Ah! The Villains I Forced to Turn Evil Can Read My Mind-Chapter 311

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"Madmen!"

"All of you are madmen!!"

Qiao Chuchu was held tightly in Pei Che's arms, her limbs completely restrained.

She struggled with all her might, like a lamb being thrown into a boiling pot of oil: "Let me go!!!"

Pei Che carried her into the room and gently placed her on the bed.

Qiao Chuchu sprang up like a carp, trying to slip through any gap to escape.

Pei Che effortlessly pushed her back down!

She fell onto the soft mattress, disbelief in her voice: "How dare you treat me like this?!"

They surrounded her in a tight circle.

Every face that had once been gentle and kind to her now looked just as refined and beautiful—even as they did something so outrageous.

So beautiful it sent chills down her spine.

She grabbed a pillow and hurled it straight at Pei Che: "Did I waste all my sincerity on you?!"

Their expressions faltered, eyes filled with sorrow as they stared at her in silence.

Qiao Chuchu felt like she was kicking cotton—her anger had nowhere to go. "Say something!"

Pei Che was the first to move.

He bent down to pick up the pillow: "It really isn’t surprising, Chuchu."

Qiao Chuchu: "?"

He knelt on the bed, crawling closer to her, placing the pillow back in its original spot before tilting his head to look at her: "We’ve always been this kind of people."

Qiao Chuchu froze, her gaze darting around at the figures encircling her.

Pei Che followed her line of sight, speaking slowly and deliberately: "From the youngest, Lou Yuejue, to the adults among us—you’ve known from the start that we’re not good people. Every one of us is a ruthless, twisted freak."

Lou Yuejue, standing on the other side, added mournfully: "That’s right, sis. Didn’t you love us before? You said the more twisted a fictional character is, the more appealing they are."

Qiao Chuchu: "..."

Weisheng Yucan smiled brightly: "Exactly, Chuchu. Didn’t you save me because I was the sister you adored so much?"

She glanced at the person beside her: "Our Weisheng family—weren’t we all characters you loved? Now, we all love you too."

Qiao Chuchu’s eyes grew increasingly frantic as they darted between them.

Suddenly, the words her system had once told her echoed in her mind—

"Host, every single person around you is a villain, rotten to the core."

Her face paled, and she instinctively shrank back against the headboard, fear creeping into her voice: "So you think this is my fault? That because I saved you, I deserve this?"

"Of course it’s not your fault!" Lin Qing sat beside her, cupping her face guiltily. "It’s our fault. We shouldn’t have hidden the fact that we could hear your thoughts. We’re the ones in the wrong!"

"If you hadn’t saved us, we’d all be dead by now. You’re our savior!"

Qiao Chuchu couldn’t accept it, her watery eyes pleading with Lin Qing: "Then is this how you treat your savior?"

Her voice trembled, though she didn’t seem to notice: "You’re keeping me locked up here."

Lin Qing’s gentle expression darkened: "But you wanted to run away."

She stiffened.

Lin Qing’s tone turned somber: "None of us want you to leave. We’re not restricting your freedom—you can still go out."

Qiao Chuchu pointed at the door: "Then let me out right now! Let me go!"

"It’s too late, Chuchu," Lin Qing said, taking her hand soothingly. "It’s already 8 PM. The malls are closing—where would you even go?"

She yanked her hand back furiously: "I’m going home!"

Lin Qing chuckled: "But this is your home."

She reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out a property deed, flipping it open to reveal Qiao Chuchu’s name alongside theirs.

They were co-owners of the house.

Lin Qing handed the deed to her like a precious gift: "Our new home is Lan City’s finest mansion, worth 8 billion. You own 82% of it—the rest of us each have 1%. Aren’t you happy?"

Their eyes lifted in unison, watching her reaction eagerly.

Qiao Chuchu threw the deed to the floor: "No, I’m not!"

Their faces fell instantly.

Her chest heaved with anger, but she bit her lower lip hesitantly.

[Am I being too harsh?]

Their despondent eyes immediately lit up with hope.

Qiao Chuchu watched their expressions shift and suddenly realized—

[Wait, they can hear my thoughts!]

[That means even my internal monologue isn’t safe!]

[Ahhh, I can’t think anymore!]

Her face flushed with frustration as she looked up at them.

Their eyes were fixed on her, lips curled in adoring smiles.

Qiao Chuchu shuddered: [How can they still smile at a time like this?!]

[This is like being naked in front of them!]

She snapped, shoving Lin Qing away: "All of you—get out! Now!!"

Lin Qing stubbornly wrapped her arms around her: "We’re not angry anymore. Didn’t you want freedom? Let’s talk properly. Once you truly forgive us, we won’t keep you like this."

Qiao Chuchu pushed her away again, her logic sharp: "You shouldn’t have locked me up in the first place! Letting me go isn’t a favor—it’s what you should do!"

Lin Qing’s voice cracked with sorrow: "But if you leave, you won’t come back! We don’t want to lose you—we love you!!!"

Qiao Chuchu: "?"

Lin Qing poured her heart out: "Just like how you helped us unconditionally before, we’ve been listening to your thoughts. Did you think we wouldn’t be enchanted by them?!"

She grabbed Qiao Chuchu’s hand and slapped her own face with it: "Hit me if it makes you feel better! Do whatever you want—just don’t be angry. Please, hit me!"

Qiao ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‍Chuchu wrenched her hand free: "Stop with the act!"

Lin Qing flinched at her shout.

Blazing with fury, Qiao Chuchu shoved Lin Qing out the door: "All of you—out!"

She pushed Lin Qing into the hallway, then the others, before slamming the door shut with a "Bang!"

Lin Qing’s sobs were muffled through the door: "Chuchu, let’s talk this through!"

Ignoring her, Qiao Chuchu rushed to the window, mustering the courage to look down.

Suddenly, a strong arm wrapped around her waist and yanked her back!

She shrieked in shock: "Ah! Let go of me!"

Pei Fengnong—who had appeared out of nowhere—held her firmly, his voice stern: "Don’t be reckless, Chuchu. Even from two stories up, a bad fall could break your legs or arms. Then you’d really never escape."

She gaped at the door, then back at him: "How are you here?"

[Didn’t I just push everyone out?!]

Pei Fengnong answered matter-of-factly: "I hid behind the curtains during the chaos."

Qiao Chuchu: "?"

He tossed her back onto the bed—and pinned her down!