Ah! The Villains I Forced to Turn Evil Can Read My Mind-Chapter 324

Qiao Chuchu was puzzled by Weisheng Wenzhan's words: "But your parents aren’t here. Who are you jealous of?"

Weisheng Wenzhan picked up the tray without answering and led her into the dining room. "Come on, let’s eat."

Pouting, Qiao Chuchu sat across from him and admired the exquisite breakfast. "Wait, let me take a photo for my social media!"

She flailed around like an excited crab, angling her phone for the perfect shot.

Weisheng Wenzhan rested his chin on his hand, his gaze tender and full of affection as he watched her intently.

After posting, Qiao Chuchu beamed. "Done!"

Wenzhan picked up his phone and checked her update: "Thank you, Mr. Weisheng Wenzhan, for this amazing breakfast! So fancy!"

Weisheng Huailing was the first to comment: "?"

Ying Chen chimed in: "That’s it? This is worth a post?"

Weisheng Lin added: "I’ve never had his cooking in my life. Since when does big brother know how to cook? I thought he couldn’t even pour water."

Weisheng Yucan replied to Weisheng Lin: "The one who can’t pour water is you, idiot."

Weisheng Biehe snarked: "Chuchu, I suggest eating this near an ER in case of poisoning."

Qiao Chuchu: "?"

Embarrassed, she set her phone down. "Don’t mind their comments."

A knowing smile played on Wenzhan’s lips as he locked his phone. "I don’t." He looked pleased. "They’re just jealous of me."

Qiao Chuchu: "?"

She took a bite of the croissant, her eyes lighting up. "This is delicious!"

Wenzhan smirked. "Good. Eat as much as you want."

She savored every bite, slowly finishing everything on her plate.

Just as she finished, Pei Che walked into the dining room. "My turn now."

Qiao Chuchu: "?"

[What kind of secret code are they speaking?]

Wenzhan looked disappointed. "That was fast."

Still, he composed himself and stood. "Go have fun with Pei Che. It’s a beautiful day."

Startled, Qiao Chuchu got up to wash the dishes. "Let me clean up first—"

Pei Che grabbed her wrist and pulled her away. "No need. The housekeeper will handle it."

Stumbling, she followed him.

Wenzhan chased after them with her bag. "Chuchu, your bag."

She reached for it, only for Pei Che to shove her into the car.

Pei Che shot Wenzhan a glare. "Aren’t you going to say goodbye? He made you breakfast, after all."

She nodded and waved. "Bye, Wenzhan!"

Wenzhan waved back, watching as the car drove off. "Have fun."

As ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‍Pei Che turned the wheel and left the estate, Wenzhan shrank into a tiny dot in the distance.

Qiao Chuchu kept staring until a hand forcefully turned her head back.

Pei Che gripped her chin, his expression dark. "That reluctant to leave? It’s not like you’re never coming back."

Wincing, she met his stormy gaze. "No, I was just spacing out."

His expression softened slightly as he returned his hand to the wheel. "I thought his cooking had won you over."

Her lips twitched. "It was just breakfast. It’s not like you’ve never cooked for me."

Pei Che scoffed. "Oh, so you do remember that. Yet you’ve never posted about my cooking."

Qiao Chuchu: "..."

Satisfied by her silence, he smirked. "There’s gum in the glove compartment. Chew it."

She popped a piece into her mouth, suddenly self-conscious. "Do I smell?"

"No." Pei Che shot her a sidelong glance. "But I don’t like the idea of you eating another man’s food. Chew the gum, and I’ll pretend it never happened."

She rolled her eyes. "Where are we going?"

"Tian Xin is hosting an art exhibition. She asked me to invite you."

Her face brightened. "Really? That’s great!"

Seeing her smile, Pei Che’s mood improved slightly. "Make sure to take photos. For your social media."

Qiao Chuchu: "..."

[So petty. Obsessed with my posts.]

Pei Che tightened his grip on the wheel. "Yes, I’m petty. Don’t give me a reason to be, then."

Sighing, she lifted her phone for a selfie, making sure to include Pei Che in the frame, and typed: "Off to an art exhibition with Second Brother! So excited!"

She hit send and showed him. "Happy now?"

Pei Che glanced at it. "You really know how to half-ass things."

Despite his words, his expression had already cleared.

Qiao Chuchu grinned to herself. [Pei Che might seem fierce, but he’s actually easy to placate. Handling him is a breeze!]

Pei Che: "...Hmph."

At the exhibition, he offered his arm.

Resigned, she looped hers through his as they entered.

Artist Tian Xin greeted them at the entrance, delighted. "Mr. Pei! Miss Qiao! Welcome!"

Qiao Chuchu smiled sweetly. "Long time no see, Tian Xin."

A shy, delicate-looking young man peeked out from behind Tian Xin, blushing. "Miss Qiao, it’s been a while."

Pei Che’s face instantly darkened.

Qiao Chuchu nodded politely. "Tian Shan, hello."

Tian Shan ducked his head, smiling bashfully.

Tian Xin’s eyes darted between them before addressing Pei Che. "Mr. Pei, why don’t I show you around? My husband is up ahead. Your sister can stay here with my brother—"

"No." Pei Che’s voice was icy. "I’m staying with Qiao Chuchu."

Tian Shan and Tian Xin froze.

Qiao Chuchu coughed awkwardly. "Second Brother, go ahead. I’ll be fine here."

[This is basic networking. You can’t just refuse.]

She shot him a warning look.

But Pei Che, usually so diplomatic, ignored it. "I said I’m not leaving you."

Tian Shan’s face fell as he glanced at his sister.

Tian Xin forced a laugh. "Ah, siblings these days, so close! Let’s all go together, then."

She signaled to Tian Shan, who quickly perked up. "Chuchu, let’s walk at the back."

Before Qiao Chuchu could agree, Pei Che’s arm snaked around her waist. "No."

His grip turned possessive as he glared at Tian Shan.

Tian Shan gaped at him like he was some kind of pervert. "You—how can you act like this with your sister?"

Pei Che raised a brow. "Sister?"

He tilted his chin up, looking down at Tian Shan. "We grew up in an orphanage. No blood relation. We call each other siblings because I’m older—not because we’re family. Didn’t you know?"

Tian Shan looked like he’d been struck by lightning.

Tian Xin paled. "I had no idea you weren’t actually related. My apologies."

She wanted to dig a hole and disappear.

Her brother had always had a crush on Qiao Chuchu, and she’d been trying to set them up—only to walk straight into her boyfriend’s line of fire.

Pei Che tightened his hold on Qiao Chuchu, his smile polished but insincere. "No worries. Now you know. Shall we proceed?"