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

Qiao Chuchu could barely make out a word: "What are you mumbling about in that silly voice?"

Pei Youchuan felt her arms wrap around his head, rubbing against him forcefully.

Qiao Chuchu: "......?"

【Although I have no idea what he's doing, I just want to ask, doesn't his arm get sore holding me up for so long?】

She glanced around and saw the staff member who had gone to inspect the boat heading towards her.

Qiao Chuchu quickly patted him: "Put me down! They're back!"

【They must have found a flaw in the boat!】

【That's great! Not only will Pei Youchuan not drown, but the others will be spared this scare!】

She struggled violently, but Pei Youchuan didn't let go; he held her tightly.

The staff member who walked over saw them still in that position and chuckled teasingly: "You two seem quite close."

Qiao Chuchu felt embarrassed and gave Pei Youchuan a hard pat on the shoulder, gritting her teeth: "Put me down! Right now!"

He held on tightly, ignoring her.

Qiao Chuchu pulled a face: "It's okay, our Zihan just has a few screws loose. How's the inspection going?"

The staff member laughed: "Exactly, I came back to tell you about that. After inspecting, we found a serious flaw in the cruise ship. So, we've decided to switch to another ship that's in perfect condition. We've already inspected the new ship thoroughly and there are no issues. To thank you, we'll offer you a gift once you board. Could you please give me your name?"

"Pei Youchuan," Qiao Chuchu replied without hesitation: "I won't be boarding; I don't have a ticket."

The staff member's eyes lit up: "If that's the case, we can give you a ticket since your husband is a diamond client."

Qiao Chuchu let out a dry laugh: "Ah, well, I think I'll pass."

【I want to go home and clear my head.】

Pei Youchuan, muffled in Qiao Chuchu's embrace, heard her words and suddenly felt as if his soul was being violently tugged!

His head spun, and he didn't know where he was being pulled. Opening his eyes, he found himself floating in the air, witnessing Qiao Chuchu lying on the road, her head smashed and bloody.

He sucked in a sharp breath, urgently setting her down: "You can't go home!"

Qiao Chuchu: "? Why not?"

He didn't answer, instead looking at the staff member: "Give her a ticket. She'll stay on my floor. My name is Pei Youchuan."

The staff member nodded and quickly went to handle it.

Qiao Chuchu was perplexed: "Pei Youchuan, what are you doing??"

Pei Youchuan nervously grabbed her hand, his palm sweaty: "You can't leave. I just saw you—"

Suddenly, a sharp pain struck his heart, and he clutched his chest, collapsing to the ground!

Qiao Chuchu's face shifted dramatically as she crouched before him: "Are you having a heart issue?!"

Pei Youchuan breathed rapidly, his vision gradually shrouded by a layer of darkness that slowly cleared.

But his view was no longer on the beach.

Instead, it was a strange place.

His perspective was fixed in one spot.

Surrounded by flowers and trees, it seemed to be a cemetery.

Qiao Chuchu stood before him, wearing black.

Her cheeks were gaunt, her hair disheveled, her eyes devoid of light. She spoke slowly: "Brother, do you know what day it is today?"

Beneath her eyes were heavy dark circles, and with tears in her eyes, she smiled: "It's my mom's memorial day, and also the day we met. When we were little, we would always go to pay our respects to her on this day."

"Now my mom is gone, my foster mom is gone, and all of you are gone."

"It's just me left."

Weeping and laughing, she continued: "But it's not like I'm completely alone; I have so many suitors chasing after me. I can't shake them off; they cling to me like dogs, wanting to marry me."

With self-mockery, Qiao Chuchu added: "Well, they only want my fortune. Since all of you are gone, all of the Pei Family's wealth belongs to me now. Even those who could speak before they died transferred their assets to me. I'm now a very, very rich woman. They all want a piece of me."

"So, I suddenly thought, when you were alive, you used to help me burn love letters. Back then, I didn't understand and got angry. But now, I wonder if you were actually helping me screen for someone genuine."

Her tears fell onto their tombstone: "But where are the genuine ones? Once all of you were gone, I had no true friends left by my side."

Pei Youchuan raised his eyes and saw several men walking towards her in the background.

They were all dressed in well-tailored suits, with hair slicked back, competing to approach her: "Chuchu."

They reached her side, supporting her affectionately, and spoke over each other: "Chuchu, don't cry, you know, death is inevitable. You're breaking my heart with tears like that."

"My mom cooked a whole table of dishes just for you, and my whole family is waiting for you to come home and eat, Chuchu. With us here, you'll have a family again. You don't have your brothers, but you have me!"

"Chuchu, I love you. You know that. I fell for you in elementary school, but back then I was too timid to talk to you. But now, I've changed; I've worked hard!"@@novelbin@@

"Chuchu, you're becoming more and more unstable. Trust me, my sister is a psychiatrist, and she'll definitely help you."

Qiao Chuchu tried to escape, but she was too thin.

Emaciated to the point of being skin and bones, she couldn’t push their bodies away. All she could do was desperately clutch onto their tombstone, but to no avail, as they tore her away, fighting over her.

She looked wearily at the men surrounding her, then suddenly, with newfound strength, broke free from all of them and threw herself toward their tombstone: "Brother, I already have a detailed plan. If you're watching from heaven, please bless me!"

Qiao Chuchu was once again seized by the men, being pulled further and further away, shouting with all her might—

“Brother, let me try again. I promise we won't end up like this. Please wait for me, just wait for me!!”

Pei Youchuan jolted awake, the smell of the sea breeze hitting his face.

He knelt there, lost.

Qiao Chuchu crouched in front of him, looking at him curiously: "What’s wrong with you? Why are you crying so hard?"

Pei Youchuan said nothing.

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She was like a different person compared to the broken, gaunt Qiao Chuchu from moments ago.

That Qiao Chuchu would come every day to visit them, dressed entirely in black, bringing their favorite foods, sitting in the cemetery talking to them.

The caretakers whispered among themselves, saying she was a rich, crazy woman, surrounded by the dead.

But she didn't mind; she talked about so many things, recounting their shared past and her own experiences alone.

She even mentioned the system she was trapped in, starting with her refusal to comply, to being gradually broken down and forced to submit.

She confessed her regrets for letting them down.

Regret for letting herself down.

Pei Youchuan felt as if he had lived through those experiences himself, something surfacing in his mind like creeping vines, slowly blending with his current memories.

He began to feel overwhelming panic, clutching Qiao Chuchu tightly in his arms!

"Chuchu, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"

Qiao Chuchu found it bewildering: "What?"

Pei Youchuan wept uncontrollably, trembling: "I'm sorry for blaming you, for neglecting you. I was wrong, I know I was wrong. I'll make it up to you, whatever you want. Don't hate me, please don't hate me!"