Ah! The Villains I Forced to Turn Evil Can Read My Mind-Chapter 197: Pei Youchuan, who is not afraid of heaven and earth, also has people who are afraid

Pei Yuan’s face darkened, clearly displeased, and he turned to leave. "Looks like the outcome is decided. I’m leaving."

Pei Che snorted coldly and walked away.

Pei Feng lowered his head, dejected, following behind.

Pei Mu and Pei Ci glared at him, "An hour! We’ll be back in an hour!"

Pei Bu Xian immediately picked up his phone and set a timer.

An hour countdown began.

He said darkly, "I’ll be back!"

Pei Youchuan looked at their backs, a bit pleased with himself, blinking his eyes. His heart began to beat faster.

What’s going on?

It’s not the first time being alone with her, so why am I nervous?

Pei Youchuan took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

Qiao Chuchu snapped the gift box shut. "Come in."

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He pushed the door open and looked at her by the window.

Qiao Chuchu didn’t turn around, trying to remove the necklace, but her hands were still shaking, making it difficult to undo it.

"My arm hurts so much... Ugh..."

Pei Youchuan walked briskly to her side, lifted her hair, and helped her take off the necklace.

She sighed. "Xiao Xie, did the masseuse arrive? My arm hurts badly."

Pei Youchuan paused, removed the necklace without replying.

Qiao Chuchu turned around and almost bumped into him, startled. "Pei Youchuan?"

She looked up at him. "What are you doing here? And—did you shave your head?!"

Pei Youchuan placed the necklace back in the gift box, somewhat embarrassed, and scratched his head. "I don’t know why the hair in the middle broke off. The sides were too long, so it looked like a receding hairline. I got it shaved short, planning to grow it out again."

Qiao Chuchu: "? Pfft!"

Pei Youchuan: "? What are you laughing at?"

She tried to stop laughing and waved her hands. "Nothing."

[Good thing Pei Youchuan doesn’t know it was me who broke his hair. When he fell, I tried to grab him, but only caught his hair, and it couldn’t withstand the weight—so it snapped. Hahahaha!]

Pei Youchuan: "?!"

Qiao Chuchu’s face turned bright red.

[But... I feel a bit bad not telling him. At least he should know how he went bald.]

She stifled her laughter and looked up. "Actually, I was the one who broke your hair, because I grabbed your hair, and it snapped."

Qiao Chuchu’s eyes curved in amusement, her tone barely hiding the joy. "You’re not mad, right?"

Pei Youchuan raised an eyebrow, smirking teasingly. "You’re quite honest."

Qiao Chuchu suppressed her smile and said seriously, "Yes, at least I should let you know how your hair got ruined."

Pei Youchuan: "..."

Qiao Chuchu stole a glance at him.

[But... Pei Youchuan actually suits a buzz cut.]

[His head is round and full, with a solid dark complexion. His features are deep, with a wild aura. His previous curly hair made him look like a rebellious young aristocrat, but now with a buzz cut, he looks more like a fierce, uncontrollable gang leader.]

Pei Youchuan tilted his head, his lips curving up slowly.

Uncontrollable?

He leaned closer. "Want to touch my head?"

Qiao Chuchu: "?"

Pei Youchuan raised an eyebrow, his deep eyes full of amusement, inviting her, "Feel free to touch."

Qiao Chuchu: "No, it’s too prickly."

Pei Youchuan: "?"

Qiao Chuchu, curious, asked, "Is it okay for you to leave the hospital like this? The doctor said you have a mild concussion and that you lost a lot of blood."

"It’s a bit dizzy, but it’s fine." Pei Youchuan stood up straight. "Nothing is more important than you."

He looked down at her, his gaze intense, as though trying to wrap her in his world, a space only for him.

"You saved my life, so I wanted to come and thank you immediately."

Qiao Chuchu’s eyes glinted mischievously. "If you really want to thank me, how about answering a question?"

Pei Youchuan: "..."

He knew what she was going to ask.

Qiao Chuchu got straight to the point. "Do you have any secrets from me that you’re hiding from others?"

Pei Youchuan’s brows furrowed ever so slightly, a brief flicker of self-reproach in his eyes. "No."

She instantly lost interest, her tone becoming flat. "Oh, then go back to the hospital and take care of yourself."

Pei Youchuan: "..."

He tried to change the subject. "I saw the video of you saving me on Pei Bu Xian’s phone."

Qiao Chuchu pulled the blanket over her, feeling embarrassed. "Yeah, I saw it on the police’s phone too. It was so ugly."

[Because I was carrying a double-door fridge and my hands were killing me. I was desperately trying to save Pei Youchuan and didn’t realize someone was filming me for Douyin!]

[Now the whole internet knows the girl with that twisted face is Qiao Chuchu!]

[But my ID card says Qiao Chu—maybe I can deny that ugly girl was Qiao Chuchu and say she was just Qiao Chu?]

Pei Youchuan sat down by her bed. "No, you didn’t look ugly in the video."

Qiao Chuchu snapped out of her thoughts. "?"

He sat down, gazing into her eyes, honestly saying, "No matter when, you’re always beautiful."

Qiao Chuchu froze, immediately pressing her hand to her chest. "Of course, I know I’m always radiant!"

[Except for that gritted-teeth video!!!]

[Except for the video that went viral across the internet!!!]

Pei Youchuan smiled gently, looking at her slightly trembling hand. "You saved me. I’m so heavy; your hand must’ve hurt a lot."

He took a bottle of muscle rub oil out of his pocket. "Let me give you a massage. This oil is really effective. When I had a muscle strain before, it relieved the pain right away."

Qiao Chuchu firmly refused. "No, I asked Xiao Xie to get a massage therapist. I can’t accept a guy massaging my arm."

Pei Youchuan froze, feeling a bit hurt. "Not even me?"

Qiao Chuchu: "...It’s because it’s you that I can’t."

"Why?" He furrowed his brow, looking a bit desperate. "Is it because I rejected you back then?"

Qiao Chuchu: "?"

[Why is he bringing up the past like Pei Bu Xian? What does the past have to do with this!]

She sighed in exasperation. "It’s because we’re family, massages are a private thing unless you’re my sister or my mom!"

Pei Youchuan didn’t think twice. "You can treat me like your sister."

Qiao Chuchu: "? As if I’d treat you like that—do you expect me to treat your massive chest as if you were my sister?"

Pei Youchuan’s brows furrowed in frustration, and he dropped his hand. "I didn’t even finish the medicine. I just came here to see you."

Qiao Chuchu shot him a cold glance. "You can’t guilt-trip me. I don’t have a moral compass."

Pei Youchuan ignored her, flipping the half-used bottle of medicine in his hand, frustrated. "I just wanted to thank you for saving my life. I didn’t expect you to shut me out just because of my gender."

He looked up at her, like a dog who knew it had done something wrong. "Are you mad at me, Chuchu?"

Qiao Chuchu: "..."

Pei Youchuan’s guilt overwhelmed him. "Is it because I caused you trouble? Is it because I’ve been treating you badly? Is there a barrier between us now, so you’re instinctively rejecting me?"

He anxiously gripped the blanket, eagerly waiting for an answer. "Are you blaming me for neglecting you for seven years?"