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

Pei Ci and Pei Mu were taken aback and refused in unison: "Letting you in would be like inviting a wolf into the house! We won’t agree to it!"

"But I’m the one who won!" Shen Zhuoyan straightened his back, his confidence unwavering. "I can also guarantee that I won’t betray Qiao Chuchu no matter what temptations come my way. Are you really going to shut me out just because I have feelings for her?!"

Pei Mu and Pei Ci scoffed: "We brothers can take turns protecting her!"

Qiao Chuchu, disturbed by the noise, opened her eyes weakly: "Brother?"

Pei Yuan looked at her with concern: "Chuchu?"

Qiao Chuchu was in pain all over, and her head was throbbing: "I want to go home… Oh, right, Shen Zhuoyan won. He can be my bodyguard. He needs this job."

Shen Zhuoyan was stunned for a moment, then quickly stepped forward: "Chuchu."

Qiao Chuchu weakly raised her hand and said to him, "You’re amazing, Shen Zhuoyan. You’re loyal and righteous. I trust you to be my bodyguard. Besides… you need a job."

Shen Zhuoyan instinctively grabbed her hand, his eyes filled with worry: "I’m not doing this for the job. I’m doing it for—"

Pei Yuan abruptly handed Qiao Chuchu to Pei Youchuan.

Shen Zhuoyan’s hand was left empty, and he looked at Pei Yuan in confusion.

Pei Yuan’s face was expressionless, but his eyes clearly showed suppressed anger: "One-month probation. If I find out you’re trying to take advantage of your alone time with her, you’re out."

Shen Zhuoyan straightened his back without hesitation: "Understood."

Pei Yuan walked over to Qiao Chuchu and gently patted her shoulder to wake her: "Chuchu, let’s go to the hospital, okay? You’re running a high fever."

Qiao Chuchu frowned in resistance: "No hospital. I want to go home."

[I’ve been running around all day. I really want to go home.]

Pei Yuan’s heart ached, and he couldn’t bring himself to refuse her: "Alright, we’ll go home. But if your fever gets worse, you’ll have to go to the hospital, okay?"

Qiao Chuchu didn’t respond, drifting off into a restless sleep.

Weisheng Lin suggested, "I’ll come with you."

Pei Yuan shot him a displeased look.

Weisheng Lin scratched his head apologetically: "After all… I didn’t let her rest. It’s my fault. I should stay with her."

Pei Yuan smiled, though the warmth didn’t reach his eyes: "Sure, why don’t you call your brother too?"

Weisheng Lin: "?"

Pei Yuan turned around and said coldly, "I’ll have a word with your brother about your little adventure today, taking someone else’s sister through a maze."

Weisheng Lin: "…"

—

Weisheng Wenzhan stood by the bed, watching Qiao Chuchu as she slept.

Her face was flushed, and a cooling patch was stuck to her forehead, but it didn’t seem to help much. Her sleep was restless due to the high fever.

He reached out and touched her jaw.

Still burning hot.

He used a digital thermometer to check her temperature.

38.5°C.

Weisheng Wenzhan frowned and turned to Weisheng Lin: "Do you know how old you are?"

Weisheng Lin, with his hands behind his back and his tie still wrapped around his palm, mumbled, "I know."

Weisheng Wenzhan glanced at Qiao Chuchu, his expression dark: "And do you know how old she is?"

Weisheng Lin: "…I know."

"You know, and yet you still did this?!" Weisheng Wenzhan’s eyes were filled with anger. "She’s practically a child in front of you. Don’t you know how to care for her?!"

Weisheng Biehe sat on the sofa across from the bed, taking in Weisheng Lin’s discomfort.

He was also annoyed and couldn’t help but add sarcastically, "Second Brother has always been the most spoiled in our family. He’s gotten everything he’s ever wanted since he was a child. What could possibly worry him? He doesn’t know how to care for others."

Weisheng Lin glared at him: "Fourth Brother, you—"

Weisheng Wenzhan cut him off: "Talking back, are we?"

Weisheng Lin: "…"

Weisheng Biehe twirled his prayer beads, his tone mockingly kind: "Huai Ling got hit on the head and is still in the hospital for observation. We haven’t told him yet. If he finds out Qiao Chuchu has a fever because of you, what do you think he’ll do?"

Weisheng Lin’s face darkened, but he remained silent.

Weisheng Wenzhan didn’t want to waste any more words on him and ordered, "You caused this mess, so you’re staying up tonight to change her cooling patches."

Weisheng Lin’s eyes lit up: "Just me and her?"

Weisheng Wenzhan smiled warmly, but the smile disappeared in an instant.

"Dream on. We’ll all be in this room, but you’re the only one changing the patches."

Weisheng Lin: "?"

Weisheng Biehe sneered: "Don’t just stand there, Second Brother. It’s time to change her cooling patch."

Pei Che stepped forward to change Qiao Chuchu’s cooling patch: "No need. We can handle it ourselves."

Letting others take care of Qiao Chuchu? Not unless his brain was fried too.

Weisheng Wenzhan stopped him, a glint of something unreadable in his eyes, his tone steady: "He caused this mess, so he should clean it up. Otherwise, how can our families continue to get along?"

Qiao Chuchu stirred uncomfortably, her lips dry as she looked up at the ceiling.

The air was filled with the scent of the incense she had chosen.

She was in her room.

Finally, she relaxed.

[My head hurts so much… I’m so thirsty…]

Everyone in the room froze, then rushed toward the water pitcher!!

Weisheng Lin reacted the fastest, pouring a glass of water and bringing it to Qiao Chuchu’s lips: "Here, drink."

Qiao Chuchu felt the warmth and turned her head away: "Not hot water. I want cold water. My throat feels like it’s on fire."

Weisheng Lin nodded eagerly: "Got it. Want some ice in it?"

The others: "?"

Ice?

Weisheng Wenzhan snatched the glass from him and scolded in a low voice: "Are you out of your mind? She can’t drink cold water when she’s sick."

Weisheng Lin was confused: "But she wants it."

Weisheng Wenzhan was furious: "It doesn’t matter what she wants! She can’t have it!"

He sat on the edge of the bed, helped Qiao Chuchu sit up, and clumsily brought the glass to her lips: "Here, drink a little. You’re running a fever. Cold water isn’t good for you."

She sighed, knowing she wouldn’t get her ice water, and obediently took a few sips.

A drop of water rolled down her chin.

Pei Che leaned down and gently wiped it away with a tissue.

Qiao Chuchu weakly opened her eyes and realized her bed was surrounded by people.

All seven of her brothers were there.

From the Weisheng family, aside from Yu Can and Huai Ling, the other three were also present.

Even Shen Zhuoyan was there.

And Shen Zhuoyan was now dressed in the Pei family’s bodyguard uniform, a Bluetooth earpiece in his ear, standing opposite her bed, watching her with concern.

…Why are there so many people here?

She looked around in confusion, her gaze settling on Weisheng Wenzhan, who was feeding her water: "Why are you all here?"

Weisheng Wenzhan adjusted the pillow behind her back: "We came as soon as we heard. It’s Weisheng Lin’s fault for being so careless and causing you to get sick."

Qiao Chuchu blinked, then looked at Weisheng Lin, who was standing awkwardly to the side.

He was still clutching his tie, looking at her with guilt: "I’m sorry, Miss Qiao."

Qiao Chuchu felt a bit awkward: "It’s not really his fault. My immune system is just weak. I happened to catch a fever."

They didn’t seem to agree, all staring at her with gloomy expressions.

Qiao Chuchu felt uneasy under their gaze: "Why are you all looking at me like that? Do I have some terminal illness or something?"

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Qiao Chuchu grew more panicked.

[Is the world finally trying to eliminate me through illness?! But I thought I’d already gained the protagonist’s aura! Is my elimination still ongoing?!]

Suddenly, she felt like she couldn’t breathe. Weakly clutching her chest, she started crying like a tragic heroine from a period drama: "If I get sick now, I’ll become the short-lived villainess!"

Weisheng Lin quickly leaned down and comforted her gently: "No, if you die now, you’ll just become the early-departed white moonlight in our hearts."

Qiao Chuchu: "?"

The others: "?"

Pei Che couldn’t take it anymore: "Someone get this idiot out of here!"