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

Qiao Chuchu detected the underlying meaning in Shi Yu's words and turned her head away, ignoring him, only to meet Ji Yanchuan's gaze instead.

Ji Yanchuan stood at the corner, his face twisted into a snarl as he glared at her.

His hair was disheveled, covering his eyes, and the corner of his mouth bore a bruise from a recent blow, making him look utterly disheveled.

Qiao Chuchu arched an eyebrow.

What?

Looking for a fight?

Ji Yanchuan’s expression remained unresponsive, but a palpable murderous intent surged from his eyes.

Shen Zhuoyan emerged like a ghost from behind him, stepping squarely in front of him. "What are you staring at?"

Ji Yanchuan shuddered, his chest heaving even more violently at the sight of Shen Zhuoyan, as if suppressing rage but not daring to voice it.

In the end, he shot them a look that promised retribution before turning and fleeing.

Shen Zhuoyan scoffed. "Pathetic."

His gaze then shifted back to Qiao Chuchu, his eyes tinged with a sour resentment, and he silently moved behind her, glaring at Shi Yu with a furrowed brow.

At seven o'clock that evening.

The long dining table of the Pei Family was fully occupied.

Pei Yuan sat at the head of the table, his expression dark.

Opposite him—the other head seat—was Qiao Chuchu.

Qiao Chuchu scanned the crowded table.

The last time it had been this full was when Pei’s mother was still alive, hosting gatherings for her business associates, filling the house with laughter and wine.

Her gaze drifted left, toward the Pei Family’s side.

At the head was Pei Yuan’s eldest brother, followed by Pei Che, whose face was shadowed with displeasure.

Pei Youchuan lounged with his arm draped over the back of his chair, irritation written all over his face.

Pei Fengnong sat with his hands clasped on the table, his expression grave.

Pei Mu and Pei Ci mirrored each other, legs crossed in an arrogant sprawl.

Pei Buxian cradled a dog in his arms, his expression sinister.

She then looked to the right.

Seated beside Pei Yuan was the eldest of the Wei Sheng Family, Weisheng Wenzhan.

He sat with his legs crossed, his face impassive as he coldly observed her side of the table.

Weisheng Lin propped his chin on his hand, lazily watching her, though a simmering anger lurked in his eyes.

Weisheng Biehe idly thumbed his prayer beads, his dark gaze fixed on someone near her.

Weisheng Huailing made no effort to hide his displeasure, arms crossed as he stared pointedly at the person beside Qiao Chuchu.

Shen Zhuoyan stood at Qiao Chuchu’s side, his peripheral gaze flickering toward her companion.

An unspoken tension hung heavy over the dining room.

And at the center of it all was Shi Yu.

Seated in a wheelchair beside Qiao Chuchu, he wore an innocent smile, as if oblivious to the hostility directed at him, and nodded amiably at everyone.

Qiao Chuchu felt as though she were encased in a glass bubble—the animosity in their eyes bypassed her entirely, converging solely on Shi Yu.

**[I get it,]** she thought, leaning back in her chair, her gaze shifting left and right. **[My brothers are unhappy about a stranger suddenly appearing in the house—that’s normal. But why are the Wei Sheng Family members also upset?]**

**[Do they dislike Shi Yu that much?]**

**[And why is Weisheng Huailing even here? Shouldn’t he have gone home after being discharged from the hospital?]**

The table fell silent as everyone averted their eyes, lost in their own thoughts.

Weisheng Huailing shot his family a resentful look.

Of course, he hadn’t planned on coming to Qiao Chuchu’s home.

But after being discharged, he’d heard from the butler that Qiao Chuchu had fallen ill with a fever—while his dear brothers had taken up residence in her house during her weakest moment!

They’d gotten close to her when she was most vulnerable!!!

He’d been completely unaware of Qiao Chuchu’s fever!

His brothers had personally cared for her in her home, and he’d been none the wiser!

He’d been stuck in the hospital like an idiot, recovering from his injuries!

He’d missed days of opportunities to earn her favor!

It infuriated him!

Suppressing his anger, Huailing turned an ingratiating gaze toward Qiao Chuchu. **"I heard you were sick, so I came to check on you. Are you feeling better now?"**

He glanced at the Wei Sheng Family members, subtly gesturing to his lips.

**"You’re… not still upset about this, are you?"**

The others’ expressions darkened instantly!

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Huailing’s smile widened, but his eyes cut like daggers toward Shi Yu. **"And who is this brother?"**