Hidden identities of the AI Heiress
Chapter 736 - Chapter 736 Chapter 736 Pei Yao Reports The Person Has Been

Chapter 736: Chapter 736: Pei Yao Reports, The Person Has Been Released Chapter 736: Chapter 736: Pei Yao Reports, The Person Has Been Released Qiao Yun had originally planned to go straight home, but seeing Lu Shiran’s beaming face and not knowing what he was thinking, she decided to follow him to look at the old mansion.

Lu Shiran was very pleased.

He could play with his sister again and had to make a video to infuriate Lu Zhanxing.

As soon as she returned to the old mansion, Qiao Yun’s phone rang. She picked it up and saw that it was a call from Pei Ya.

Qiao Yun didn’t rush to answer; she waited until she had walked to a secluded spot before she pressed the answer button.

After picking up, Qiao Yun didn’t speak, waiting for the other party to talk.

“Boss, I have something to report.”

Qiao Yun dropped a single word, “Speak.”

“Qin Yue has been released,” Pei Ya said referring to Mrs. Qin.

Qiao Yun uttered an “Oh,” not surprised and indifferently asked, “Is that all?”

“…” Pei Ya hesitated over the phone, “Isn’t this a big deal?”

“Is it a big deal?”

Qiao Yun was genuinely puzzled.

Was this trivial matter also something she needed to be consulted on? What was Pei Ya even for?

“…” Pei Ya was at a loss for words and went on to explain on his own, “True, she wasn’t the mastermind nor did she personally take action. At most, it amounts to failure to report a crime. More strangely…”

Qiao Yun raised an eyebrow, “Hmm?”

Pei Ya deliberately lowered his voice, speaking ominously, “Qin Yuan himself confessed that all matters were unrelated to Qin Yue, claiming he threatened her with death if she disclosed his deeds. Now, Qin Yue has transformed from an accomplice into a victim.”

However, the incident where Qin Yuan intended to inject Lu Shiran with drugs, Mrs. Qin indeed did not assist. Even when Qin Yuan suddenly decided to betray Mr. Qin, she only found out at the last moment.

Moreover, it was probably someone from the Qin Family pulling strings, coupled with Qin Yuan’s testimony, the police didn’t have enough evidence and could only release Mrs. Qin for now.

Qiao Yun frowned, puzzled, “Qin Yuan said that?”

“Yes, weird, isn’t it? Would Qin Yuan be that benevolent, or should I say, even possess a conscience?”

Qiao Yun also found it strange.

“Qin Yuan previously seemed eager to shift all blame onto Qin Yue, and now he’s playing a drama of motherly kindness and filial piety? Has he developed a split personality?” Pei Ya was quite shocked, failing to understand Qin Yuan at all.

Qiao Yun recalled Mrs. Qin chose to assume the blame for Qin Yuan’s cruel actions towards her, a decision so resolute that even Qiao Yun was momentarily touched.

She analyzed, “Perhaps, his conscience got to him.”

But Pei Ya scoffed, “Impossible, I know him too well; Qin Yuan has the blood of the Qin family and that other family. There’s a saying that ‘like father, like son,’ a devil cannot suddenly become an angel unless the devil has an agenda.”

Pei Ya believed that Qin Yuan’s sudden change in attitude might be aimed at using Mrs. Qin for something, though he had yet to figure it out.

Qiao Yun thought for a moment and then directed, “Keep an eye on her.”

“No problem, mission guaranteed!”

Pei Ya and Qiao Yun were on the same page.

Although Mrs. Qin appeared defenseless and never posed a threat, always relying on her father and son.

But some people, when pushed to the brink, are capable of anything.

Pei Ya had seen plenty of such cases; he wouldn’t be surprised if Mrs. Qin turned out to be one of them.

“By the way, I called you today because there’s another matter,” Pei Ya mentioned his actual reason for the call.

“What is it?”

“The college entrance exam is in thirty days, and the school would like you to record a video to motivate this year’s exam candidates.”

Originally, the board of directors at Shengyang High School wanted to organize a grand lecture for Qiao Yun, but Pei Ya mercilessly rejected the idea.

Joking aside, can you really meet Professor Qiao face-to-face? Showing up would probably cause a global sensation.

#Shock! The principal of Shengyang High School is actually a little girl#

Finally unable to bear the nagging, Pei Ya reluctantly agreed to have Professor Qiao record a video without showing her face to encourage the students.

However, he could not guarantee that Professor Qiao would agree.

In the past, Qiao Yun would not agree to such requests because she found them bothersome.

This time, for some reason, she actually agreed, “Okay.”

“What? Really? Boss, you actually agreed?” Pei Ya was shocked, “Don’t you hate being bothered the most?”

Qiao Yun was currently experiencing high school life, and during this period, she saw how challenging it was for the nation’s future talents and felt encouraging them was not a big deal.

But was encouragement alone not enough to uplift their spirits?

Qiao Yun thought for a moment, “I want to give them gifts to make them happy during the college entrance exams and to work hard to achieve good results.”

“What do you want to give?”

What do college entrance exam students care about the most?

It’s their scores…

Qiao Yun’s eyes lit up, “Then let’s give them ‘If This Doesn’t Kill You, I Call It Witchcraft’–ten sets of essential practice tests for the college entrance exams.”

Pei Ya: You’re not hoping to get cursed, are you?

Those practice tests from the ‘I Call It Witchcraft’ series were developed by those insidious researchers at the Tianqi Research Institute.

Their main goal was to torment contemporary high school students and derive pleasure from it.

Fearing for Professor Qiao’s safety from potential dream assaults, Pei Ya earnestly said, “Isn’t this too much? There’s only one month left, we should let the students rest. Besides, one set of these tests is challenging enough, and you want to give out ten sets?”

Qiao Yun nodded, “That makes sense.”

“Right?”

“Then three sets it is.”

Pei Ya thought to himself, three sets were still horrifying.

Pei Ya wanted to continue persuading her.

Professor Qiao remarked that the nanny, Pei, was being disobedient and deserved to be punished by copying lines a hundred times.

Pei Ya: “…” It’s tough being a nanny these days, always facing penalties.

Qiao Yun put away her phone, her expression serious as she thought about how she could amiably express to her classmates her hope that they would achieve good scores and later serve the country well.

Meanwhile.

Ever since learning that Professor Qiao was in Shangjing City, Uncle Qin had been in no rush to leave, spending every day scheming to meet with Professor Qiao through Lu Shiran.

Lu Shiran only later found out that this uncle was an expert in biology, but what did that matter? He relentlessly blocked him nonetheless…

Uncle Qin, undeterred, since he was already here, decided to meet a few old friends.

This time, when Uncle Qin planned to have tea with old friends, just as his car pulled out from the driveway, a figure suddenly pounced onto the hood of his car.

Uncle Qin was horrified: Audacious civilians! To dare commit fraud against him in broad daylight?

Angered, Uncle Qin opened the car door, ready to teach this reckless fraudster a lesson.

But as he got out of the car, before he could even start yelling, the fraudster looked up, shocking Uncle Qin.

“How did you get out?”

Madame Qin, still graceful but evidently worn, had lost her former splendor. Her voice was hoarse as she asked, “Uncle, can I ask you something?”

“What is it?” Ultimately, as she was his own niece, Uncle Qin found it hard to refuse her.

Madame Qin’s face was pale, “Do you know that Qiao Yun is no ordinary person?”

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