Ah! The Villains I Forced to Turn Evil Can Read My Mind-Chapter 263

Qiao Chuchu went straight to the underground garage, picked a random sports car, and drove away from home.

The roar of the engine echoed from outside.

Everyone hurried to the window, watching Qiao Chuchu speed off in the sports car, their brows furrowed as they turned in unison to glare at Shi Yu.

Shi Yu had already shed his meek expression, sneering arrogantly at them. "Jealousy and petty squabbles—that’s all you narrow-minded fools are good for."

The group: "……"

Qiao Chuchu irritably grabbed her phone and drove to Lin Qing’s house, intending to call her out for some fun.

Coincidentally, Lin Qing stepped out of her home, dressed to the nines.

Ahead of Qiao Chuchu, a handsome guy hopped out of another sports car, clutching a bouquet as he eagerly ran up to Lin Qing.

Lin Qing accepted the flowers with an air of haughtiness and planted a kiss on the guy’s cheek.

The guy beamed, quickly opening the car door for her.

Qiao Chuchu: "……"

That guy looked like the recently skyrocketed male actor.

She put her phone away, her mood lifting instantly.

After breaking free from her fate as the villainess, Lin Qing’s life was finally on the right track.

Good. This was the life Lin Qing deserved.

Qiao Chuchu dialed Yu Can’s number instead.

Half an hour later, she arrived at one of Yu Can’s other residences and rang the doorbell.

A strikingly handsome man with long hair answered the door.

Qiao Chuchu’s eyes widened in surprise—had she gotten the wrong house? "Excuse me, does Weisheng Yucan live here?"

The man nodded and stepped aside to let her in.

Inside the living room, several good-looking guys were lounging around, watching a movie. They glanced back at her and nodded in greeting.

Qiao Chuchu hesitated at the doorway.

Yu Can’s voice drifted down from upstairs. "Chuchu, I’m up here!"

She looked up, quickly responding before hurrying upstairs.

Weisheng Yucan leaned against the railing in loungewear, waiting for her. "Bad mood?"

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Qiao Chuchu fiddled with the strap of her crossbody bag and nodded earnestly. "Yeah, I’m really frustrated."

She glanced warily at the guys downstairs. "Are those men your…?"

Yu Can smirked. "Yep, exactly what you’re thinking."

Qiao Chuchu’s eyes widened in awe, giving her a thumbs-up. "Yu Can, you’re amazing!"

But then she frowned. "Don’t you find it noisy?"

[Even when my friends gather at my place, it feels too chaotic.]

Yu Can’s smile deepened, amused. "The people around me are well-behaved. I hold their financial lifelines—they wouldn’t dare step out of line."

She led Qiao Chuchu into her room, adding pointedly, "But some people… are aggressive, domineering, and possessive in their professional lives. When they finally bloom late in love, all that pent-up energy has nowhere to go. And when there’s more competition than opportunity, of course they’ll fight."

Qiao Chuchu frowned, sensing something familiar. "Are you talking about the people around me?"

Yu Can turned to her with a teasing smile. "No, just speaking in general."

She handed Qiao Chuchu a tablet. "You said you were feeling restless, so I had someone compile a list of events you could attend. I can also arrange for some handsome male models to keep you company."

Her tone lifted playfully. "But I’m guessing~ you’re not in the mood for men right now~"

Qiao Chuchu didn’t deny it, flipping through the list. "You actually prepared activities for me? You’re the best, Yu Can!"

[I just wanted to vent and talk to a friend—preferably not a guy. Who knew Yu Can would be this thoughtful?]

Yu Can chuckled. "Blowing off steam is good. You’ve been under too much pressure."

She picked up her phone and walked to the window, making a call.

"Yeah, she’s here with me."

She stole a glance at Qiao Chuchu. "Don’t come. Give her some space. Go do your own thing."

"Huh? Push too hard, and you’ll just get hated."

Whatever the response was, she scoffed. "Fine, come if you want. But when she snaps at you, don’t ask me to smooth things over. There are plenty of men out there."

Qiao Chuchu’s eyes locked onto an entry for a legal racing event. "Can I join this race?!"

Yu Can hung up and grinned. "Of course, sweetheart. I’ll make the arrangements. But the lineup’s already set—you’ll only get to do a friendly match."

Qiao Chuchu nodded eagerly. "That’s fine! A friendly match is perfect!"

Yu Can patted her cheek. "I’ll get it sorted for you."

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Xia Xuechun stood blankly by the racetrack.

After clearing her name, she’d learned that Long Yuntian had been hospitalized—for days, thanks to Qiao Chuchu’s provocation.

She ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​‍wanted to visit him, but Long Yuntian’s wife refused.

Long Yunxiao, meanwhile, was embroiled in scandal because of her. His wife, paralyzed and comatose, had her family accusing him of attempted murder after discovering his ties to Xia Xuechun. The police were involved.

He was in no position to help.

Long Yuntian was her only hope now.

But she couldn’t even get into the hospital.

Her last resort was Long Jun, Long Yuntian’s son.

Long Jun assumed she was his father’s mistress. He kept her around but tormented her, promising she could see Long Yuntian if she endured three days with him.

If she could just meet Long Yuntian, she could finally plot her revenge against Qiao Chuchu!

Xia Xuechun’s shoulder was suddenly bumped.

Long Jun glared at her. "Stop spacing out. The race is about to start. If you jinx me, you’re dead."

His female companion smirked at her.

Xia Xuechun lowered her head meekly. "Sorry."

Long Jun grabbed her chin, studying her face. "You’re actually pretty."

Xia Xuechun’s eyes filled with dread as she stared at him silently.

Long Jun wasn’t attractive—small nose, thin lips, pockmarked skin—and his sleazy grin made it worse. "Wear black stockings next time, yeah?"

Xia Xuechun’s pupils shrank in horror.

Long Jun sneered, stepping back and beckoning her like a dog. "C’mere, girl! Here, girl!~"

His friends joined in, clicking their tongues. "Here, girl! Here!"

Humiliated, Xia Xuechun’s eyes reddened as she forced herself to move forward, her legs heavy as lead.

A hand suddenly clamped onto her shoulder.

"Xia Xuechun, you were so proud and aloof when you slapped me and smashed cake in my face. What happened to that?"

She froze, turning to meet Qiao Chuchu’s icy glare.

Qiao Chuchu, her red hair tied high, stood beside her with a scowl. "You’re letting trash like this humiliate you without fighting back?"

Xia Xuechun’s eyes widened in shock.

Qiao Chuchu?!

Of all people to witness her lowest moment—it had to be her?!

Long Jun's eyes lit up when he saw Qiao Chuchu. "Xia Xuechun, you never told me you had such a radiant friend?"

He leered at Qiao Chuchu's legs. "Hey gorgeous, who are you?"

Qiao Chuchu smirked. "I'm the spicy great-grandma who clawed her way out of your family grave to haunt you."

Long Jun: "???"