Ah! The Villains I Forced to Turn Evil Can Read My Mind-Chapter 319

Qiao Chuchu's tears fell without warning: "Brothers, is it really you?"

Pei Yuan thought he was seeing things, rubbing his eyes again and again.

But no matter how many times he blinked, the youthful image of Qiao Chuchu remained before him.

It wasn’t an illusion.

It really was Chuchu!

He rushed toward her!

But Pei Youchuan grabbed his arm: "Wait, big brother! What if this is some ghost trying to deceive us?"

The City of the Dead wasn’t entirely peaceful—there had been cases of spirits devouring souls.

Some could even take the form of those they longed for most.

Qiao Chuchu froze, then hesitantly projected her thoughts: Can you all still hear my inner voice?

Their doubtful expressions flickered like a current had passed through them, eyes widening in shock.

She bit her lower lip, gazing at each of them: On the day of the finale, I said I was willing to talk to you. Do you remember?

Pei Youchuan lunged forward and embraced her: "Chuchu! My Chuchu!"

Pei Yuan: "?"

Qiao Chuchu felt like she’d been rammed by a bull as Pei Youchuan lifted her off the ground!

A nearby auntie shrieked: "What are you doing?! Let go of Xiaoxiao! Her health is fragile!"

But before the words even settled, the newly arrived orphans all surged toward Qiao Chuchu!

Like a horde of mutated zombies, they swarmed around her!

Little Lou Yuejue, tiny as a bean, stomped outside the circle, slapping his thighs in frustration: "Let me in! Let me in!!"

Pei Fengnong snatched Qiao Chuchu into his arms, squeezing her tightly: "Chuchu, I missed you so much!"

Pei Che shoved Pei Fengnong aside and pulled her close.

He said nothing, only tightening his grip, his entire body trembling as if he couldn’t believe this was real.

Pei Mu and Pei Ci swiftly pried Pei Che’s arms open, sandwiching Qiao Chuchu between them in a joint embrace!

Pei Ci crouched, pressing his face against hers: "We’re finally reunited! Even if it’s in the City of the Dead, I’m content!"

Pei Mu’s eyes brimmed with tears: "I was so afraid—afraid that after reincarnation, I’d never see you again. Chuchu, we’ve finally met."

Pei Buxian barreled in from the middle, wrapping his arms around her: "Chuchu, my Chuchu! Let me hold you!"

He sobbed an apology: "I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have locked you away at the end, shouldn’t have made our time together so miserable. I regret it so much! I’m truly sorry!"

Qiao Chuchu struggled under their overwhelming affection: "Wait, wait—you’re going to crush me!"

She looked toward Pei Yuan.

Pei Yuan stepped closer, gazing at her through the crowd.

His eyes were bittersweet—part sorrow, part joy—as he reached out and gently patted her head: "I’m sorry, Chuchu. I made you suffer."

Nearby, Shen Zhuoyan’s eyes reddened: "Chuchu, I owe you an apology too. I’ve waited years to say this to you."

Weisheng Yucan nudged the Pei brothers aside, gripping Qiao Chuchu’s shoulders: "Our parting was too sudden. I wanted to apologize properly—I’m sorry, truly."

Lin Qing wept: "I’m sorry, Chuchu!"

Lin Shen couldn’t speak, but tears streamed down his face.

Qiao Chuchu’s nose stung: "I saw your endings."

They froze.

Tears welled in her eyes—the anger she once held had long faded with time.

"I’m not angry anymore."

None of them had met peaceful ends. Even her brothers had all died by their own hands.

How could she hold onto resentment?

"But that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t apologize," Weisheng Wenzhan murmured, lightly brushing her cheek.

His eyes shimmered: "It’s so good to see you again."

Weisheng Lin nodded vigorously: "Uncle feels the same! Reuniting here is a blessing!"

Huai Ling pushed Yucan aside, clinging to Qiao Chuchu like a lifeline.

Pei Buxian scowled, shoving Huai Ling: "She’s mine!"

Huai Ling didn’t react, only tightening his hold as silent tears fell.

Weisheng Biehe took Qiao Chuchu’s hand: "You’re so small now too—like starting over."

Shi Yu grasped her other hand, smiling gently: "Miss Qiao, it’s been a long time."

Though his expression was calm, his grip was painfully tight.

Lou Tingsi embraced her from behind, voice thick: "I couldn’t find space anywhere else. I’m so sorry for what happened back then."

Ying Chen stepped forward: "Me too."

His gaze was heavy: "After you died, I thought of you every day. Living felt meaningless. But now we’re together again—even if it’s in the City of the Dead, at least we have time to make things right."

Lou Yuejue finally squirmed his way in, hugging Qiao Chuchu’s leg as he looked up: "I missed you so much, sis!"

Then he grimaced: "I’m thirty but stuck in a two-year-old’s body. How disgusting is that?"

Qiao Chuchu studied them.

They had all died within three years of her passing, so their appearances hadn’t changed much.

Only Lou Yuejue was different—having lived alone for over two decades, the brash, fearless youth was gone, replaced by quiet maturity.

Qiao Chuchu laughed through her tears: "It really has been too long."

They blinked, nodding through their own tears.

Her voice trembled: "But... this isn’t the City of the Dead. You’re in the real world."

They: "?"

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Their shocked gazes snapped to Li Lanyu in the bus.

Li Lanyu’s voice echoed in their minds from the driver’s seat: I destroyed the system and ruined Qiao Chu’s plans—owed her a debt. After seeing her memories, I decided to make amends by resurrecting you all and regressing your ages.

Their faces paled.

Resurrected?!

Li Lanyu smirked: That’s why I made you kids. Qiao Chu is only five here. If you were all decades older, how much time would you have together once she grew up?

With that, Li Lanyu hopped down and snapped her fingers.

Everyone except their group froze mid-motion, even their eyes unblinking.

Time itself seemed to halt.

Qiao Chuchu gaped as Li Lanyu strolled toward her—a deity basking in sunlight, the very air parting for her.

She handed over a stack of bank cards: "These hold the assets you left behind in other worlds. All legally transferred to your names."

They took them hesitantly.

Qiao Chuchu accepted her three cards with both hands: "Thank you, Demon Sovereign. I apologize for my rudeness before."

Li Lanyu casually pinched her cheek with a playful smirk. "You're quite the quick learner, little one. But don't worry—I’m tens of thousands of years old. How could I possibly hold a grudge against a kid like you?"

She conjured a thick stack of notebooks and handed them to Qiao Chuchu. "Here’s the revised system settings about you. Take a look, will you?"