Ah! The Villains I Forced to Turn Evil Can Read My Mind-Chapter 252

When an innocent person is falsely accused of something they know nothing about, their first reaction is usually bewilderment.

At the very least, they’d ask, *"What video are you talking about?"*

But this guy immediately denied it was him!

What an absolute idiot—can’t even set someone up properly!

Ji Yanchuan stumbled back, stammering, "I-It really wasn’t me! You’ve got the wrong person! Why would you even suspect me?!"

His heart pounded in panic.

*How did she figure it out?!*

Clutching his chest like he was baring his soul, he insisted, "I don’t know anything about a video. You’re accusing the wrong person."

Qiao Chuchu smirked coldly. "Fine, keep denying it. I get you—I used to be a scheming little fox too."

Ji Yanchuan: "…?"

Her expression turned icy, cutting off any chance for him to explain. "I don’t care what you and your mother are plotting. From now on, we’re done. Stay away from me, and I’ll stay away from you. That’s final. Don’t bother me again!"

Ji Yanchuan’s face darkened. He grabbed her wrist. "Miss Qiao—"

Qiao Chuchu yanked her hand free—knocking his sunglasses askew!

His expression twisted in alarm as he hurriedly readjusted them.

But Shen Zhuoyan, standing across from him, had already seen everything. His face darkened instantly. "*Ji Yanchuan?!*"

Qiao Chuchu froze, then whipped her head toward Ji Yanchuan.

He frantically held his sunglasses in place, turning to flee.

She blocked his path, reaching for his face. "Oh no, you don’t. Let’s see what you’re hiding!"

Ji Yanchuan backed away. "I’m not Ji Yanchuan! I’m not!"

She tore off his sunglasses, revealing his true face. Her eyes widened. "*Ji Yanchuan?!* It really *is* you! You lied about your identity to trick me?!"

Ji Yanchuan fell silent, exposed and humiliated, like he’d been stripped bare.

With a heavy sigh, he pulled his mask down, revealing his full face, his expression grave. "Yes. It’s me."

Qiao Chuchu immediately yanked the mask back up.

Ji Yanchuan: "…?"

He pulled it down.

She tugged it up.

He pulled it down again!

She tugged it up again!

"I don’t want to see your face!"

Ji Yanchuan: "…"

His brows furrowed like a wounded puppy’s as he stared at her pitifully.

Disgusted, Qiao Chuchu sneered, "You’re the one who stirred up trouble. You’re the one who tried to get my brother to kick Shen Zhuoyan out. So why are *you* making that pathetic face?"

Ji Yanchuan stiffened, refusing to admit fault. "I was doing it for *your* sake! Shen Zhuoyan is capable of anything—what if he hurts you?!"

Qiao Chuchu narrowed her eyes. "Did *you* call the Shen family here?"

Ji Yanchuan scowled. "No, Shen Zhuoyan brought this on himself. It has nothing to do with me."

Qiao Chuchu didn’t answer.

She just stared at him, unblinking.

Ji Yanchuan shifted uncomfortably under her gaze, eventually lowering his head.

A cold laugh escaped her lips. "Ji Yanchuan, you’re the first scheming fox I’ve met who specializes in sowing discord."

Even Xia Xuechun never stooped that low.

He was the first.

She turned to leave.

Ji Yanchuan grabbed her wrist again. "Wait!"

Qiao Chuchu jerked free. "Enough already!"

He stepped back, hurt. "Why do you hate me so much?! Just because I hugged another woman while engaged? Is that such a big deal? Even Lin Qing didn’t care!"

Qiao Chuchu scoffed, about to unleash a tirade—when her phone buzzed with two messages.

Qi Xiaojia:

**"Xia Xuechun was released. There wasn’t enough evidence—the thugs swore she had no idea about the ambush at my place."**

**"I’m terrified… What if she comes after me again? Next time, it won’t just be assault. They might kill me."**

Her expression hardened. She turned on her heel.

Ji Yanchuan blocked her path. "I don’t get it! What did I even do to make you despise me this much?"

Shen Zhuoyan stepped between them, voice low and dangerous. "Back off."

Ji Yanchuan ignored him, lunging toward Qiao Chuchu. "Fine, I was harsh before. I *did* hire people to humiliate you, but I *apologized*! What else do you want?! Name it, and I’ll make it up to you!"

Shen Zhuoyan’s jaw clenched, fists tightening with the urge to punch him.

Oblivious, Ji Yanchuan shouted, "Qiao Chuchu, what will it take for you to forgive me?!"

She finally turned to face him. "Why do you even *want* my forgiveness? Do you *like* me?"

Ji Yanchuan froze, then scoffed loudly. "Like *you*? Don’t flatter yourself! I just can’t stand being hated—your disgust bothers me!"

Her voice was icy. "If you don’t like me, why does my forgiveness matter? You think throwing money at me will work? Newsflash: We’re from the same social class. Anything you can buy, I can buy myself. Your so-called ‘compensation’ is worthless."

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Ji Yanchuan gaped, speechless.

Qiao Chuchu strode to her car. "Pretending to be a stranger, lying about your name—you’re *disgusting*. I don’t have time for you."

Fuming, Ji Yanchuan yelled after her retreating car, "You’ll chase other men on a *scooter*, but *I’m* a waste of time?! Just you wait—one day, *you’ll* be the one chasing *me* on a scooter!"

His bodyguard sighed. "*Why* a scooter, Young Master? Can’t you aim higher? Make her chase you *on foot*?"

Ji Yanchuan punched the man’s arm repeatedly. "Shut up, shut up, *shut up*!"

Bodyguard: "…Yes, Young Master."

Ji Yanchuan stormed into his car. "Follow her! I want to know which *other* man she’s running to now!"

Bodyguard: "Yes, Young Master."

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Meanwhile, Qiao Chuchu called Qi Xiaojia. "Did you get the money?"

Qi Xiaojia’s voice trembled. "I did."

Qiao Chuchu softened. "Do you have relatives you can stay with for a while?"

Qi Xiaojia murmured, "My grandparents. Xia Xuechun doesn’t know their place. But my parents are still in the hospital…"

Putting the call on speaker, Qiao Chuchu texted Weisheng Lin—she needed to hire some of his men for protection. "I’ll arrange for someone to escort you to your grandparents’. Don’t worry about your parents; I’ll have people watch over them too. They’re in the ICU—no one can get to them."

Qi Xiaojia exhaled in relief. "Thank you."

But guilt crept into her voice. "I’m sorry… I couldn’t pin Xia Xuechun down for good."

Qiao Chuchu shrugged. "It’s fine. She’s not stupid—if she planned this, she covered her tracks."

And now things are already looking up—the heroine’s luck has shifted to her, so Xia Xuechun won’t be able to stir up much trouble anymore.