Hidden identities of the AI Heiress

She pondered for a moment, then made a tentative offer, “Three hundred?”

Li Hanzhou laughed in disbelief, “Am I only worth three hundred?”

Qiao Yun turned her head, “Too little? Then forget it, you can leave; I’ll call someone else.”

How many ladies from prestigious families wished to climb into his bed, and here he was, offering himself, and all she offered was three hundred yuan?

Li Hanzhou found it hard to smile, “Call someone else? Are you that short on men?”

Qiao Yun lifted her delicate eyelids, speaking concisely, “Short, need exercise, alone, will tire, don’t want to, so yes, short.”

“Three hundred is a lot.”

Qiao Yun’s hair was slightly naturally curly, her face small; a few strands of curly hair rested on her long eyelashes, her lips red and teeth white, both delicate and pretty.

Li Hanzhou inappropriately thought for a moment, so pretty and proactive, probably no man could resist.

Now that she had chosen him, her taste was not too bad.

“Three hundred, okay.”

Li Hanzhou smiled lazily, his smile tempting, with a touch of mischief.

Qiao Yun’s gaze fell on his suit, “Take off your clothes, otherwise they’ll get dirty.”

Li Hanzhou paused, his slender fingers methodically unbuttoning, exuding an indescribable nobility.

“Not go to the room?”

Qiao Yun glanced at him, “Why go to a room?”

Li Hanzhou licked his lips, smiling yet not smiling, “Small in size, but not in courage, quite bold.”

Unaware of what he was talking about, Qiao Yun walked toward the bathroom.

Li Hanzhou squinted his eyes, the location so casual, the person so keen on cleanliness, yet he wouldn’t really do anything to her, washing up would be pointless.

He took off his jacket and casually threw it on the sofa, his fingertips pausing on his shirt buttons.

He hadn’t yet decided whether to bare his upper body and give her a scare.

Qiao Yun’s voice came from behind him.

“Take this.”

Li Hanzhou turned around.

Qiao Yun looked at him.

She extended the broom she held in her hand toward him, her dark eyes watching him.

“Start your sweat exercise.”

Li Hanzhou: “…”

“…!?”

The air fell into a peculiar silence, tinged with a trace of awkwardness.

After a moment of silence, Li Hanzhou squeezed out two words from his thin lips with difficulty, “What?”

Qiao Yun, puzzled, “What’s wrong? It’s already two in the afternoon, finish early, eat dinner early, I’ve already ordered the food, don’t worry, it’s all taken care of.”

Li Hanzhou looked at his freshly removed suit and then at the broom with a look that could be called the drama of the year.

He realized the truth.

Exercise = Cleaning the room.

Three hundred yuan = Pay.

Take off the clothes = To avoid getting dirty from dust.

Li Hanzhou finally understood what Shen Qi meant by feeling so embarrassed he wanted to crawl into his toes.

He asked, “Are you playing me?”

Qiao Yun looked puzzled, “You agreed to exercise with me.”

“…”

So he had been played by Qiao Yun without even her knowing it??

Li Hanzhou held his forehead, chuckling softly, “You really are…”

Quite amusing.

Quite entertaining.

Qiao Yun watched his convulsive laughter with cold eyes, ignoring him, and began wiping the table on her own.

It had been half a year since she was last here, and there was a lot of dust.

She needed to finish before it got dark, to return to the Lu Family not because they would worry, but because she didn’t want to be bombarded with questions.

Qiao Yun still wasn’t quite used to their concern.

Seeing how Qiao Yun had amused him, Li Hanzhou decided to set aside his dignity for now and help her clean the room.

Qiao Yun gave him a disdainful look as he swept the floor, feeling she was a step closer to making a friend.

Her thoughts drifted back to a long time ago.

‘You think a mere robot can become a high-class human? Laughable!’

Qiao Yun suddenly snapped back to reality, her gaze becoming extremely intense as if seeing numerous errors before her eyes.

Why can’t I be human!

I can be.