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

Qiao Chuchu returned to her desktop and noticed a few large words written on the wallpaper:

"Remember to check WPS!!"

She opened the software and found a single file prominently labeled "Must Read After Memory Loss."

She read it carefully from top to bottom.

Though the document was brief, it covered all the key points—summarizing her relationships and everything that had happened to her.

At the end, a section was highlighted in red:

"I saw myself attending the funeral of someone close to me, but I’m not sure who. Please pay close attention to the people around me and make sure none of them die."

"I hope that even after losing my memory, I’ll retain some instincts and remember certain details, so I don’t become a completely different person or undergo a drastic personality change."

"Lastly, to my amnesiac self—if you do attend a loved one’s funeral, don’t panic. You still have three lives left. Just restart the game!"

"Oh, and try negotiating with the system to let you set a specific time. If it refuses, trade a task for it. It’ll agree."

Qiao Chuchu silently pocketed her phone, tightened her grip on the tie in her hand, and looked toward the tree branch.

Ten minutes later—

Pei Fengnong, suppressing his discomfort, retrieved his phone from the car.

He ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‍glanced at it casually, confirming no one had messaged him, and prepared to return to the hospital.

He needed to find Chuchu and then get some proper rest.

Suddenly, the sound of a car accelerating roared behind him!

Just as he turned to look, someone yanked him into the narrow gap between two parked cars!

Pei Fengnong staggered, his head throbbing, and looked up in shock: "Chuchu?!"

Qiao Chuchu held onto him tightly, her numb expression finally coming alive as she took in Pei Fengnong’s bewildered face.

[Not a crushed head or a face twisted beyond recognition!]

[He’s alive!]

[He’s alive!!]

Pei Fengnong: "?"

Alive?

What does she mean?

Inside the car, Old Lady Qiao’s face twisted in fury as she slammed the accelerator, aiming straight for them: "Where did Qiao Chuchu come from?! She wasn’t there a second ago!"

Seeing the car charging toward them, Qiao Chuchu grabbed Pei Fengnong and ran!

Pei Fengnong stumbled, barely able to keep his balance, clutching his head: "M-my head… it hurts!"

Qiao Chuchu glanced back—Old Lady Qiao was already turning the car around, coming straight for them again!

She turned to Pei Fengnong, who was swaying unsteadily, and asked urgently: "Are you running a fever?!"

Pei Fengnong didn’t even have the strength to nod, pressing a hand to his forehead: "Mm..."

Her heart clenched. She looked toward the hospital’s back entrance.

The nearest route would take three or four minutes to reach on foot.

Pei Fengnong couldn’t run that far—he’d still get hit!

Even if they made it, his condition might worsen from the exertion.

Time was running out.

Old Lady Qiao was already circling around, closing in from another angle.

They were trapped between cars with no other cover in sight.

Without another thought, Qiao Chuchu—somehow summoning inhuman strength—hoisted Pei Fengnong onto her back and sprinted toward the hospital!

Pei Fengnong: "?!"

The car was gaining fast.

Old Lady Qiao rolled down her window, screaming: "You killed my son! I’ll make you pay with your life!!!"

Shen Zhuoyan emerged from the hospital and, seeing Qiao Chuchu with a car hot on her heels, immediately took Pei Fengnong from her and slung him over his shoulder!

Relieved of the weight, Qiao Chuchu grabbed Shen Zhuoyan’s hand: "Get inside!!"

Shen Zhuoyan dashed into the hospital with Pei Fengnong, about to relax—

A vision flashed before Qiao Chuchu’s eyes.

Shen Zhuoyan slowing down… the car plowing into them… both men crushed beneath the wheels.

In that split second, she yanked Shen Zhuoyan toward the wall!

Pei Fengnong tumbled from Shen Zhuoyan’s shoulder, barely catching himself before being shoved against the wall!

Qiao Chuchu threw her arms around their waists, burying her face between them: "Don’t move!"

The car smashed through the glass doors with a deafening crash!

Screams erupted as people scattered in panic.

Shards of glass flew in every direction.

Shen Zhuoyan and Pei Fengnong instinctively shielded her, their bodies forming a protective triangle around her.

Glass grazed their cheeks and ears, but they held firm, keeping her safe until the blare of sirens and the arrival of security signaled it was over.

When they finally loosened their grip, they turned—the car had stopped mere inches from them.

It had rammed through the hospital’s back entrance, reducing the glass doors to splinters.

The airbag had deployed, and Old Lady Qiao slumped motionless in the driver’s seat, likely knocked unconscious by the impact.

Shen Zhuoyan stared at the near-miss, shaken: "If Qiao Chuchu hadn’t pushed us aside, we’d have been hit."

Pei Fengnong was even more horrified: "...If she hadn’t pulled me away in the first place, I’d already be dead."

Lin Shen and others rushed over at the commotion, their faces pale: "Chuchu!"

Chaos engulfed the scene.

People frantically checked on their loved ones.

Several had been cut by flying glass.

Amid the turmoil, Lin Shen pulled Qiao Chuchu from the wreckage, scanning her for injuries: "Are you hurt?! Are you okay?!"

Qiao Chuchu didn’t answer, her gaze locked on Pei Fengnong.

He leaned weakly against the wall, blood streaking his face.

Both he and Shen Zhuoyan bore cuts on their cheeks and necks.

Only she remained unscathed.

She stared at Pei Fengnong, her voice barely above a whisper: "Come here."

Pei Fengnong, surprised, stepped forward.

She rose onto her toes, cradling his face in her hands.

Her eyes traced the curve of his expressive gaze, the straight line of his nose, the fresh wound still bleeding on his cheek.

Pei Fengnong assumed she was worried about his injuries and reassured her: "Don’t mind these. They’re just scratches. You saved my life—this is nothing."

Qiao Chuchu said nothing.

She grasped his wrist, feeling the steady pulse beneath her fingers—then tears spilled without warning onto his palm.

Pei Fengnong froze: "Why are you crying?"

The others turned, startled by her sudden tears.

Even Ying Chen, lying on a hospital bed, struggled to prop himself up to look at her.

She studied Pei Fengnong head to toe—then leaped into his arms!

Pei Fengnong staggered but caught her.

Her sobs broke free, all the pent-up anguish and dread pouring out: "You’re alive!!"

[The past four days felt like living in hell. Pei Fengnong died—right in front of me, just as I’d foreseen!]

Pei Fengnong stiffened, staring down at her in shock.

The others exchanged uneasy glances.

Qiao Chuchu clung to his neck, weeping uncontrollably.

[I watched his body slide into the crematorium, swept his ashes with my own hands—a living man reduced to dust and a will.]

"If I hadn't been given this chance to be reborn, he would have been gone from this world forever!"

"Thankfully, I came back. I saved him!"

"Pei's Mother, I haven’t failed the kindness you once showed me. I saved Pei Fengnong, your son. I didn’t let him die—he’s alive and well!"

Pei Fengnong listened in stunned silence, struggling to believe what he was hearing.

Had he really died in that accident just moments ago?!

Qiao Chuchu had actually been reborn.

But how had she returned?

The same question echoed in the minds of everyone present, their gazes fixed on Chuchu with growing tension.