han Wang realized just how old-fashioned Pei Ya was—sleeping together once and suddenly deciding "you’re the one."
"It’s fine, I’ll just try harder next time."
Pei Ya finished his sentence and immediately chickened out, hurriedly hanging up the phone.
Han Wang: "..."
She didn’t even know whether to be angry or laugh.
Shaking her head, she decided to stop dwelling on nonsense. After all, once Pei Ya had caused enough chaos, he’d eventually quiet down.
Han Wang didn’t take Pei Ya’s talk of marriage seriously.
It was just that they were so familiar with each other, and having experienced such an unexpected incident, he felt guilty and that’s why he had these thoughts.
Han Wang understood Pei Ya too well—she didn’t even need to try to figure him out.
She was just about to put her phone down when it buzzed again with a message from an overseas number.
Reading the message, Han Wang’s expression turned darker.
