Ah! The Villains I Forced to Turn Evil Can Read My Mind-Chapter 266
Long Jun staggered back in shock, clutching his face, his pupils shrinking as he recognized Weisheng Yucan. "CEO Weisheng?!"
Weisheng Yucan pulled out a disinfectant wipe to clean her hands, her voice low and threatening. "Your family is already on the decline. If you dare act out again, I’ll make sure you never see the light of day."
Long Jun took a cautious step back, swallowing his resentment and not daring to show it.
The team manager, belatedly realizing who she was, stammered, "CEO Weisheng?"
She was a powerhouse—many teams dreamed of securing her investment!
Weisheng Yucan shot him a cold glare. "If your player’s lack of integrity ruins your competition, that’s your problem. Don’t drag my girl into it."
The manager choked back his words, too intimidated to argue. "My apologies. I’ll figure something out."
Qiao Chuchu stopped him. "Wait, if I win first place, is there a prize? What do I get?"
The manager explained, "First place gets 500,000 yuan and a trophy. Since this isn’t a professional international event—just a small livestreamed competition—our team will also give bonuses: 100,000 for third place, 200,000 for second, and 300,000 for first."
He added, "Of course, we’d be happy just to place third. It’s more about the reputation since all the top-tier players are competing abroad. We know our limits."
He shot Long Jun a disappointed look. "Pity our only capable player screwed things up."
Qiao Chuchu shrugged. "Then let me do it."
Weisheng Yucan looked at her in surprise.
Qiao Chuchu bargained with the manager. "If I win, I keep the trophy and the prize money. You can take the credit."
Long Jun sneered, his tone mocking. "You? Seriously? You’ll just embarrass our team!"
Xia Xuechun scoffed from the sidelines. "Qiao Chuchu, stop bragging. Driving a car doesn’t mean you can race."
The manager hesitated, glancing at Qiao Chuchu.
She lazily tucked her hands into her pockets, utterly confident. "You don’t have to pick me. I’m just looking for some fun."
The manager blinked. "Fun? Do you even know this is a competition?"
"Of course." She tilted her head with a smirk. "But games are meant to be won."
She just wanted the added thrill of taking home the trophy and prize money—extra perks to make victory sweeter.
The manager faltered, looking uncertainly at Weisheng Yucan.
Weisheng Yucan stared at Qiao Chuchu, intrigued, her red lips curving into a slow, fascinated smile.
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Pei Buxian curled up on the couch, hugging his soft, sweet-smelling dog, his gaze repeatedly drifting to the window.
Qiao Chuchu still wasn’t back.
He felt lightheaded, his body weak, exhaustion tugging at him.
But he forced himself to stay awake, setting the dog down with a sigh. "Someone call Qiao Chuchu and ask when she’s coming home."
Pei Fengnong, standing by the window, pinched the bridge of his nose. "Why don’t you do it yourself?"
His head throbbed, his body ached, and even breathing felt scorching.
But he wouldn’t rest until Qiao Chuchu returned.
Pei Buxian slumped against the couch, suppressing his discomfort. "I’m already too clingy. Last time it was me. It can’t always be me."
He turned to Pei Youchuan. "You do it. You’re the fool—she won’t get mad at you."
Pei Youchuan weakly hugged a pillow. "And when she does, you’ll blame me, right?"
Pei Buxian didn’t deny it. "Right."
Pei Youchuan: "..."
The others remained silent, each lost in their own thoughts.
Shi Yu was the most displeased. "Just got here and already left alone. How tragic."
Pei Mu and Pei Ci glared. "One more word and we’ll sew your mouth shut, you conniving jerk! This is all your fault!"
Shi Yu shrugged. "Not me. You all share the blame—except for me."
The doorbell rang.
A housekeeper hurried to answer it. "Coming!"
The men instantly straightened, eyes bright with hope as they turned toward the entrance.
Lou Tingsi strode in cheerfully, two gift boxes in hand. "Brothers, long time no see! Did you miss me?"
Their expressions, initially eager, darkened the moment they saw him. They turned away coldly.
Undeterred, Lou Tingsi chuckled. "Where’s Chuchu? I brought her gifts. Has her fever gone down?"
Then he noticed Shi Yu in the wheelchair. His smile froze, his gaze sharpening. "And who’s this new hero?"
Shi Yu extended a hand with a fake smile. "Hello, I’m Shi Yu. Qiao Chuchu’s new housemate."
Lou Tingsi’s grin didn’t reach his eyes. "New housemate?"
He turned to the Weisheng brothers in disbelief. "You’re all living together now?!"
Weisheng Wenzhan, flushed, forced himself to focus on his laptop.
Weisheng Lin lay half-dead on the couch, asleep.
Weisheng Biehe slumped over the table, listless.
Huai Ling, red as a boiled lobster, sat silently, clearly unwell.
Lou Tingsi took in the scene, then suddenly laughed, shaking Shi Yu’s hand. "Nice to meet you. I’m Lou Tingsi—also a new housemate."
He glanced at the Pei brothers. "Why do you all look so awful? Red faces, red eyes—did you catch Chuchu’s fever?"
The room fell silent as everyone looked up at him.
…He might be right.
Huai Ling, slow to process, suddenly perked up, clapping his hands to get their attention.
He signed excitedly: *That means I’m the only one who got sick from kissing Qiao Chuchu!*
Lou Tingsi’s face darkened. "What did you say?!"
Shi Yu nearly stood from his wheelchair. "You kissed her?!"
The others, despite their exhaustion, shot Huai Ling murderous glares.
Weisheng Biehe groaned. "Huai Ling, must you stir the pot? She almost cut ties with you! Have some shame!"
Pei Buxian snapped, "Shut up!!"
Huai Ling smirked. *I didn’t say anything. I’m mute.*
Lou Tingsi’s expression twisted. "I was only gone for a business trip!"
Shi Yu murmured, "So that’s an option too?"
Little Xie rushed in, phone in hand. "Gentlemen! Qiao Chuchu is competing in a race! Want to watch?"
They perked up like wilted flowers suddenly hit by sunlight, weakly asking, "What race?"
Little Xie connected his phone to the TV. "I just saw it online—she’s about to start!"
(Actually, one of Qiao Chuchu’s fans had posted about it on her app.)
They immediately turned to the screen.
Qiao Chuchu’s delicate face appeared, her hair tucked under a racing helmet as she stood beside another young racer, both in full gear.
On camera, her features were even more striking—petite, refined, effortlessly photogenic.
The host held up the microphone and asked, "This is a friendly racing competition where, according to the rules, the passenger seat must be occupied by someone with absolutely no racing experience. We’ll be recording the passenger’s reactions throughout the race. Miss Qiao, as the only female contestant here, do you have anything to say?"
Qiao Chuchu smiled politely. "I hope to achieve a good result, and also hope I don’t make my passenger throw up."
The host then turned the microphone toward the young man. "And what about the passenger? Any thoughts?"
The boy’s eyes sparkled as he stole a shy, admiring glance at Qiao Chuchu. "I think I’m really lucky."
"Why’s that?"
He pressed his lips together, his gaze lingering on Qiao Chuchu’s profile. "Because this girl seems both sweet and cool, and she’s really beautiful. I hope I can get her WeChat after this~"
As soon as he finished speaking, he covered his face in embarrassment and laughed.
The atmosphere in the living room instantly turned deathly silent.
Everyone’s eyes were locked onto the bashful young man, their stares so intense they could’ve burned holes through him.
Pei Youchuan stood up, radiating murderous intent as he strode toward the door. "Let me see who dares to ask for her WeChat with me around!!!"
The others wordlessly followed him out.
Shi Yu gave his bodyguard a meaningful look.
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The bodyguard wheeled him away.
Only Little Xie remained in the living room.
Little Xie: "..."
Oh no.
She’d messed up.
