On my wedding night, I scolded the prince of Beijing for being an AI. On the first day of the marriage agreement, Pei Yuheng handed over the black card, assigned a room, and entered the study room. It was as cold as completing the asset delivery. Jiang Zhimian looked well-behaved and said: "I understand." Once the door was closed, she opened the AI tree hole: "My husband is like a merger and acquisition report. The advantage is that it is expensive, but the disadvantage is that it is impersonal."
But she didn't know that there was a bug in the AI. Every comment she made was synchronized to Pei Yuheng's private terminal.
Later, she casually said she hated vanilla, and the Pei family's desserts were changed overnight; she was forced by the Jiang family to ask for resources, and the next day, the other party's project was blocked by compliance. Jiang Zhimian thought that the AI understood her so well that she couldn't help but test it: "It would be great if you were a real person."
In the study, the cold-faced prince stared at the screen and lost control for the first time. That night, there was a knock on the master bedroom door.
Pei Yuheng lowered his eyes and looked at her: "Miss Jiang, the AI you like is here to see you."
