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

Chapter 180

Weisheng Huailing: "Huh? Doesn't crying work with her? What about being clingy? If all else fails, I can even confess, can't I?"

Pei Che: "We don't know what the consequences of confessing will be. Plus, even if you confess, she'll get mad... very mad!"

Huailing: "... "

Weisheng Huailing sent a panicked emoji.

He: "Then what should I do, boohoohoo?"

Pei Buxian's hands trembled as he typed: "It's not about what you should do."

Lou Tingsi picked up the thread: "It's about what all of us should do."

Huailing: "... "

Yu Can glanced at the group chat, scrolling from top to bottom, her face turning greener by the second: "How did Qiao Chuchu suddenly find out? What if she refuses to talk to us anymore?!"

Wen Zhan remained motionless, maintaining his pose.

Yu Can, frustrated, said: "Stop posing already and think of a solution! This is the critical moment—you love-brains should at least contribute something!"

Wen Zhan's eyes darkened as he shot her a cold glance: "What are you yelling at me for? I'm not a love-brain."

Yu Can's palm was sweaty, struggling to dry it, her anxiety mounting: "I approached her with purpose at first, yes, but this girl is so endearing. She genuinely cares for me, and I genuinely care for her too."

"I’ve paved the way for Qiao Chuchu, teaching her how to connect with art world big shots, how to make big money, and how to climb her way to the top of the art world. I’ve planned everything!"

Yu Can grabbed Wen Zhan's arm: "I admit I initially used her, but now I’m sincere with her!"

Wen Zhan's expression grew darker: "Then let's confess."

Yu Can shook her head decisively: "No way. The story isn't over yet. I’ll confess at the end, for sure!"

She spoke nervously: "Besides, I’ve read tons of system-type novels, and the setups are always like this: once the system’s secrets are known to the side characters, the world collapses. For us, we feel alive, but in reality, we’re just paper people. Our lives aren’t worth much!"

Wen Zhan's face grew grim: "If you’ve already decided to hide it from her, then why are you agonizing over it?"

Yu Can felt absurd: "Because it hurts, dammit! I’m now sincere with her, yet she's turning cold toward me. Isn't that the same as dangling me along? I refuse to believe you don’t feel the same!"

"I don’t feel anything," Wen Zhan said, expressionless, as he turned and walked away: "Not a thing."

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In the restroom, Qiao Chuchu pulled out a bracelet that had mysteriously appeared in her pocket.

She sneered: *Just now, Xia Xuechun suddenly bumped into me, and I felt my pocket being tugged. Sure enough, she slipped a bracelet into my pocket.*

Wen Zhan, who had been about to knock on the door, paused upon hearing her voice, holding his breath to listen.

*In the first timeline, I didn’t notice this bracelet, so I fell for Xia Xuechun and Lan Ying’s scheme. Old Madam accused me of stealing her precious bracelet.*

*Even though I later proved my innocence and Old Madam apologized, the experience of being framed left a mark. Many bystanders never even realized I was innocent.*

*And back then, I had no idea who was behind the framing. It wasn’t until later that I heard Xia Xuechun admit it.*

Qiao Chuchu let out a cold chuckle: *I truly thought she wouldn’t stoop to framing someone, so I considered everyone but her.*

*But how could I have forgotten? Xia Xuechun has always been relentless, acting by her own twisted logic. She can swap a plastic bracelet for jade, all while maintaining her righteous demeanor. She can also confess to Ji Yanchuan while he’s still engaged.*

*I need to find a way to return this bracelet.*

*If only I could turn the tables in a big way and send her a feast of jewelry as payback for her theft.*

*But alas, I’m just stealthy, not some legendary thief. I guess I’ll have to quietly return the bracelet to Xia Xuechun and let her face the consequences.*

She stashed the bracelet away, ready to step out, when the door swung open.

Weisheng Wenzhan walked in, flanked by his bodyguard.

The atmosphere in the room grew heavy the moment he entered.

Qiao Chuchu’s demeanor turned frosty yet polite as she glanced at him.

Wen Zhan’s dark eyes flickered as he took slow, deliberate steps toward her: "Miss Qiao."

Qiao Chuchu gave a nonchalant "Hm."

He lowered his eyelashes, hesitating before extending his hand toward her.

She frowned, purposely dodging, but Wen Zhan firmly grasped her wrist!

She resisted, trying to pull back!

Wen Zhan’s grip tightened, his palm freezing cold.

He seemed oblivious to her rejection, locking his intense gaze on her, his tone steady yet firm: "My bodyguard just informed me that someone placed something in your pocket. Is that true?"

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When did he say that?

Qiao Chuchu shot a wary glance at the bodyguard: "How do you know? I didn’t notice you."

The bodyguard opened his mouth: "Uh..."

Weisheng Wenzhan’s face paled: "He’s a professional pickpocket, so his skills in this area are razor-sharp. He caught it from afar."

The bodyguard blinked, then nodded furiously: "That’s right! That’s right!"

Qiao Chuchu narrowed her eyes suspiciously, scanning Wen Zhan: "Really?"

*I can’t help but feel there’s something fishy about him stepping in to help. I’ve lost too much trust in people hiding secrets.*

Wen Zhan’s grip on her wrist tightened unconsciously as he glanced at the bodyguard.

The bodyguard caught the cue, standing straighter and introducing himself: "Miss Qiao, I’ve served ten years in prison for theft. Mr. Weisheng gave me a second chance at life, and I now serve as a skilled professional by his side. My eyes are astute, and my skills are unparalleled. There’s nothing you can think of that I can’t steal!"

Qiao Chuchu’s mouth twitched: "...That’s quite the skill set."

*This is hard not to be tempted by!*

*One gold chain just doesn’t cut it for me. I want to overwhelm her with chains, bracelets, and bangles, turning Xia Xuechun into a human Mummy!*

*Alas, I don’t have the skills. All I can do is slip my bracelet in, but that feels too risky—there’s a high chance of getting framed back. Someone else’s bracelet would be far better.*

*Even though it’s a bit of a stretch, I really want to see Xia Xuechun get her just desserts.*

"What do you think?" Wen Zhan pulled her closer, looking down at Qiao Chuchu, his tone steady yet laced with a hint of persuasion: "Are you tempted?"

Qiao Chuchu: "... "

She hesitated, looking up at him.

Wen Zhan’s pitch-black eyes held a flicker of tension: "We’re in this together. Being framed for theft doesn’t just affect you—it reflects poorly on me and my sister. We need to strike back."

He leaned down, locking eyes with her, his every word carrying the weight of sincerity, as if offering his very heart.

"You need him."

"And you need me."

"So." He looked deeply into her eyes: "Let me help you."