I Mistook the Crown Prince for an AI

On our wedding night, I spent the whole evening cursing out Beijing’s golden-boy heir as if he were an AI. On the first day of our arranged marriage, Pei Yuheng handed me a black card, assigned us separate bedrooms, and went into his study. He was as cold as if he were finalizing an asset transfer. Jiang Zhimian looked obedient on the surface. “I understand.” As soon as the door closed, she opened her AI diary: “My husband is like a merger report. His plus side is that he’s rich. His downside is that he has no humanity.” What she didn’t know was that the AI had a bug. Every complaint she made was sent straight to Pei Yuheng’s private device. Later, she casually mentioned that she hated vanilla, and the Pei family replaced every dessert overnight. When the Jiang family pressured her to secure resources for them, their project was blocked over compliance issues the very next day. Jiang Zhimian thought the AI understood her so well that she couldn’t resist testing it. “I wish you were a real person.” In his study, the cold-faced heir stared at the screen and lost control for the first time. That night, someone knocked on the master bedroom door. Pei Yuheng lowered his eyes to look at her. “Miss Jiang, the AI you like is here to see you.”