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

The man paused as he untied her, his tone annoyed. "What are you, a model, spouting nonsense? I won fair and square. Don’t forget what President Wei said—you’re supposed to be unconscious, so you can’t talk!"

He roughly untied the ropes around her feet, even knocking her shoes off in the process.

But he had no intention of letting her put her shoes back on. Instead, he moved to pick her up. "Just shut your mouth!"

She slapped his hand away. "Don’t touch me! You cheated!"

The man’s expression darkened as he shoved her back into the chair. "You’re not some high-class lady. Why do you care so much?!"

Qiao Chuchu felt her insides ache from the force, and she was so angry she wanted to jump up and hit him!

[If I weren’t here, he’d treat the model this roughly, wouldn’t he? So disrespectful!!]

[How could someone like this be my bodyguard? He’d probably sell me out on the first day!]

Shen Zhuoyan stumbled to his feet, hearing that familiar inner voice. His breath hitched.

The redhead wasn’t Qiao Chuchu.

The model was!

This scumbag had insulted her!

His blood rushed to his head, and without thinking, he tackled the man to the ground, ripped off his mask, and delivered several hard punches to his head!

One after another!

He swung with a numb, obsessive force, like a madman, not stopping until the man was completely knocked out.

Qiao Chuchu: "..."

She could feel the overwhelming aura of rage emanating from this man.

She shrank back into the chair, staring at him with a mix of fear and confusion.

Shen Zhuoyan stood up from the unconscious man and noticed Qiao Chuchu’s shoes were off.

He knelt down and began to put them back on for her.

The sudden shift in his demeanor left Qiao Chuchu flustered. She quickly leaned forward. "No, no, I can do it myself!"

[His hands are still bloody!]

Shen Zhuoyan kept his head down. "The rules state that you’re supposed to be unconscious right now, so you can’t speak or move."

His large hands gently grasped her slender ankle as he slipped the white sneaker back on. "Don’t be shy. I’m your person now. Taking care of you is my duty."

She was stunned, letting him do as he pleased, biting her lower lip. [Thank goodness I showered and put on new socks and shoes. Otherwise, I’d die of embarrassment.]

Shen Zhuoyan chuckled softly as he tied her shoelaces into a neat bow.

Qiao Chuchu: "?"

[Why does this hand look so familiar?]

Shen Zhuoyan looked up at her.

Through the mask, his gaze was soft and tender, as if it could melt into water.

He knew the position of Qiao Chuchu’s bodyguard was meant for him.

Suddenly, a dark figure lunged from the shadows!

He reflexively dodged, turning to see a man in a red mask wielding a wooden sword aimed at him!

Qiao Chuchu: "?"

[Is this Weisheng Lin playing the villain?!]

Shen Zhuoyan: "?"

Weisheng Lin?

What’s he doing here? Isn’t he the CEO of this security company?!

Weisheng Lin held the wooden sword, his eyes provocatively looking at Shen Zhuoyan.

He knew this guy was Shen Zhuoyan, Qiao Chuchu’s old classmate.

He also knew why Shen Zhuoyan was here.

But he hadn’t told the Pei Family.

Because he loved watching drama, and he loved being part of it.

Weisheng Lin pulled out a gun and fired directly at Shen Zhuoyan!

Shen Zhuoyan ducked behind cover the moment he saw the gun.

A red paintball exploded against the wall!

Weisheng Lin hoisted Qiao Chuchu over his shoulder and ran, disappearing around the corner in an instant.

Shen Zhuoyan, still hiding, didn’t hear anything. When he peeked out, both Weisheng Lin and Qiao Chuchu were gone.

His face turned pale, and he immediately gave chase!

Weisheng Lin ran with Qiao Chuchu on his shoulder, laughing maniacally. "This is thrilling! Too thrilling! I’ve never snatched something from someone else’s mouth before. How do you think that guy feels, having his prey stolen right from under his nose?!"

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[Coming down personally to play the villain boss? If he doesn’t like playing house, I don’t know what he likes.]

Weisheng Lin paused.

Playing house?

He didn’t like playing house.

He just loved situational training because life was too boring when everything went smoothly!

He expertly led Qiao Chuchu to a dead-end alley.

In the alley was a prop wardrobe used for set decoration.

Without hesitation, he shoved Qiao Chuchu inside and climbed in after her, closing the door and waiting for Shen Zhuoyan to find them.

The wardrobe was cramped, barely fitting the two of them.

Qiao Chuchu, squished and struggling to breathe, said, "Lin, maybe you should wait outside. It’s too tight in here for both of us."

Weisheng Lin removed his mask and looked at her, his expression gradually turning cold.

The wardrobe was dimly lit, with only faint light filtering in, casting shadows on Weisheng Lin’s icy eyes.

He asked, "Who’s your brother?"

Qiao Chuchu: "?"

In the confined space, Weisheng Lin leaned down, pressing the gun barrel hard against her chin. "You’re just a hostage. You don’t get to talk to me."

Qiao Chuchu’s eyelids twitched, her irritation growing. "Keep the jokes within limits. I may have a good temper, but I don’t appreciate every kind of humor. It’s just the two of us here. Stop acting."

"What?" Weisheng Lin narrowed his eyes, pressing the gun harder against her chin. "You’re just a hostage in my hands. If I want to kill you, I can. If I want to do whatever I want with you, I will. What can you do about it?"

Qiao Chuchu was forced to tilt her head back, her displeasure mounting. "Stop messing around."

"I’m not messing around!" Weisheng Lin barked. "You’re a hostage! You don’t get to speak! I’m the boss here!"

Qiao Chuchu’s face darkened. She grabbed his wrist, disarmed him, and pressed the gun to his forehead!

Weisheng Lin: "?!"

Qiao Chuchu raised an eyebrow, smirking at him. "Now are you done acting?"

Weisheng Lin froze, his dark eyes slowly filling with amusement. "You think just because you have a gun, you can threaten me? I’ve been through hell and back to get where I am. You think a little girl like you can scare me?"

Qiao Chuchu: "...?"

[...Why doesn’t this guy go into acting? Is it because he doesn’t like it?]

Weisheng Lin proudly lifted his chin.

No, it’s because he has billions to inherit.

He pressed his forehead against the gun barrel, his dramatic flair in full swing. "Go ahead, shoot me! Do you dare, you little brat?!"

Qiao Chuchu sighed. "It’s just a paintball gun. You won’t die; you’ll just get splattered with red dye."

Weisheng Lin, still provocative, insisted, "I said shoot me!"

Her expression hardened. She twisted his body, slamming him against the wardrobe. "You just can’t stop playing, can you?!"

Weisheng Lin let out a muffled grunt of surprise. "Hmph!"

Qiao Chuchu quickly pulled off his tie and used it to bind his hands behind his back.

Weisheng Lin’s face changed as he snapped out of his dramatic act. "Qiao Chuchu, what are you doing?! I’m older than you! I’m practically your uncle!!"