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

Madam Wang's tea party day arrived.

Qiao Chuchu stood formally dressed in a tasteful white suit, rigidly positioned between two formidable figures in a subdued yet luxurious club. To her left was Weisheng Wenzhan, dressed in a black overcoat paired with a tailored suit. To her right was Weisheng Yucan, draped in fur, adorned in a dark green qipao. Both sides were flanked by black-suited bodyguards ensuring their safety. Clutching a petite handbag in both hands, Qiao Chuchu found herself sandwiched between two towering figures bristling with powerful energy. Weak, pitiable, yet utterly helpless.

[Every time I'm alone with the Wei Sheng Family, I feel the pressure mounting. I need to train myself not to be so nervous.]

As she pondered, she felt Weisheng Wenzhan's gaze descend from the left. She looked up to meet his eyes.

Weisheng Wenzhan, like a shrewd, elusive fox, adjusted his glasses, a cryptic smile flitting across his face before he averted his gaze.

Qiao Chuchu: "...?"

[Why is he smiling? It's sending shivers down my spine.]

[If he didn't resemble my anime son, I wouldn't like being around someone like him. The air feels too heavy.]

Weisheng Wenzhan: "?"

Weisheng Yucan, astonished, glanced at her brother: "??"

What?

In Qiao Chuchu's eyes, was her brother actually her comic book son?

Noticing his sister's shocked expression, Wenzhan frowned: "..."

Yucan's lips twitched, struggling to suppress her laughter, her shoulders quivering subtly.

Weisheng Wenzhan, utterly exasperated: "..."

Qiao Chuchu, puzzled, glanced at Yucan, about to inquire what was wrong, when two figures approached the door: "Are we late?"

She turned sharply to the source of the voice. A woman in a dark green qipao, draped in fur, entered, accompanied by the petite Xia Xuechun.

The woman’s gaze fell on Weisheng Yucan’s outfit, her smile faltering: "Weisheng Yucan?"

Xia Xuechun hurried to keep up with the woman, her gaze following suit and landing on Qiao Chuchu, her expression also shifting.

Qiao Chuchu's eyes instantly hardened, radiating a fierce, predatory aura: [Heh, here they are, the cunning sisters who accused me.]

[Premonition didn't reveal how I resolved the issue or how they framed me, but it's definitely them.]

[I really want to grab a Gatling gun and just mow them down.]

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Weisheng Yucan, disdainful, glared at the woman: "Long time no see, darling."

Lan Ying forced a smile, nodding: "Yes, it's been a while."

Weisheng Yucan introduced Qiao Chuchu: "Chuchu, this is Lan Ying, my old classmate."

Qiao Chuchu gave Lan Ying a casual glance, nodding politely.

[I know her. She's part of Xia Xuechun's first-tier inner circle. She’s like our Yucan, but, well, she’s not as pretty, rich, or capable as Yucan.]

Weisheng Yucan's smile widened.

Qiao Chuchu couldn't help but stand straighter, puffing up with pride.

[Looking at it this way, my villain team is all top-tier!]

[And I'm the great seer, the mastermind controlling the entire game board~]

[Hehe, feeling more and more like a big shot.]

Weisheng Yucan: "..."

Weisheng Wenzhan: "..."

Lan Ying: "..."

What’s going on?

Why does this Miss Qiao feel so impudent? Is she looking down on me?!

The more Lan Ying thought about it, the more uncomfortable she became, a cold snort escaping her lips: "What does Miss Qiao do?"

Qiao Chuchu curved her lips: "A mere painter, I'm afraid."

Lan Ying nodded, realization dawning: "Oh~ a painter~"

She squinted, scrutinizing: "Never heard of you."

Qiao Chuchu nodded: "Normal. I started my exhibition around seventeen, became a sensation in the art world, and then retired a few years later to draw comics."

Lan Ying smirked: "Why leave painting? Are you out of ideas?"

"Oh, not that~" Qiao Chuchu theatrically flipped her hair: "Because too many people groveled before me, I lost track of my true capabilities. I was just too popular, got burned out~"

Lan Ying: "..."

Qiao Chuchu smiled sweetly: "Since it's our first meeting, how about a hug?"

[Let’s see if you dare to make a move on me.]

Lan Ying: "No need—"

Before she could finish, Qiao Chuchu pulled her into a tight embrace!

In an instant, a scene flashed before her eyes!

Weisheng Wenzhan, slumped in the lounge, panting heavily.

Weisheng Yucan, retching uncontrollably in the bathroom.

Standing bewildered in the lounge, she saw Weisheng Wenzhan weakly extending his hand towards her: "Chuchu…"

She hurried over: "What's wrong?"

Wenzhan loosened his tie, breathing heavily, his eyes smoldering with desire: "I'm so hot… too hot…"

She grew anxious: "Telling me you're hot doesn't help! I've already set the air conditioner to the lowest! Maybe I should knock you out! That'd be healthier!"

His hand gripped her wrist tightly, his eyes reddening as he leaned closer: "I—I want… to…"

Qiao Chuchu abruptly pulled away, calmly releasing Lan Ying.

Lan Ying, repulsed, glared at her before dragging Xia Xuechun away.

Qiao Chuchu, suddenly aware, was drenched in cold sweat: [Someone dosed Wenzhan and Yucan's drinks! With that kind of aphrodisiac found only in novels!]

Weisheng Yucan: "?"

Weisheng Wenzhan: "?"

Qiao Chuchu was frazzled, her thoughts racing: [Not only that, Wenzhan seems unable to resist the drug’s effect and is coming onto me!]

Weisheng Wenzhan: "???"

Yucan, shocked, signed furiously behind Qiao Chuchu: "You’re beyond indecent! She’s so much younger! Even if you have a crush, how could you even think of doing that?!"

Wenzhan, his brows furrowed, gestured back: "I didn’t! I wouldn’t do something so disgraceful!"

Anger flared: "And don’t go spreading rumors about me having a crush!"

Yucan glared: "Stop pretending! I’ve lived this long and never seen you give a second glance to any woman! Am I blind?!"

Weisheng Wenzhan was momentarily stumped, gesturing: "You’re mistaken! I don’t have a crush on her! I just think she’s—"

"Your younger sister?" Weisheng Yucan mocked: "When I was ten, I cried in front of you and you said I looked like a dirty rag. When Qiao Chuchu was twenty, she cried, and you flew across the country to buy her gifts!"

Weisheng Wenzhan: "…"

"In any case," he said, his face darkening, "I won’t fall for it. And neither should you. You’re allergic to that drug. Drink it, and you’ll vomit until you’re swollen."

Yucan’s face darkened: "I know. I’m here to kick ass, not act like an idiot."

Qiao Chuchu turned to look at them.@@novelbin@@

The two quickly composed themselves, calmly returning her gaze.

Qiao Chuchu licked her molars.

[I have to warn them.]

Weisheng Yucan and Wenzhan raised their eyebrows, intrigued by her impending warning.

With a cryptic air, Qiao Chuchu warned: "You two shouldn’t drink anything offered by strangers today."