Ah! The Villains I Forced to Turn Evil Can Read My Mind-Chapter 282

Lou Tingsi stared blankly at Qiao Chuchu: "Are you... worried about me?"

The others shot him a disdainful look: "Don’t flatter yourself."

Weisheng Biehe pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering darkly: "Overthinking it. She’s concerned about all of us."

Weisheng Lin glanced at Qiao Chuchu and chimed in: "Yeah, our boss is super considerate!"

Weisheng Wenzhan stood opposite Qiao Chuchu, watching her proud expression, the corner of his lips twitching upward.

Qiao Chuchu shrugged it off: "What’s so considerate about that? It’s normal not to come to work when you’re sick, right?"

Then she frowned, puzzled.

[Was I really that terrible before? The kind of ruthless boss who forces people to work even when they’re burning up with fever?]

She tried to recall, but a sharp headache and nausea hit her instantly.

[I can’t remember. It just makes my head throb and my stomach churn.]

Shen Zhuoyan rushed to her side in an instant: "Are you feeling unwell?!"

She nodded, but the discomfort faded as quickly as it came. She turned her gaze to him.

Shen Zhuoyan’s worry was written all over his face as he studied her expression.

She stared back, dazed.

[So strange. There’s something indescribable about this guy.]

Shen Zhuoyan: "?"

The others: "???"

Weisheng Huailing immediately thrust his hand between them, blocking their eye contact!

No staring!

Shen Zhuoyan smacked his hand away!

No interruptions!

Huailing: «! Sis, this jerk hit me!!»

Qiao Chuchu kept her eyes locked on Shen Zhuoyan.

Shen Zhuoyan’s ears burned crimson, his nerves stretched taut like a bowstring, fists clenched in tension.

Could it be that after losing her memory, Qiao Chuchu saw him in a new light?

She leaned in, bringing her lips close to his ear.

The others’ expressions darkened instantly!

Huailing swiftly drew a claw knife, ready to strike at any moment!

Shen Zhuoyan froze, ignoring the jealous glares, stiffly waiting for her to speak.

Her breath brushed against his ear.

He shivered as she whispered eagerly: "You’re my right-hand man, aren’t you?"

Shen Zhuoyan: "?"

Qiao Chuchu beamed at him.

[Just looking at this guy makes me feel like I can trust him completely. Sure, I trust everyone here, but he’s different—like I could turn my back to him without a second thought.]

Pei Buxian exhaled sharply: "...I almost passed out from suspense!"

Pei Fengnong relaxed.

Pei Che wiped the sweat from his palms, unable to hide his irritation: "Big bro, I told you we shouldn’t have let this guy join us!"

Pei ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‍Yuan scowled: "You think I wanted to? He was Chuchu’s pick, not mine."

Pei Youchuan grumbled to his brothers: "We should’ve just hired female bodyguards from the start. It was Weisheng Lin who insisted on keeping options open, regardless of gender!"

He glared at Shen Zhuoyan’s back: "And now look! The ‘options’ are way too open—in every possible direction!"

Weisheng Lin scratched his head sheepishly: "Okay, fine, I just wanted some drama. But you can’t deny Shen Zhuoyan’s loyalty."

Weisheng Wenzhan sneered: "He’s loyal because he’s infatuated. The moment that fades, so will his loyalty."

Weisheng Biehe, eyes closed, calmly twirled his prayer beads: "Betrayal equals death. No need for lengthy discussions."

Weisheng Huailing sheathed his knife but fixed Shen Zhuoyan with a venomous glare.

Shen Zhuoyan met his gaze coldly.

Huailing narrowed his eyes, then shoved Pei Mu aside and flopped onto Qiao Chuchu’s lap.

Everyone: "?"

Qiao Chuchu: "?"

Huailing nuzzled against her like a contented cat, settling in for a nap.

Shen Zhuoyan reached to yank him away—but a glint of silver flashed as a gun barrel pressed against his forehead!

Shen Zhuoyan: "!"

Qiao Chuchu: "?!"

A gun?!

Weisheng Huailing lounged on her lap, lazily aiming the weapon before holstering it with a taunting grin: «Try it. I dare you.»

Shen Zhuoyan: "..."

Huailing smirked at the seething men: «The lap is mine. Go hang an IV drip or something.»

Everyone: "???"

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He flipped them off, grinning shamelessly.

Qiao Chuchu smacked his hand away!

Huailing winced, rubbing his fingers: «Oww, sis! That hurt!»

She shoved him off her lap: "Who said you could lie down here?!"

Weisheng Huailing blinked, then signed pitifully: «But why not? Don’t you remember our tragic orphanage days? We promised to stay together forever, through thick and thin!»

Qiao Chuchu: "? We grew up together?"

The seven Pei brothers chorused: "Don’t listen to his nonsense! The eight of us grew up relying on each other!"

Pei Yuan stepped forward, gently patting her head: "You’re my—"

He caught himself and rephrased: "You’re a girl our family took in. Your name is Qiao Chu, but we all call you Qiao Chuchu."

Kneeling before her, he asked hopefully: "Does any of this feel familiar?"

Qiao Chuchu’s face fell: "So... you’re not my underlings?"

Pei Yuan: "...I’m your honorary brother. Like a neighbor-turned-brother, got it?"

He rested his hands on her knees, pleading: "Don’t you feel anything at all when you look at me?"

She studied him carefully: "I do."

[It’s familiar. A sense of reliance, like I should obey whatever he says—like a mother figure.]

Hesitantly, she said: "You feel like... a mom. Or a patriarch. Am I right?"

Pei Yuan’s smile wavered, disappointment flickering in his eyes.

But only for a second.

He nodded gently: "Yes. You used to jokingly call me ‘male mom.’"

He clasped her hands: "You're Miss Qiao, the one fostered by the Pei family, and the person we cherish most. Because of the age difference, 'brother and sister' became our natural relationship."

Qiao Chuchu looked lost: "So you’re the eldest brother?"

Pei Yuan’s throat tightened: "Yes. I’m your big brother."

Pei Che noticed his trembling voice and bent down: "Bro, why are you crying? The doctor said her memory loss is temporary. She’ll recover. Don’t stress."

Maybe it was the fever, but Pei Yuan’s composure cracked. Covering his eyes, he choked out: "I just... she’s been through too much. One ordeal after another, always getting hurt. Even at her worst before, she never suffered like this."

Tears spilled over: "I failed as her brother. I couldn’t protect her. This is all my fault!"

Watching Pei Yuan’s anguish, Qiao Chuchu’s chest ached.

On instinct, she opened her arms and pulled the crumpled man into a hug.

Pei Yuan shuddered in her embrace.

Her expression remained blank as she patted his back gently. "Don't cry," she murmured.

In a dazed voice, she added, "I can't bear to see you cry."