Hidden identities of the AI Heiress

Chapter 35: Did Her Parents Deceive Her?

Editor: Inschain

Pei Ya glanced at the obedient Qiao Yun delicately eating melon seeds and laughed, “You say the clothes she’s wearing are knockoffs?”

“Yes,” Lu Xue nodded.

However, the very next second, Pei Ya’s voice turned cold, “You’re comparing inferior knockoffs to July, are you implying that July is cheap?”

He lowered his gaze and looked at the two people in front of him, his presence overwhelmingly oppressive.

Lu Xue’s back broke out in a cold sweat, her heart suddenly thrown into chaos, “President Pei, I, I don’t understand, what do you mean?”

Pei Ya slowly informed everyone, “What she’s wearing is genuine, and it’s the only piece.”

Qiao Yun was born in July, which is why the brand was named July; by that count, Qiao Yun is actually the founder.

This group of brats, actually saying the founder wore knockoffs.

Ridiculously absurd.

“…!”

Silence.

An unprecedented silence.

Almost simultaneously, these young masters and mistresses started to realize.

The Lu family couple actually were generous enough to buy genuine articles for Qiao Yun?

And the gown on Lu Ting’s body, worth merely a few hundred thousand, was incomparable to what Qiao Yun wore.

It was clear who held the higher status.

Lu Ting staggered, stepping back involuntarily.

Had her parents lied to her?

They secretly bought Qiao Yun a genuine article!

Why?

She was supposed to be the star tonight, wasn’t she? Why let Qiao Yun steal her thunder?

For a moment, Lu Ting felt as if her ears were filled with laughter.

Otherwise, why would they look at her with sympathy, surprise, and pity?

She was the precious daughter of the Lu family; she did not need their sympathy!

Qiao Yun indifferently watched Lu Ting’s changing expressions, feeling not the slightest emotion.

Peaceful, as if watching a joke.

Lu Ting, with difficulty, spoke, “I already said it was a misunderstanding earlier, I’m sorry for letting you witness this farce.”

Pei Ya spoke nonchalantly, “Then apologize.”

Lu Ting looked pitifully at Pei Ya, her voice weakly saying, “President Pei, I’m sorry.”

Pei Ya wasn’t buying it, and laughed, “You should apologize to the person involved, not me. After all, it wasn’t me who was mistaken for wearing knockoffs.”

“…”

Lu Ting was furiously indignant, thinking she might as well do it in her next life!

Yet there was Pei Ya, smiling with an astonishingly commanding air, looking down at her, ready to not let it go.

Lu Ting swallowed, almost gritting her teeth as she said, “Sister, I’m sorry, can you forgive us?”

A disgrace beyond description!

Qiao Yun’s thoughts had drifted off, only returning to the present upon hearing Lu Ting’s apology, lazily lifting her eyes.

After a long while, she responded blandly, “Oh, you can apologize, but I’ll need to think about whether I should forgive you because you wasted my time.”

“…”

Blatantly, as if she considered no one else significant.

Pei Ya watched Qiao Yun’s languid demeanor, unable to suppress a smile.

Do these ants know how much money Professor Qiao can make in a second?

And you dare to affect her personal rest time?

His gaze then shifted to Lu Xue, his expression mockingly amused.

Lu Xue: “…”

She bit her lip, her voice full of grievance, “I’m sorry, I misunderstood you.”

Qiao Yun nodded, “Mm, same answer as before.”

Her eyebrows exquisite, her expression sparse, it seemed she was genuinely considering whether to forgive them, not just making it difficult.

Qiao Yun was indeed truly weighing the pros and cons, as she hadn’t encountered such a situation before and found it somewhat novel.

What Lu Ting hated most was Qiao Yun’s pretense of innocence.

Their commotion quickly attracted the attention of others, as it was impossible not to notice Pei Ya.

“President Pei.”

Lu’s father approached, his attitude warmly just right, “What are you discussing?”

Qiao Yun’s voice innocently said, “President Pei is talking about the dark history of being punished by teachers to copy lines.”

Pei Ya’s mouth twitched.

Great, a thousand times inescapable.