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

Weisheng Huailing and Biehe stood in a corner, wearing sunglasses and baseball caps, their entire bodies concealed as much as possible.

The two of them peeked out from behind the wall, cautiously observing Qiao Chuchu's back.

Qiao Chuchu's thoughts grew more chaotic with every second, caught in a dilemma:

*[If everyone has secrets they're hiding from me, what could they be?]*

*[Do they know I'm a time traveler? Do they know about my system? Do they know about the script?]*

Biehe's palms were icy cold, and panic began to set in. "We can't let her keep thinking like this—she'll figure it out soon. We need to find a way to stop her!"

An idea suddenly struck Biehe, and he gestured to Weisheng Huailing: *"You run out into the street and get hit by a car!"*

Huailing: "?"

Huailing: *"Why don't you get hit by a car?!"*

Biehe spoke with complete seriousness: *"Because your luck is ironclad!"*

Weisheng Huailing: *"My luck can only go so far before even I get splattered!"*

Biehe frowned and suddenly noticed two suspicious figures in front of the club.

One of the men was wearing a blue suit and had a somewhat lecherous grin on his face.

The other man was visibly uneasy, constantly looking around, as if trying to reach into his pocket for something.

Clearly, these two were up to no good.

Biehe looked around and found a small pebble on the ground. With precision, he flicked it to land right at Qiao Chuchu's feet!

Qiao Chuchu furrowed her brow, trying to locate the source of the pebble, but her attention was drawn to the two men across the street at the club entrance.

The man in the royal blue suit picked up an unlabeled vial and inspected it under the sky.

She quickly sprinted across the street, slipped into the club, and hid behind a wall near the two men to eavesdrop.

The man in the blue suit grinned maliciously: "Are you sure this stuff works? Will it make someone lose their mind completely after they drink it?"

Qiao Chuchu's expression changed, and she quickly began recording on her phone.

The other man nodded firmly. "I’m certain. Totally certain. The drug is one hundred percent effective."

The man in the blue suit grinned: "In TV dramas, corporate warfare is always about various schemes and attacks, but in reality, all you need is to get Weisheng Yucan and Weisheng Wenzhan to sleep together, record the video and photos, and then spread them over the internet. Once it’s online, the video will spread like a virus—impossible to kill."

Her eyes widened in shock, and her face twisted in disgust. "Oh my god…"

*[The reason Weisheng Yucan and Mr. Weisheng are being drugged is that their rivals want them to—]*

*[Ugh! Disgusting! Disgusting to the core!]*

*[What kind of twisted mind would come up with such a plan?! There are plenty of men and women at the club—even if they felt the need to relieve themselves, why would they choose each other?!]*

But she understood.

*[No wonder Weisheng Wenzhan couldn't hold back and tried to seek me out. The drug must be pretty strong. Well, good, my "big son" persona hasn't fallen apart.]*@@novelbin@@

Meanwhile, already having moved to an outside position near the club, Weisheng Biehe: "?"

Huailing: "?"

Would Mr. Weisheng really resort to looking for Qiao Chuchu to resolve the situation after being drugged?

Did Qiao Chuchu have a nickname for Mr. Weisheng as her "big son" in her mind?!

Huailing's face instantly turned green: *"I’m going to go ask the boss!"*

Biehe grabbed him, gesturing furiously: *"What’s the point of asking him about something that hasn’t happened yet?! Solving the problem is the most urgent matter!"*

Huailing's face darkened as he glanced at the man in the blue suit: *"Then I’ll make him disappear right now!"*

Weisheng Biehe nodded. But then, a head peeked out from the other side of the wall.

He tugged on Huailing!

Huailing recoiled with annoyance: *"What is it?!"*

Biehe pointed toward the inside of the wall!

Huailing frowned and looked in that direction, his expression turning grave.

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