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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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488 Chs

Chapter 58: Do You Still Blame Me?

Editor: Inschain

Li Miao began doing her homework, chatting as she wrote, "The curriculum at Shengyang progresses so quickly, and the teaching methods are kind of sadistic. If you're even slightly behind, you can't hope to pass without studying until three or four in the morning, especially since the teaching material compiled by the school itself is super difficult—learning it gives me a headache."

Qiao Yun paused, then pursed her lips and said, "It's quite simple. I think it's elementary school level."

"Then I must be at kindergarten level."

Li Miao complained quietly, "Whoever came up with this teaching material must be a super sadistic old geezer, looking to get a twisted sense of satisfaction by squeezing the students dry."

Qiao Yun looked at her with a complicated expression, "It's not an old geezer."

Li Miao indifferently nodded, "Alright then, it must be a wrinkly-faced obasan."

Qiao Yun: "..."

It's so hard to make friends.