Ah! The Villains I Forced to Turn Evil Can Read My Mind-Chapter 317

Pei Yuan held her tightly, tears streaming down his face: "Yes, you won. You helped us win. It's our fault. We shouldn't have locked you up. Don’t be angry with us. As long as you’re healthy, we’ll do anything. We’ll never lock you away again! I’m sorry, Chuchu!"

Their eyes were red and brimming with tears as they gazed at her.

She no longer had the strength to speak.

In her heart, she thought: I’m willing to talk things out with you openly, to see if there’s any way to turn things around.

Their eyes lit up. "Really?"

She weakly blinked.

But the system said: "No time left, Host. You only have one life remaining. I’m sending you to another world to complete your mission."

Qiao Chuchu: "? Send me to another world? What about this one?"

The group froze, unsure who she was speaking to.

The system replied: "You can’t come back. Your lifespan in this world is exhausted, and I need to allocate your remaining life to another world. You have tasks to complete."

"Transferring soul now—"

"Ten, nine, eight—"

Qiao Chuchu’s face paled in horror. She clutched Pei Yuan’s hand. "This time, I’m really going to die. My life is being sent to another world. I want to tell you all—actually, I—"

Her pupils dilated sharply, her breath cut off, and she died in Pei Yuan’s arms.

Pei Yuan: "..."

He cradled her lifeless body, lifting her face in confusion. "Chuchu?"

Qiao Chuchu didn’t respond.

Her eyes were open, but the light in them was gone, her body limp under his touch.

Pei Che quickly checked her pulse.

It had stopped.

His face twisted in panic as he pulled her away, intending to perform CPR—only to see the gaping bullet wound in her chest.

There was no way to save her now.

He grabbed his phone. "Call an ambulance! Hurry!"

The others stared at her lifeless body, calling her name in despair. "Chuchu!!"

Pei Buxian gripped her hand like a madman. "Why isn’t my Chuchu coming back?! She said she still had one life left?!"

Shi Yu, seated in his wheelchair, watched her lifeless form before suddenly coughing up blood.

Lou Yuejue was the most devastated, sobbing as he hugged her. "Sister! Dad, save her! I don’t want her to die! I was wrong! I know I was wrong!!!"

Cries and shouts filled the air, chaos reigning as everyone called out her name.

Qiao Chuchu’s soul drifted further away, the voices fading into indistinct echoes.

When she opened her eyes again, she stood in an unfamiliar place.

"Bzzzt… Loading new world."

Dazed, she looked around and realized she was in an orphanage.

She glanced down at herself.

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She was a child again.

"New world connection successful. This time, you’ve been assigned the ‘Switched at Birth’ script. You’ll play the fake heiress, going for a blood test alongside the real heiress. Someone will tamper with the results, ensuring you’re recognized as the fake heiress and live with the real family while the true heiress suffers in the orphanage."

"You know the drill, so I won’t explain further. Here’s your script."

Qiao Chuchu’s eyes darkened. "No."

The system: "? No?"

She took a deep breath, her childish voice firm. "I won’t ruin an innocent girl’s life. She’s the real blood relative. Why should I take her place?"

"Because the script says so! Because you agreed to this!"

Qiao Chuchu sat on a stone bench, lost in memories of her brothers’ cries.

She could never return to that world.

There, she had done many things against her will.

This time, she refused to hurt anyone else.

Her chest ached as she calmly argued, "I’ll fight through heaven and earth if you ask, but I won’t steal an innocent girl’s future by pretending to be her."

She gave up resisting. "Punish me if you must. Even though this body is young, my soul is old. No matter how you torment me, I won’t play the fake heiress."

The system fell silent before growling, "Fine. Then we’ll reset. I’ll make you obey like I did before!"

A sharp pain tore through her chest!

Qiao Chuchu doubled over, eyes shut—but flashes of memories assaulted her.

Pei Buxian stood hopelessly on a rooftop, eyes closed, before leaping off.

Pei Fengnong drank himself into the hospital, his hand slipping limply from the emergency bed as his heart monitor flatlined.

Pei Mu and Pei Ci lay on her bed, clutching her blankets, seemingly asleep—but their chests didn’t rise. They weren’t breathing.

Pei Youchuan, unshaven and disheveled, held her urn in one hand and a revolver in the other.

He pressed the gun to his temple.

"Bang!"

The scene shifted—

A bathtub filled with crimson water.

Pei Che floated in it, motionless, like a statue submerged in water.

The vision panned upward to show Shen Zhuoyan standing by the sea, walking resolutely into the waves.

Another flash—Pei Yuan stood before a cemetery, tears silently rolling down his face as he gazed at the rows of graves.

He smiled in resignation. "Wait for me. I’ll be there soon."

Qiao Chuchu jolted awake, frantic. "System, take me back! My brothers are all trying to die! Even Shen Zhuoyan is gone!"

The system seemed to respond, but static drowned out its words.

Terrified, she shouted, "System?? System?!!"

There was no answer.

For two whole years, the system remained silent.

She stayed in the orphanage, watching flowers bloom and wither, turning down every family that wanted to adopt her, growing quieter with each passing day.

She dreamed of the Pei family’s demise.

Before Pei Yuan died, he divided his wealth among the Weisheng, Lin, and Lou families.

But they, too, perished one by one.

Their enemies were many, and after her death, they were all distraught, their minds elsewhere. Only Lou Yuejue endured, living alone for years—but even he met a tragic end.

None of them died peacefully.

When Lou Yuejue finally passed, the dreams stopped.

Their faces blurred in her memory, requiring effort to recall.

She sat quietly on a swing, the other children eyeing it enviously but not daring to challenge her.

They feared her.

Though she looked their age, her silence and aura had made her an unintentional leader among them.

It was fine.

Quiet.

A caretaker approached. "Xiao Xiao, someone wants to meet you."

Numbly, she stepped off the swing and took the woman’s hand.

The aunt admonished her, "Listen, this family that’s taken an interest in you is clearly very wealthy. You better seize this opportunity. You’re already five years old—any older, and no one will want to adopt you!"

She nodded silently, like a little mute, and was led into the reception room.

The aunt smiled as she nudged her inside, saying to the people in the room, "Call me if you need anything."

She kept her head down the entire time, unwilling to meet anyone’s gaze or be adopted, focusing only on the tips of her shoes.

A magnetic feminine voice reached her—

"Your name is Qiao Chu, right?"

The name sounded so distant, stirring something in Qiao Chuchu’s heart. She blinked in surprise and looked toward the source of the voice.

The reception room was packed with stunningly attractive people.

And every single one of them was a uniquely handsome man.

Dog ears? Dog tails? And rabbit ears?!

A group of tall, striking men—all with animal features?!

Qiao Chuchu: "...Is this some kind of cosplay?"

At the center of the circle of handsome men sat a radiant woman.

She had waist-length golden hair, wore a skimpy halter top and shorts, and gazed at her with a playful smile.

This woman was even more beautiful than Weisheng Yucan!

Qiao Chuchu was so awestruck she couldn’t speak.

[Oh my god, how is she this gorgeous?!]

The woman froze, exchanging glances with the others. "How can I hear this little girl’s thoughts?"