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Hidden identities of the AI Heiress

Joven, an AI that transmigrated here from the stars became a daughter of a rich family, lost in a rural village but finally returning home for a certain purpose. Everyone thought that she would be unrefined and lack culture given her poor upbringing... until the eldest Lu brother realized that his youngest sister was the one who casually agreed to the contract he just signed. Second Lu Brother: What? My younger sister invested in the movie I was leading? Mama Lu: The unlabeled products my daughter gave me are from a state-of-art research center? Papa Lu: The cheap stuff my daughter gave me is actually worth millions?! Big shots of various industries: Would you like to be an instructor? The type who earns over hundreds of millions? A certain conglomerate: Had enough fun yet? Now get back here and inherit your billion-dollar estate. Scumbags: Weren't we promised a pathetic wimp to bully? *** The day Li Hanzhou learned that Qiao Wen equaled him in net worth, he made inventory and put everything before her. "You can have all of these—plus one husband! Please sign here." Qiao Wen: "You're the one who insisted on no puppy-love. It's important to keep your promises." Mr. Li: #Urgent! How do I go back in time to slap my past self? I'll make it up to you with all the tenderness in the world.

Chord Knows Elegance · Urban
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458 Chs

Chapter 216: Xie Ying: Your Sister is So Weird

"Qiaoqiao, you've had it tough. Just come to my house. Grandma has always treated you like her own child."

"Old hag! Why should I go to your house? If anything, you should come to mine!"

"Pah! Old coot, what's wrong with coming to my house? All I have are grandsons, no granddaughters yet."

"Shameless, you have Qiaoqiao calling you grandpa and grandma, and you really think you are one. I'm different, I treat Qiaoqiao like an ancestor."

"Enough, there's nothing to argue about. Coming to my house is best; we even have a private lab."

In front of a group of elderly people whose ages summed to over a thousand years, Qiao Yun softly rebutted, "Thank you, but I haven't been mistreated, and it's quite nice at the Lu Family."

"Come to my house…"

"Scram, come to my house…"

"You want to fight, huh!"

An eighty-year-old professor thumped his cane on the ground.

"Let's fight then, whoever wins gets to take Qiaoqiao home."

Qiao Yun: "..."