Hidden identities of the AI Heiress

Chapter 259: Chapter 259: Does She Want to Blow Up the Lu Family?
 

“There’s an art exhibition and exchange meeting coming up. How about you join me?”

The old man thought Qiao Yun was interested in paintings, so he made the invitation.

Qiao Yun glanced at the old man’s graying hair, fully embodying respect for the elderly: “I can.”

Expecting a refusal, the old man was still quite pleased she had agreed.

The Lu Family elders, having good upbringing, didn’t look down on Qiao Yun when they heard she had been found in a remote area.

All they felt was sympathy. The eldest daughter of the Lu Family should have been pampered by her parents but had suffered for fifteen years.

The more the old lady looked at Qiao Yun, the more she felt sorry for her, not knowing how much hardship she endured in the countryside to become so well-behaved.

The old lady pushed a plate of snacks toward Qiao Yun, saying earnestly, “In your own home, it’s okay to be a little mischievous.”

Suddenly fed, Qiao Yun was quite puzzled and began nibbling on a snack bit by bit.

What does it mean to be mischievous?

She recalled a time when she accidentally blew up a lab during an experiment.

Back then, her grandfather had said indulgently yet helplessly, “Really mischievous.”

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So, when the old lady said to be mischievous, did she want her to blow up the Lu Family?

The Lu elders suddenly felt a chill up their spines: ? What’s wrong, did they catch a cold?

After pondering for a while, Qiao Yun decided to spare the old house. She was a good citizen and couldn’t break the law.

The old man drank some tea to warm up. Growing old made him prone to feeling chilly. Putting down his teacup, he asked Lu Rui.

“When do you plan to come back and help out at Lu Corp?”

“Dad, I still have my own company to manage, and besides, big brother is there.”

The old man waved his hand irritably, “I’m getting too old to manage you guys. In a few years, one of you will need to come back and help the family. There’s no discussion about this.”

When the old man was young, he was assertive and didn’t take no for an answer, but he had mellowed a lot in his old age.

Looking at the old man, Qiao Yun finally realized who Lu Jingzhi took after. This “I’m doing this for your own good” personality was exactly the same.

“Recently, I heard a rumor that MR.Q is back in Shangjing. He has been back for several months now.”

The old man was eager to associate with someone important, but unfortunately, he hadn’t seen even a hair.

“Does anyone know why he came back?”

Lu Rui hadn’t met him, but often heard people talk about him.

It is said that he’s a research maniac who dedicated his life to technology.

“I’m not sure yet, but I guess it’s a big project; otherwise, what would bring him out in person?”

Now, all the elites in Shangjing City are inquiring about MR.Q’s intentions, eager to get involved in whatever project he is undertaking.

Qiao Yun wondered, does figuring out how to be human count as a big project?

Lu Rui said, “I’ll make some inquiries.”

The old man advised, “If you can get in touch with him, that would be great, but even if you can’t, don’t offend him. It’s not him that’s scary, but the network behind him.”

“I wouldn’t dare offend him. He could crush me with one finger,” Lu Rui joked.

Qiao Yun tensed up, looking at her fingers.

Her nails were neatly manicured, thin and pale white.

She pursed her lips. She certainly couldn’t crush someone with a single finger.

Rumors hurt her.

After a while, Lu Ting came back.

“Tingting, are you feeling unwell?”

Su Mian was the first to notice something was off with Lu Ting’s complexion.

Had Tingting been distracted lately due to too much academic pressure?

No sooner had Lu Ting learned the real reason for Qiao Yun’s disappearance than she had seen Qiao Yun and couldn’t help but keep her eyes on her.

But her complexion looked so terrible, like she had been tormented. To the unaware, it might seem like Qiao Yun had bullied her.

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