Ah! The Villains I Forced to Turn Evil Can Read My Mind-Chapter 264
Long Jun stared at Qiao Chuchu’s innocent-looking face and rubbed his ear in disbelief. "What did you just say???"
Qiao Chuchu snapped coldly, "Can’t you understand? I said I’m your *spicy* great-grandma!"
Long Jun’s temper flared instantly, and he raised his hand to strike her!
She swiftly kicked him square in the stomach!!
Caught off guard, Long Jun crumpled to the ground in pain, writhing. "Oww!"
His female companion shrieked, "Ah! Long Jun, are you okay?!"
The other delinquent young masters gaped at Qiao Chuchu in shock. "Who the hell are you? How dare you lay a hand on him! Do you even know who Long Jun is?!"
Qiao Chuchu smirked. "No, but I’m sure my status is higher than his. I’m Qiao Chu—if you’ve got a problem, come find me in the glass office. I’ll be waiting."
She dragged Xia Xuechun away.
Long Jun clutched his stomach, gritting his teeth as he repeated her name. "Qiao Chu?"
His rage boiled over. "That’s the Qiao Chu who’s been messing with my dad?!"
Qiao Chuchu pulled Xia Xuechun into a secluded spot, shoving her against a wall. "Xia Xuechun, are you blind? They were treating you like dirt! Since when did you become such a pushover? You used to be so tough with *me*!"
Truthfully, she hadn’t gone there to help Xia Xuechun.
From a distance, she’d seen a girl being humiliated like a dog, and without thinking, she’d stormed over.
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Only up close did she realize it was Xia Xuechun.
As much as she despised her, she despised men degrading women even more. She couldn’t stand seeing it.
"You hooking up with old men is one thing—at least they actually cherish and respect you," Qiao Chuchu hissed. "But that punk was walking you like a damn dog! Why didn’t you slap him? Have you lost your spine?!"
Xia Xuechun kept her eyes down, face burning red. "Why did you help me? You hate me."
Qiao Chuchu scoffed. "I stepped in because I can’t stand people being degraded. You just happened to be the one suffering it."
Tears welled in Xia Xuechun’s eyes, as if she was holding back something. "At the charity auction, I had all the online hype and marketing ready. After you ruined me, why didn’t you take my place as an influencer?"
Qiao Chuchu frowned. "Not everyone craves the spotlight. I got what I wanted—why would I bother being an influencer?"
"But that exposure could’ve made you *famous*!" Xia Xuechun suddenly looked up, resentment flashing. "You didn’t take it, so why stop *me*? You clipped my wings and now you mock me for not flying! If it weren’t for you, I’d be on TV, raking in cash by now!"
Qiao Chuchu’s expression darkened. She yanked Xia Xuechun to the wall. "*You* tried to kill me first. Everything you got was *deserved*!"
Xia Xuechun shuddered, pressing herself against the wall, arms wrapped tightly around herself.
Qiao Chuchu caged her in, glaring. "You failed to kill me, nearly got my brother killed, and the same day, you went to Qi Xiaojia’s house—setting her up to be assaulted on camera! You even locked the only door she could’ve escaped through!"
Xia Xuechun’s face paled. She covered her ears. "I’m not listening!"
Qiao Chuchu grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head. "*Un*-listen, then!"
Xia Xuechun blinked. "?"
Qiao Chuchu tightened her grip, making Xia Xuechun wince and sob harder. "You’re hurting me! This is abuse!"
"Does it hurt?" Qiao Chuchu squeezed harder, like she was handling a feeble puppy. Beneath her calm tone simmered lethal fury. "Did you think about *our* pain when you tried to kill me? When you set up your *friend*? When Long Yunxiao’s wife ended up paralyzed because of you?"
"I didn’t paralyze his wife!" Xia Xuechun flared up, rising on her toes to match Qiao Chuchu’s glare. "She did that to *herself*!"
Qiao Chuchu gaped. "You didn’t *directly* kill her, but she died because of *you*! How is that not your fault?!"
Xia Xuechun screamed, "She was *jealous*! She had a rich husband, a perfect son—she should’ve looked the other way! Instead, she fixated on *me*! Her suffering was her own choice! Otherwise, why is *she* the one in a wheelchair and not *me*?!"
Qiao Chuchu froze, stunned by her warped logic.
Xia Xuechun… was a textbook *enabler*.
But just as quickly, Xia Xuechun deflated, shrinking back into Qiao Chuchu’s hold, crying like she was the victim. "Qi Xiaojia always looked down on the 10k-a-month job I gave her. She wanted *your* 50k position—but she wasn’t qualified! She betrayed me for *money*!"
Qiao Chuchu laughed incredulously. "*You* can chase money, but others can’t? Qi Xiaojia left because you’re two-faced. Are you *that* dense?"
"That’s a *lie*!" Xia Xuechun shot back. "People lie all the time! Qi Xiaojia was just pretending to be righteous! Can’t you see that?!"
She strained closer. "The only reason you can judge me from your high horse is because men spoil you. Without them, you’re *nothing*!"
Qiao Chuchu smirked. "Do you see any men backing me *now*?"
Xia Xuechun faltered.
Qiao Chuchu effortlessly twisted her wrist. "You always credit men for my success—like that makes you feel better."
She tilted her head. "But haven’t you noticed? Even one-on-one, you’re *still* no match for me."
Xia Xuechun stared, realization dawning.
Qiao Chuchu sneered. "You can’t fight me, can’t out-earn me. The money I make from comics has *zero* to do with men, yet you keep insisting I rely on them."
She released Xia Xuechun’s wrist, pulling a utility knife from her bag and pressing it into Xia Xuechun’s hand. "Here’s your chance. Kill me."
Xia Xuechun hesitated for half a second—then lunged!
Qiao Chuchu caught her wrist, twisting it until the blade pointed at Xia Xuechun’s own eye!
The reversal was instant.
Xia Xuechun went deathly pale, breath hitching.
Qiao Chuchu raised a brow, amused. "Know why I always beat you?"
Xia Xuechun trembled.
Qiao Chuchu tightened her grip, mocking, "*Because men help me.*"
Xia Xuechun: "???"
Qiao Chuchu swiftly took the knife back, tucking it away. "These *imaginary* men give me superpowers. Otherwise, how could little ol’ me ever defeat you~? I’m just *so* helpless~"
