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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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Chapter 292 From Tianqi Research Institute

In the end, Grandpa didn't manage to trick the painting out of Lu Rui's hands.

Because Lu Rui rightly declared that, fake or not, it was the first gift his daughter had given him, and of course, he would treasure it.

Grandpa fumed, "Unfilial son!"

Before Qiao Yun left, Grandpa gave her a pile of gifts, including exquisite pastries, top-grade Dahongpao tea, and one of his favored paintings.

Watching this, Lu Shiran was puzzled and asked, "Grandpa, did you take the wrong one? Don't you really like this painting?"

"I see Qiaoqiao likes paintings, what's wrong with giving her one! It's my painting, can't I decide?" Grandpa reproached with a tone that wasn't very pleasant.

"Alright, alright, I didn't say anything. Do you need to snap at me?" Lu Shiran muttered, "No longer loved, I'm no longer Grandpa's favorite little grandson."

Qiao Yun looked from one to the other and handed the pastries and Dahongpao to Lu Shiran, "Here, for you."