Ah! The Villains I Forced to Turn Evil Can Read My Mind-Chapter 262

Shi Yu raised an eyebrow.

"Brother?"

He signed: *"We seem about the same age. Why are you calling me 'brother'?"*

Weisheng Huailing: "?"

*He knows sign language?*

Qiao Chuchu was equally surprised. "You know sign language too?"

Shi Yu nodded at her. "I taught myself at home. When I had nothing else to do, I dabbled in all sorts of things."

He smiled playfully at Huailing. *"This little brother can read lips, right? You’re quite cute. Do you also call Chuchu 'sister'?"*

Everyone: "?"

*Chuchu?*

Weisheng Huailing narrowed his eyes. *"What if I do?"*

Shi Yu turned to Qiao Chuchu. "Then we share a little brother. How nice."

Huailing’s eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at Weisheng Biehe. *"Did his mouth just say what I think it said?!"*

Weisheng Biehe calmly twirled his prayer beads, exhaled deeply, and closed his eyes. "Yes."

Huailing: "???"

Pei Yuan sneered. "Serve the food."

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Pei Yuan fixed Shi Yu with a piercing stare. "Tonight’s dinner is French. I hope it suits your taste, Mr. Shi Yu."

Shi Yu picked up his knife and fork. "It’s fine, though I don’t have much strength in my hands. My cutting might be clumsy—please excuse me."

Qiao Chuchu glanced at him from the corner of her eye.

Shi Yu’s pale fingers trembled slightly as they gripped the utensils, his grip weak.

She sighed, taking his plate and utensils from him. "We’re all friends here. No need for formal table manners. Let me cut it for you."

Shi Yu looked surprised, then smiled sheepishly. "Sorry for the trouble."

Suddenly, a hand snatched the plate from Qiao Chuchu’s grasp!

She turned in surprise.

Pei Buxian set the plate in front of himself and began aggressively slicing the food, as if venting frustration.

*"How could we trouble our little sister with this? We’ve never let her do housework since she was a child! Let her older brother handle it!"*

He slammed the plate back in front of Shi Yu.

*"Eat!"*

Shi Yu looked down at the mangled food, which resembled a car crash.

He silently met Pei Buxian’s glare.

With a polite smile, he said, "Thank you."

Pei Buxian: "?"

Qiao Chuchu frowned at the mess. "This looks awful. Like something dismembered."

*[Doesn’t this make our table manners look terrible?]*

Pei Buxian froze, flustered as he glanced at her.

She picked up her knife and fork, neatly cut her own portion, and swapped plates with Shi Yu. "Eat mine. I haven’t touched it yet."

The others watched the exchange with displeasure, their expressions tightening.

Shi Yu was touched. "It’s fine. This has... character."

She ignored him and forced the exchange.

The "car crash" was replaced by a perfectly arranged plate.

Shi Yu’s eyes sparkled. "Thank you."

He picked up his fork—

Only for another hand to snatch his plate away!

Shi Yu: "?"

Weisheng Huailing opened his mouth wide, tilted his head back, and shoveled the entire portion into his mouth in one go!

Shi Yu: "..."

Qiao Chuchu: "...?"

Huailing then cut his own appetizer neatly and pushed it toward Shi Yu.

*"Untouched fork, knife, and plate."*

He smirked. *"Eat up, brother."*

Shi Yu: "..."

Suppressing his irritation, he picked up his fork and shot Huailing a resentful look.

Weisheng Huailing grinned smugly, signing to Qiao Chuchu: *"Sister’s cutting tastes the best!"*

Pei Youchuan chuckled. "Mr. Shi, if you can’t even hold a fork steady, you must not have any muscle, huh?"

Shi Yu’s eyelid twitched, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face. "True, I’m frail now. But I have the height for it. Once I recover, I’m sure I’ll develop a good physique."

Pei Youchuan sighed dramatically. "Ah~ but that’ll take ages~ Girls these days love abs. Our Chuchu especially appreciates a fine body."

Qiao Chuchu shot him a look. "What does my preference for abs have to do with you?"

Pei Youchuan hissed through his teeth, lifting the hem of his shirt. *"So hot~ Aren’t you all warm too~?"*

Casually, he revealed his sculpted eight-pack.

Shi Yu: "..."

Qiao Chuchu: "..."

Weisheng Lin smirked from across the table. "What’s so special about that? Everyone here has abs."

Weisheng Biehe glanced at Shi Yu, amused. "Except Mr. Shi Yu, of course."

Weisheng Wenzhan sipped his champagne. "Now, now. Mr. Shi plays the guqin."

Pei Fengnong scoffed. "I can play piano. We all learned instruments growing up."

Pei Mu said mockingly, "He plays the *guqin*. Can you?"

Pei Ci eyed Shi Yu. "Mr. Shi is certainly unique—different hobbies, different talents. But what’s the point? It’s not like he makes a living from it."

Qiao Chuchu: "..."

*What is this?*

*Are they all ganging up on him?*

*Why?*

She opened her mouth to defend him, but Shi Yu spoke first.

"If we all learned the same things, where’s the individuality?"

The others glared at him.

He dabbed his lips with a napkin and smiled gracefully. "All of you play piano. But I’m different—I play piano *and* guqin. That means if Miss Qiao ever wants to hear traditional Chinese music, I can perform for her."

He turned to Qiao Chuchu warmly. "Miss Qiao, if there’s anything you’d like to hear, just ask. Even if I don’t know it, I’ll learn."

Pei Che sliced his food coldly. "If Chuchu wants to listen to music, I can take her to a concert. No need to trouble yourself, Mr. Shi."

Shi Yu chuckled. "A song played for a crowd isn’t the same as one played for a single person. The emotional weight is different."

*"Take hands, for example. They’re always visible, always there—but not for anyone to hold. Their place belongs to one person. Only one can interlace fingers with mine."*

His gaze lingered on Qiao Chuchu. *"A concert’s music is for many. But my guqin is only for Miss Qiao. That uniqueness—that’s what carries meaning."*

Suddenly, Shen Zhuoyan yanked him out of his seat!

Shi Yu: "?!"

Shen Zhuoyan shoved him squarely between Weisheng Lin and Weisheng Biehe, glaring. *"Sit here. Since you love talking so much, the center suits you."*

The others raised their brows, silently praising Shen Zhuoyan.

*Well played.*

Pei Yuan wiped his mouth, pleased. "Mr. Shi, stay there. We’re all brothers here—easier to look after you."

Trapped between Weisheng Lin and Weisheng Biehe, Shi Yu’s expression darkened.

Qiao Chuchu lost her appetite and stood.

Shen Zhuoyan noticed immediately. "Miss Qiao—where are you going?"

The table fell silent as everyone turned to her, concerned. "What’s wrong? Not eating? Feeling unwell again?"

The overlapping voices of so many men made her head throb.

"I’m going out for some air."

The sound of a chair scraping against the floor echoed as someone spoke up: "Should I go with you?"

Qiao Chuchu’s expression darkened, and she turned to glare at them. "No!"

They stood by the table, taken aback by her sudden outburst, staring at her in surprise.

Shen Zhuoyan stepped forward. "Miss?"

"You’re not coming with me either," Qiao Chuchu commanded. "Stay right here at home!"

Shen Zhuoyan: "..."

With an irritated glance at them, Qiao Chuchu turned and walked away without another word.

[So clingy, always bickering and scheming against each other—what’s even the point?]

[So damn annoying!!]