Hidden identities of the AI Heiress-Chapter 992: Big Commotion, Public Opinion Warfare, Tormenting Fu Yun
Pei Ya’s pupils suddenly widened, and before he could even shout "Careful!", Fu Yun was kicked flying. The speed was so fast Pei Ya didn’t even see clearly who did it—Fu Yun landed heavily on the floor, rolling a few times before her back slammed against the coffee table, stopping her.
She clutched her stomach, her face drained of color, groaning in pain.
Huo Yaozong was scared stiff, too afraid to even make a sound. He quietly stepped back a few paces, trying to diminish his presence.
Pei Ya’s mouth hung slightly open as he looked toward Li Hanzhou.
Li Hanzhou, unfazed, retracted his foot. Without even sparing a glance at the Fu Yun he’d just sent flying, he turned around and grabbed Qiao Yun’s hand, speaking tenderly: "Kid, are you hurt anywhere?"
Qiao Yun nonchalantly set down the lamp she’d been holding and planning to throw at Fu Yun. She shook her head. "I’m fine. Don’t worry about me."
Pei Ya watched, dumbstruck. These two—no wonder they ended up together; one was even more ruthlessly efficient than the other.
Despite the tense atmosphere, Pei Ya was forcibly fed a mouthful of "dog food." He couldn’t bear to look at the sticky-sweet pair beside him, so he turned his gaze to Fu Yun, still lying on the floor in pain.
Thinking back to how Fu Yun had attempted to stab Qiao Yun earlier, Pei Ya’s eyes grew dark. He bent down, picked up the knife that had fallen to the floor, and walked over to Fu Yun.
"If I killed you right now and threw you into the sea, do you think they’d ever find you?"
Cold sweat immediately streamed down Fu Yun’s face, her eyes full of terror as she looked at Pei Ya.
His eyes were icy and fierce as he played idly with the fruit knife in his hand, its sharp edge glinting ominously.
Even though the knife hadn’t yet pierced her flesh, Fu Yun was already feeling phantom pain. Clinging to a slim hope, she stammered, "You wouldn’t dare—this is murder. It’s against the law."
"Who says I wouldn’t dare?" Pei Ya held the knife near Fu Yun’s face, almost as if he were deliberating where to start.
Terror surged uncontrollably within Fu Yun, her heart nearly pounding out of her chest. Panicked, she shouted hysterically, "Are you insane? You’re willing to become a murderer for her? You’ve lost it, completely lost it!"
On the floor, the lofty elegance Fu Yun had always maintained was entirely shattered. She reached out in desperation, grabbing the hem of Pei Ya’s pants. "I was wrong! I know I was wrong. Please don’t kill me! I’m scared!"
"You’re scared? Ha..." Pei Ya laughed coldly. "Do you understand how scared I was, watching my parents slowly lose their lives right in front of me?"
Fu Yun could only murmur under her breath, "I don’t want to die. I’ve worked so hard to get to where I am today... I can’t die..."
Pei Ya gripped the knife handle tightly, saying nothing, his unyielding gaze fixed on the miserable Fu Yun.
Li Hanzhou crossed his arms and glanced down at Qiao Yun. "Are you not worried he might actually go through with it?"
Qiao Yun responded without hesitation, "He won’t."
"Oh?"
"The people I teach are all model citizens of socialism."
"..."
Li Hanzhou’s lips twitched slightly as he gently patted Qiao Yun on the head.
This small head of hers—what kind of thoughts were rattling around in it all day?
Pei Ya ultimately didn’t act on his threat. He found it rather uninteresting, and casually threw the fruit knife aside. Scoffing, he said, "Spilling blood over someone like you wouldn’t be worth it. You’ll pay for what you did back then—very soon."
Fu Yun’s eyes stared vacantly at Pei Ya. After a long while, she rasped out, "What... What do you plan to do?"
A cold, oppressive air surrounded Pei Ya. "Oh, I almost forgot—this entire yacht is under surveillance."
"What?" Fu Yun was baffled at his meaning.
A grin split Pei Ya’s face. "That means everything you’ve done has been recorded on video. Such an excellent drama; wouldn’t it be better to share it with the masses than enjoy it alone, don’t you agree?"
Fu Yun froze for a moment, her voice weak and trembling. "What do you mean? What are you planning to do?"
Pei Ya wore an expression that said, "Don’t bother thanking me," as he replied, "Of course—help make you famous."
Meanwhile, Qiao Yun had already taken out her phone and started browsing online.
...
Just moments ago, a hacker claiming to be a justice-seeker had released a video online, accusing Huo Lin’s parents from the Huo Group of being involved in a murder case over a decade ago—a case that implicated many members of the Huo Family.
The murdered victims were none other than Pei Ya’s father from Shengqiao Group and Fu Yao, the pioneering creator of today’s hot AI system.
This revelation caused an uproar across the internet.
The news broke during peak evening surfing hours, ensuring wide visibility.
Especially with the Tianqi Research Institute backing the heat around the story, it instantly exploded.
Everyone flocked to view the video.
In it, Fu Yun performed an extended solo monologue, spilling the truth about how she married into the Huo Family, coveted the AI system, and ultimately caused the deaths of her own sister’s family.
The earlier controversy surrounding the Huo Research Institute seizing the AI system hadn’t even died down yet, and now this video surfaced.
Almost no one doubted its authenticity.
After all, the Huo Research Institute did indeed take the AI system from Fu Yao’s hands, right?
These days, there’s never a shortage of justice-seekers, not to mention a horde of nosy onlookers eager for chaos.
The internet was now ablaze with curses and demands for police to thoroughly investigate both Fu Yun and the Huo Research Institute.
[Shocking my entire family—this wicked old hag is ruthless! That was her own sister. How could she bring herself to do it?]
[Ugh, so tragic. My poor boss. He deserves justice!]
[Honestly, I suspect the Huo Family hasn’t stopped at just this. Who knows how many dirty deeds they’ve done.]
[The investigation must be thorough. Otherwise, who knows how many more victims there are out there that they’ve harmed.]
[So despicable—people like this should be wiped out for the sake of humanity.]
Normally, the intricacies of high-society scandals would be quietly investigated behind closed doors.
But not Pei Ya—he insisted on making a big scene and letting the whole world bear witness.
Initially, Pei Ya hadn’t thought of all this; it was entirely Qiao Yun’s idea.
