Ah! The Villains I Forced to Turn Evil Can Read My Mind

Pei Yuan gasped sharply, his eyes suddenly glistening with emotion, his chest heaving rapidly.

Pei Che remained expressionless, throat bobbing as he unconsciously clenched his fists.

Pei Youchuan bit down on a chunk of flesh from his finger in disbelief, a restless agitation seeping from his eyes.

Pei Fengnong stood in a daze, instinctively slipping his hand into his pocket, where he ran his fingers over the necklace Qiao Chuchu had given him in his childhood.

Pei Mu and Pei Ci downed a full glass of water each, rubbing their necks in discomfort.

Pei Buxian clutched a pillow, his mouth half-open, already stunned into silence.

The members of the Wei Sheng Family wore subtly enigmatic expressions, their glances flicking toward the Pei family before returning to the screen.

Weisheng Wenzhan glanced at the furious image of Qiao Chuchu on the screen and irritably pushed his glasses up.

Biehe, with a rosary in hand, scanned each of the Pei family's faces before looking away in a dark mood.

Weisheng Lin stared blankly at Qiao Chuchu and murmured, "I… don’t even know how to describe it."

Ying Chen threw back a glass of whiskey with ice, his voice hoarse as he said, "Don’t you think she’s incredibly sexy right now? When she’s soft, she’s quite cute, but when she’s strong… it’s… very alluring, the kind you can’t quite put into words."

Weisheng Lin, watching Qiao Chuchu’s aloof expression on screen, finally realized, "Ah, no wonder I’ve been feeling so hot—she’s literally making me swoon like crazy."

Ying Chen: "?"

Lou Tingsi fiddled with his tie, tugging at it with a restless hand; his eyes inadvertently fell on the strawberries on the table.

…The heat just intensified.

Weisheng Biehe’s voice was hoarse: "Huailing, can we switch perspectives? This one makes it feel like she’s pointing a gun at me."

Weisheng Lin snorted with laughter: "Looks like someone’s forgotten his little brother’s deaf~"

Weisheng Biehe’s lip twitched; his gaze turned to Huailing and froze.

Weisheng Huailing gazed intently at the screen, his affection unabashed. His beautiful eyes sparkled like a constellation, utterly transfixed.

Weisheng Biehe’s eyes dimmed, and he couldn’t help but let out a cold snort.

On the screen, Rayla, with her back to the camera, wailed in anguish, both desperate and resentful, "How can your connection compare to mine? Yours is just a brother, mine is a husband!"

Qiao Chuchu mocked, her lips curling, "Oh, really? Does that mean a family bond is any less noble than the love between you two? But why should innocent girls pay the price for your so-called love, huh? Do you even realize how many families and innocent young lives you two have ruined?!"

Rayla’s eyes ignited with fury, her voice sharp and hateful: "Their business will be handled by someone else! My husband’s assets are frozen—he’ll definitely have to compensate, so there’s no need for you to lecture me! If my husband weren’t dead, you’d probably be chopped into pieces by now! Both you and that Xia Xuechun would be dead at our hands! And if not for your sneak attack, your brother would be dead too!"

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She sneered, "You’re using drones to spy now? How very high-tech of you."

The men in the entertainment room tensed, fearful of exposing a ruse.

Rayla ignored her, letting out a desperate, heart-wrenching cry, "Your brother destroyed my husband’s secret! You destroyed me! Your entire family ruined our happiness!"

Qiao Chuchu couldn’t be bothered to engage, picking up her gun and aiming it at the drone, coolly pulling the trigger.

The loud "Boom!" broke the link to the projected screen.

Weisheng Huailing trembled, as though resonating with her actions, his fingertips vibrating.

Closing his eyes, he gradually leaned forward, the corners of his mouth uncontrollably rising into a slowly widening grin.

Qiao Chuchu retrieved the drone, passing it to Song Yu: "Take a look at this for me and see if it uploaded any videos to the cloud. Just make sure there’s no leftover evidence."

Song Yu took the drone, casting a glance at the now listless Rayla: "I’ll get my people to handle the rest. It’s been more than five minutes now; if you stay any longer, they’ll start to get suspicious. Hurry up and leave! I’ll send your gift over soon."

Qiao Chuchu nodded and quickly returned to the entrance of the Lou Family’s entertainment room, taking a deep breath to compose herself before pushing the door open: "I’m so sorry to keep you all waiting. Work was quite the hassle."

As soon as Qiao Chuchu entered, every one of the men’s eyes instinctively locked onto her. Their gazes shimmered with an inscrutable blend of emotions, concealing barely veiled amusement as they nodded toward her, "You’re welcome."

Qiao Chuchu: "?"

[Why does this feel off?]

She walked in slowly, glancing at the blank projector screen and asked in confusion, "Nothing’s playing? Did you guys not watch a movie?"

"We did. Just finished." Ying Chen’s hands were clasped on his lap as he cynically looked her over, "Absolutely thrilling."

Qiao Chuchu breathed a sigh of relief, "Glad to hear I didn’t ruin the fun for you."

[Scared me, I thought I’d blown my cover.]

Weisheng Wenzhan raised an eyebrow, shutting his laptop and said with interest, "You won’t disappoint us."

Qiao Chuchu relaxed and sat down: "Good to know."

Two men sat beside her: Pei Yuan and Pei Che. Both propped their chins in their hands, their gazes intensely fixed on her.

Song Yu quickly entered the gaming room, holding a pile of neatly stacked exquisite pen boxes, stopping in front of Qiao Chuchu: "Miss Qiao, your gift has arrived."

Qiao Chuchu’s face lit up as she stood up to take the gift in her hands, "Ah, by the way, these are my return gifts for everyone. Each one has a pen inside. I truly appreciate the gifts you all gave me today!"

Song Yu smiled warmly, but the moment he saw Qiao Chuchu’s face, his smile abruptly stiffened!

Blood!

Qiao Chuchu’s face had blood on it!

It was too dark outside; there were only a few lights, so she hadn’t noticed the blood on Qiao Chuchu’s face!

But…. Song Yu saw it. Why wouldn’t the others notice too?!

Song Yu’s mind was on edge.@@novelbin@@

Qiao Chuchu was all innocent smiles, handing out the pens one by one: "I hope everyone has a smooth journey and good health in the new year! ~"

Pei Che accepted his with a raised brow, his eyes glancing at the bloodstain near her eye.

Weisheng Lin squinted, smiling maliciously as he stared at her face.

Weisheng Huailing took the liberty to wipe the drop of blood near her eye, giving her a flirtatious wink.

Qiao Chuchu assumed she’d just been lightly poked, giving an indifferent smile.

The pens were all handed out.

Only a few remained for those visiting back home.

She was positively gleeful!

[No one noticed, mission complete! Hehe~]

Qiao Chuchu happily looked at Song Yu.

Song Yu, however, was making faces at her.

Qiao Chuchu: "?"

Song Yu dipped his head, then scratched his face, then his hair.

Qiao Chuchu: "??"

Lou Tingsi spoke gently, "Song Yu, you can leave now."

Song Yu was slightly taken aback, meeting their eyes filled with secretive implications.

Lou Tingsi’s gaze was the most gentle: "Go on out now."

Song Yu remained silent, slinking toward the door and slowly closing it behind him, glancing into the room one last time.

Qiao Chu stood at the very center of the room, looking at him bewildered.

Song Yu tried to warn her, mouthing, "Your face——"

"Let’s open up the gifts." Pei Che suddenly spoke, excitement bleeding into his voice, "I can’t wait any longer."

The others chuckled in agreement: "Yes, we don’t even know what the pens look like yet."

Qiao Chuchu was elated: "Great, let’s open them together!"

Lou Tingsi’s eyes crinkled, smiling as he glanced toward the door, "Song Yu."

His breath caught, a chill running down his spine at the moment.

Lou Tingsi’s smile didn’t reach his eyes as he stared at him intensely: "Make sure the door is latched properly."