Ah! The Villains I Forced to Turn Evil Can Read My Mind-Chapter 154: A Perfect Work of Art?

Wei Sheng Huai Ling sent over a photo: a wall covered with photos.

Several of the photos matched the paintings.

Ying Chen stared in shock, wide-eyed: "So, the painting earlier, he had already decided on the victim's pose but hadn’t figured out who the victim would be, so he left the face out?"

Lou Ting Si furrowed his brow, softly murmuring: "So, that’s why he said it was divine guidance, because Qiao Chuchu came to him of her own accord."

Wei Sheng Bie He’s eyes were filled with killing intent, his fingers tightly gripping the prayer beads: "Heh, interesting."

Wei Sheng Lin frowned deeply: "I’ve always known some people were disgusting, but I never thought it could get this bad. Looks like my perspective was too narrow."

Pei Yuan took Wei Sheng Wen Zhan’s phone and zoomed in on the photo.

In the middle of the wall covered with photos, there was an empty space.

It seemed to be waiting for its owner.

Pei Yuan: "..."

The other Pei family members’ expressions darkened, and they looked at Pei Yuan: "Big brother?"

Pei Yuan stared at the empty space in the photo, his expression unchanged: "Give him the pen."

Everyone froze for a moment.

Pei Yuan locked his phone, calmly hiding the killing intent in his eyes: "We’ll hand him the pen ourselves and make him finish the painting."

After a brief pause, their handsome brows gradually furrowed with deep meaning as they all looked toward Meng Yashu.

Meng Yashu felt the sharp gazes landing on him and turned around, confused.

A line of tall men with different handsome features were all staring at him intently.

Pei Yuan stood in the middle and smiled gently at him.

Meng Yashu slightly furrowed his brow, feeling increasingly uneasy. He politely nodded.

They all nodded in unison, looking him up and down with meaningful gazes before turning to leave.

Meng Yashu: "..."

At the drink station, Qiao Chuchu swallowed a piece of cake, casually glancing around.

A woman with a camera snapped a photo of her!

"Click!"

Qiao Chuchu was startled and tilted her head in confusion: "Are you taking my picture?"

The woman put down the camera and gracefully extended her hand, speaking in English: "Sorry, I’m used to capturing beautiful things. My name is Rila, I’m a photographer and also Meng Yashu’s wife."

Qiao Chuchu politely shook her hand: "Qiao Chuchu."

Rila’s eyes widened in surprise: "So, you’re the eighth Miss Pei? I’ve heard everyone call you Qiao Chuchu."

Qiao Chuchu froze for a moment, surprised that her name had spread all the way to France. She nodded and answered in English: "My full name is Qiao Chuchu, Chuchu is my nickname."

Rila nodded knowingly, her admiration unmasked: "Has my husband met you?"

Qiao Chuchu nodded: "Yes, he has."

"Then he must really like you!" Rila’s eyes lit up as she praised, "You’re so beautiful, like a perfect piece of art!"

Qiao Chuchu was pleasantly surprised and a little happy: "This is the first time I’ve heard such a high praise. Many people say I’m just average-looking."

Rila waved her hand dismissively: "Oh, that’s because they have no taste. You’re very spirited, so out of all the people here, the first one I noticed was you. I’ve also seen your paintings, the wild world, the vibrant colors, it’s such a beautiful fantasy world."

Just as Qiao Chuchu was about to respond, Pei Yuan’s voice came from the other side: "Chuchu."

Qiao Chuchu happily ran towards Pei Yuan: "Big Brother!"

Pei Yuan came straight up to her and calmly informed her: "Something’s come up, we won’t be leaving until tonight."

Qiao Chuchu felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her, utterly disappointed: "Ah? So late? I don’t want to stay here anymore."

Pei Yuan sighed helplessly: "The older brothers have some business to deal with, we won’t be done until it’s dark."

She pouted, a bit upset: "Then I’ll just leave on my own."

"No," Pei Yuan's face darkened, "I’m not comfortable letting you go by yourself. I’ve already informed the driver, and he won’t let you leave alone."

She frowned: "Then I’ll take a taxi!"

Pei Yuan: "You don’t speak French, haven’t exchanged any money, and still have a Chinese SIM card, how are you going to take a taxi?"

Qiao Chuchu: "..."

[Dammit! I actually fell for this!]

Pei Yuan smirked, gently squeezing her hand, soothing her in a warm tone: "Just stay with us until tonight. After that, I’ll buy you a bag, okay?"

She was a little angry: "I don’t want a bag, I have so many bags I can’t carry them all. I just want to leave now, I feel uncomfortable here."

"Big Brother knows you’re uncomfortable." Pei Yuan leaned closer, speaking softly: "Big Brother isn’t comfortable either, but we have to do this. It’s something that must be done."

Qiao Chuchu furrowed her brow and looked at the others: "Then are you all not leaving either?"

Wei Sheng Bie He fiddled with his prayer beads, speaking in an unhurried manner: "We’re all handling business together."

Lou Ting Si nodded.

Ying Chen smiled but said nothing.

Qiao Chuchu sighed, her ears drooping like a rabbit’s: "Fine."

She slumped, "I’ll just wait for you guys then."

Pei Yuan relaxed and gently patted her head: "I’ll have the staff from those brands come to the house so you can pick out what you want. Or you can see what you like now, and I’ll buy it for you."

Qiao Chuchu sat down on the sofa, looking unhappy: "I don’t want anything, you guys go ahead and do your thing."

[Even though I don’t want to stay here, it’s still unavoidable. I can’t mess with their work.]

Pei Yuan smiled with satisfaction: "Then we’ll leave?"

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She nodded.

Pei Youchuan smirked and teased her: "Why isn’t Qiao Chuchu saying goodbye to the older brothers?"

Qiao Chuchu rolled her eyes: "Third Brother, I’m not a kid anymore, right?"

[Why do they always tease me like this!]

Pei Youchuan raised an eyebrow and arrogantly said: "Well, we’re still older than you~"

Qiao Chuchu: "..."

Qiao Chuchu forced a smile, waving her hand: "Goodbye, older brothers~~"

They smiled affectionately and turned to leave.

From afar, Xia Xuechun sat on a sofa, watching Qiao Chuchu.

She stared at her and the men leaving, as if obsessed with a fixation.

A female voice suddenly came from behind her: "Are you envious?"

Xia Xuechun turned around in shock.

Rila stood behind her, smiling, and asked in broken Chinese: "I’ve noticed you staring at that young lady for a long time. Are you jealous of all those handsome men surrounding her?"

Xia Xuechun froze, awkwardly laughing: "What? Of course not, I was just looking."

Rila leaned on the sofa, smiling meaningfully at her: "Do you want to be a model for a painting? I think you’re perfect for playing that girl. Would you like to know more?"

Xia Xuechun: "Huh? Me, a model?"

Gradually, the sky darkened.

The art exhibition grew even more crowded, various people gathering together. On the surface, they were admiring the paintings, but it felt more like a social event.

Qiao Chuchu fell asleep on the sofa.

Meng Yashu stood not far away, staring at her sleeping figure. His eyes moved from her head to her feet, as though engraving her into his heart. He happily left the exhibition and returned to his studio.

He jingled his keys and opened the old door to the basement.

At first glance, it seemed like a dilapidated storage room with nothing of value.

But once inside, he pushed aside a worn cabinet to reveal a new password door.

He unlocked it with his fingerprint, walking in leisurely while humming ShE’s Superstar as he entered the luxurious basement.

"You’re electricity~ you’re light~ you’re the only myth~ I only love you~ You are my superstar~"

Meng Yashu reached the fridge, still humming, picking out some medicine as though selecting jewelry, murmuring: "She has too many people around her. I need to be careful, it’ll take at least three days before I can act."

Pei Yuan: "Three days? That’s too long. The exhibition will be over, and no one will care about your paintings anymore."

Meng Yashu froze, looking back in surprise.

Pei Yuan was standing behind him, looking down at him.

Not just him—Pei Che, Pei Youchuan, Pei Feng Nong, Pei Mu, Pei Ci, Pei Bu Xian were all there.

They lined up, standing to the left of Pei Yuan, smiling as they stared at him.

Meng Yashu: "?!"