Ah! The Villains I Forced to Turn Evil Can Read My Mind-Chapter 152: I have a phobia of intensity, and I can’t see so many handsome guys

Qiao Chuchu was eventually dragged back by Wei Sheng Huai Ling, Pei Bu Xian, and Pei Ci.

She sat in the middle of the rectangular dining table, her face ashen, surrounded by people on both sides.

Surrounded by so many big shots, she had completely lost her appetite. Her voice was weak as she said, "Why did all of you come?"

Wei Sheng Wen Zhan comfortably sat across from her and pushed up his glasses. "Because you cried."

Qiao Chuchu almost cried again. "I'm not crying now. You can leave, there are too many of you, I feel like I'm suffocating."

Wei Sheng Bie He raised an eyebrow and asked with interest, "Miss Qiao doesn't want to be with us?"

She nodded heavily. "I have a phobia of crowds, you're all too close together, it makes me nervous."

【Mostly, there are so many perverts gathered here, I'm shaking! Even my brother standing here makes me nervous! Feels like there's not a single good person in the room!】

Lou Ting Si smiled, clearly pleased, and said, "I received an invitation to an art exhibition earlier, I was planning to go alone, but now that we all have time, why don’t we go together?"

Qiao Chuchu instantly sat up straight, excited. "An art exhibition? That sounds great! I haven't been to one in a long time!"

【There's a lot of space there, not as crowded, they can spread out and won't be in the same space as me!】

【Perfect! Perfect!】

Wei Sheng Huai Ling subtly frowned, looking at the others with a hint of blame in his eyes, like saying, "It’s because of all of you that Qiao Chuchu feels this pressured."

Wei Sheng Lin secretly made a hand gesture, his eyes mocking. "Don’t get ahead of yourself, you’re also within the range of being disliked."

Wei Sheng Huai Ling: "?"

Pei Yuan stood up. "Since Qiao Chuchu wants to go, let’s go."

Qiao Chuchu cheered. "Really? Can we go?"

Pei Yuan nodded without hesitation. "What makes you happy is most important."

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She cheered, "Yay! Let’s go then!"

So they all got in the car and headed to the art exhibition.

Lou Ting Si explained, "This exhibition is being held at the estate of the artist Meng Yashu. He built a special house for this exhibition, so it’s not open to just anyone. The people here are all elites from various industries, and he himself is here too."

Qiao Chuchu nodded excitedly. "I've heard of Meng Yashu, but I’ve never seen his work. To be able to see him in person on my first visit, I’m so excited."

Seeing her so happy, everyone’s expressions brightened, and their smiles grew.

Lou Ting Si smiled warmly. "Mm, as long as you're happy."

Qiao Chuchu ran ahead, her steps light as she entered the exhibition.

Lou Ting Si handed the invitation to the staff. "We’re together."

The staff nodded, pressing their Bluetooth earpiece. "Mr. Meng, Mr. Lou is here."

A man wearing an oatmeal-colored sweater and cardigan walked toward them with big steps. "Mr. Lou, I thought you weren’t coming!"

Lou Ting Si smiled as he embraced him. "Just finished some work and immediately rushed over with friends. How could I not come?"

Lou Ting Si introduced the men, "This is Meng Yashu, the most outstanding artist."

He then spoke to Meng Yashu, "Yashu, these are the seven gentlemen from the Pei family of Lan City, the four gentlemen from the Wei Sheng family, and Mr. Ying Chen from Country M."

Meng Yashu was stunned. "Oh, these are all big names!"

He eagerly shook hands with the men. "Thank you all for coming despite your busy schedules. It’s an honor for me!"

Pei Yuan smiled lightly, replying, "It’s mainly because my sister likes art. We’re just accompanying her."

Meng Yashu realized and turned to look at Qiao Chuchu, his smile faltering.

Qiao Chuchu nodded and smiled at him.

Meng Yashu’s smile gradually disappeared, and he stared at her intently.

It was as if he had seen something strange.

The men’s expressions darkened.

What was that look?

Qiao Chuchu felt uncomfortable under his gaze.

【What’s this guy staring at me for?】

Lou Ting Si swiftly moved in front of Qiao Chuchu, smiling with a hidden edge, teasing, "Mr. Meng, are you staring at such a pretty girl and getting stunned? You can’t be that shallow and unrefined, right?"

Meng Yashu snapped out of it, apologizing with a smile. "Oh, I’m so sorry, Miss Qiao, you’re just so full of spirit that I ended up staring for a while."

Meng Yashu stepped aside. "Please, come in, everyone!"

They masked their displeasure and walked forward.

Qiao Chuchu didn’t plan to follow. "Brother, I’ll go look around elsewhere."

Pei Yuan nodded, casting a cautious glance at Meng Yashu.

Meng Yashu didn’t look at Qiao Chuchu again but instead gave him a sincere smile. "Please."

Pei Yuan suppressed his doubts and walked inside with big strides.

Meng Yashu followed behind, turning back to look at Qiao Chuchu’s retreating figure.

His gaze was fiery, lingering on her for a deep moment, then he reluctantly pulled his eyes away.

Qiao Chuchu stopped in front of a painting, looking up at it.

The theme of the exhibition was called "Fallen."

But the painting depicted various poses of young girls intertwined with flowers.

She walked slowly, the more she looked, the more her brows furrowed.

On the other side, Xia Xuechun yawned in boredom, completely unaware of the meaning of the exhibition.

It just felt like a group of boring people looking at boring paintings.

But she still had to give some thoughts on the art, since she came here with Long Ge.

Right now, it felt like the most exhausting thing in the world was trying to be impressive.

Xia Xuechun pouted, looking at her newly bought Chanel bag, her mood slightly easing. She lifted her head and bumped into Qiao Chuchu, who was walking by.

Xia Xuechun: "!"

Instinctively, she lifted her Chanel bag to cover her face and quickly hid.

Qiao Chuchu: "?"

Why did it feel like she saw Xia Xuechun?

The doubt lasted only for a moment, and Qiao Chuchu didn’t pay any more attention. She stopped and looked up at the painting hanging in the center of the exhibition.

The girl in the painting lay amid a pile of flowers, holding a delicate white flower in her palm, her cheek affectionately pressed against the flowers, eyes closed, with an extremely intoxicated smile.

The light and shadow composition was flawless, and it had Meng Yashu’s unique personal style. The master’s work was undeniable, no flaws in his craftsmanship.

But...

This painting made her uncomfortable.

Wei Sheng Wen Zhan walked over to her side, speaking slowly. "This painting is Meng Yashu’s masterpiece, his most famous work. The woman in the painting is his first love."

Qiao Chuchu furrowed her brows.

She didn’t like this painting, and her tone couldn’t help but turn sharp. "So, he loved his first love, huh?"

Wei Sheng Wen Zhan’s tone was indifferent. "He says he loves her, but I don’t think he does."

Qiao Chuchu was stunned, glancing around to make sure no one was listening before saying, "You think the same as me?!"

【I didn’t expect ‘Good Big Brother’ to think the same as me! No wonder he looks like my son!】

Wei Sheng Wen Zhan: "..."

Qiao Chuchu excitedly asked, "Tell me, what don’t you like about it?"

【Let’s trash talk together, Good Big Brother!】

Wei Sheng Wen Zhan helplessly pinched his brow, speaking with patience. "Let me make it clear, Miss Qiao, I’m not a professional, so what I’m saying is just my personal opinion."

Qiao Chuchu nodded enthusiastically. "Mm! Tell me!"

Wei Sheng Wen Zhan motioned her to come closer. "Come closer and listen."

She tiptoed, leaning in, looking up at him expectantly.

Wei Sheng Wen Zhan lowered his eyes, meeting her bright gaze.

He froze for a moment.

For some reason, the gloomy mood from being called "Good Big Brother" vanished completely.

He quickly noticed that Qiao Chuchu was unsteady because she was tiptoeing. He pressed his hand on her shoulder, forcing her to stand straight. "You don’t need to tiptoe."

Qiao Chuchu froze, about to speak, but before she could, Wei Sheng Wen Zhan leaned down closer to her.

The cold scent on his body brushed past her nose, and his steady voice softly whispered in her ear. "I’ve met too many people who act all polite, so from my experience, those who loudly proclaim love often don’t love enough."

Wei Sheng Wen Zhan’s gaze locked onto her face. "Meng Yashu became famous because he loved this deceased first love. But even though he says he loves her, he still married another woman."

He looked at the painting on the wall. "Meng Yashu says this painting is about missing his deceased beloved, but I think it’s not love in this painting, just desire."

Wei Sheng Wen Zhan lowered his eyelashes, staring at Qiao Chuchu’s small face, inhaling her fragrance, and spoke slowly. "Lust, greed, all kinds of mixed desires."

Qiao Chuchu’s brows furrowed, gently biting her lip.

Wei Sheng Wen Zhan’s gaze dropped to her deep red lips. "I’ve shared my thoughts. What do you think, Miss Qiao?"

Qiao Chuchu bit her lip, hesitating before saying, "I feel like the person in the painting is dead."

Wei Sheng Wen Zhan: "?"