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

Qiao Chuchu watched as Song Yu closed the door and tilted her head, puzzled.

【Why do I feel like Song Yu had something he wanted to tell me?】

Lou Tingsi locked the door and turned to her with a smile. "What do you think my fountain pen will look like? I'm so excited! How about we open it together?"

Qiao Chuchu's attention was successfully diverted. "Sure."

Lou Tingsi carried the gift box over to Qiao Chuchu, his gaze fixed on the blood around her eyes. He slowly opened the box. "Wow, it's pure white."

His pale fingers held the pen, exuding a kind of elegance mixed with danger. "It suits me so well, and I really like the design on it."

Qiao Chuchu was delighted. "Yes, you're so refined, and your smile is beautiful. The white makes you look so gentle."

Lou Tingsi's eyes flickered with a subtle glint as he toyed with the pen. "I... have a nice smile?"

She nodded earnestly, giving him a thumbs-up without hesitation. "Your smile has an air of cunning. You look like the kind of mastermind mafia boss who hides knives behind their smile in comic books!"

Lou Tingsi licked his lips and narrowed his eyes, his expression enigmatic. "Is that a compliment?"

Qiao Chuchu enthusiastically nodded. "I'm not very good at flattering people, but you really are good-looking. The white makes you seem unexpectedly clean."

Lou Tingsi smiled tenderly. "It’s truly—"

Weisheng Huailing suddenly kicked Lou Tingsi away!

Lou Tingsi: "?!"

Qiao Chuchu: "??"

Weisheng Huailing handed the gift box to Qiao Chuchu with both hands, excitedly gesturing, "Open it! Open it!"

Qiao Chuchu held the box with both hands, her mouth twitching. "Did you just kick Lou Tingsi?"

Huailing tilted his head and blinked at her innocently. "?"

Lou Tingsi, wincing in pain, sat up from the ground. "Ugh... my back..."

Weisheng Huailing glanced at Lou Tingsi, his face expressing surprise and concern. "So, Uncle, are you alright?"@@novelbin@@

Lou Tingsi: "?! Uncle?!"

Huailing showed genuine worry. "Older people really do have bad backs. That's not good. Men can't have bad backs. Maybe you should take some supplements."

Lou Tingsi: "I have a sore back because you kicked me, not because my back is naturally bad!"

Huailing pointed at his ear and waved his hand.

Hearing nothing~

He then smiled and looked at Qiao Chuchu. "Open my gift!"

Qiao Chuchu: "Okay."

She opened the box. "Wow, black and white!"

White cap, black pen body.

Song Yu really has a good eye!

Every pen is so beautiful!

Huailing's eyes lit up with excitement as he took it. "What a beautiful pen! With a little modification, it could even poke someone's eye out!"

Qiao Chuchu: "Ah?"

Weisheng Huailing gave her an enthusiastic hug, excitedly gesturing, "Thank you! I really love it! I'll treasure it!"

Qiao Chuchu laughed uncomfortably. "I'm glad you like it, but I'll give you other gifts too, so you don’t have to be so careful with it."

"Every first gift is special," Huailing said shyly. "Just like a first kiss."

He hugged Qiao Chuchu tightly and leaned in toward her, closing his eyes.

Qiao Chuchu froze, sensing something was off and just about to push him away—

Weisheng Biehe grabbed Huailing's waist and tossed him onto the couch!

Weisheng Huailing was pinned facedown on the sofa: "?!"

Weisheng Biehe smirked disdainfully. "Trash belongs where trash should be."

He handed the gift box to Qiao Chuchu. "My gift box seems to be stuck. Can you help me open it?"

Qiao Chuchu's mouth twitched. "Sure..."

【Somehow, I feel like things started getting weird the moment Weisheng Huailing appeared.】

She lowered her head to open the gift, and suddenly, Weisheng Biehe used a wet wipe to clean her face.

Qiao Chuchu looked up in surprise.

Weisheng Biehe bent down to her eye level, gently wiping around her eyes with one hand, his voice deep and magnetic. "You had some dirt on your face."

Qiao Chuchu blinked. "What?"

【Could it be blood?】

Weisheng Biehe smiled faintly. "It was just dust."

Qiao Chuchu breathed a sigh of relief. As soon as she opened the box, Weisheng Biehe vanished from her sight!

Qiao Chuchu: "?"

Who else got him thrown away?

Weisheng Lin pushed Weisheng Biehe aside and dropped the gift box into her hands. "Take a look at mine."

Qiao Chuchu: "Do you all have to kick, push, or throw the previous one away every time?"

Weisheng Lin stuffed his hands into his pockets, his tone indifferent. "Don’t worry about small details. He’s tough enough."

"...” Qiao Chuchu frowned and opened the fountain pen box. "It’s black with a touch of red."

The red was subtle, barely noticeable.

She thought to herself. 【It suits Weisheng Lin’s fiery, fierce personality so well!】

Weisheng Lin was also surprised. He picked up the pen and examined it carefully, then glanced at her. "You’ve got good taste. I do like black and red."

Qiao Chuchu: "Um, actually—"

"Anyway, we haven’t officially introduced ourselves," Weisheng Lin said, extending his hand. "I'm Weisheng Lin, an investment businessman."

Qiao Chuchu reached out and shook his hand. "Hi, I’m Qiao Chuchu, a comic artist."

【It’s kind of weird that we’re only now introducing ourselves after so long.】

【But I know him. Weisheng Lin, short-tempered, one of the least sophisticated in the Weisheng family, and he owns the most luxurious nightclub in China.】

【He’s got that rugged, rebellious charm!】

She was slightly distracted. 【It’s pretty cool that I can meet someone like him, with that tough, edgy vibe.】

Weisheng Lin raised an eyebrow.

Is he rugged?

He ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‍grinned mischievously. "I owe you a gift. Let’s go shopping together when we’re back in the country. Whatever you like, I’ll get it for you."

Qiao Chuchu was about to respond when someone suddenly pulled her aside!

She stumbled forward, nearly falling into his arms.

A cool, refreshing scent filled her nostrils as she reflexively pulled her hand back.

【It’s Weisheng Wenzhan’s scent!】

She quickly straightened up and looked nervously at Weisheng Wenzhan on the sofa. "Sorry!"

Weisheng Wenzhan was seated on the sofa, one leg crossed over the other, the pen box already open. "It’s fine. I pulled you over."

His long fingers played with a pure black fountain pen as he smiled calmly. "Thanks for the pen. I’ll use it to practice calligraphy."

Qiao Chuchu was surprised. "You still practice calligraphy?"

"When I’m feeling restless, I like to practice calligraphy," Wenzhan said, taking a spare sheet of paper from the coffee table and writing her name.

"Qiao Chu"

His handwriting was sharp, a reflection of his character.

Weisheng Wenzhan looked up at her. "Do you like it?"

She loved it. "You write beautifully!"

Weisheng Wenzhan handed the pen to her. "Now, write my name."

He pointed to the name she had written. "Write it beneath yours."

Qiao Chuchu picked up the pen and wrote "Weisheng Wenzhan."

Her handwriting was delicate, contrasting sharply with Weisheng Wenzhan’s bold, forceful strokes.

Qiao Chuchu sighed. "I should have practiced your style of handwriting back when I learned to write. Your handwriting is so cool."

Weisheng Wenzhan: "No, I think yours is just right."

Qiao Chuchu was flattered. "Really?"

Weisheng Wenzhan nodded, holding the sheet of paper and gazing lingeringly at the two names side by side. His voice revealed his satisfaction. "Very good."

Before Qiao Chuchu could speak, Pei Buxian suddenly snatched the pen from her hand.

Pei Buxian handed it back to Weisheng Wenzhan. "Take your pen back."

He then dragged Qiao Chuchu out of the room. "Come with me."

The others exchanged tense glances as Qiao Chuchu was hauled out of the room by Pei Buxian.

Ying Chen held up a piece of paper, visibly disappointed. "I was still in line, and they just took her away?"