Ah! The Villains I Forced to Turn Evil Can Read My Mind-Chapter 89: Qiao Chuchu, no wonder you are so dragged, it turns out that you have seven husbands

Grandma Zhang hooked her arm around Xia Xuechun’s and gestured for her to sit down, patting her hand affectionately: “Don’t mind this person, you’re the most perfect daughter-in-law in my heart. I think girls should be like you, able to cook and take care of others, that’s what makes you independent and dignified.”

The old lady smiled gently, her gaze drifting slightly toward Qiao Chuchu: “Don’t be like some people who have never cooked a meal in their life, spoiled and pampered. How will they ever survive in society like that?”

Qiao Chuchu sneered: “I think a woman’s independence shouldn’t be defined by just one thing. Cooking is a form of independence, but certainly not the only one. For example, earning money and hiring a maid is another form of independence. And throwing a nasty old lady’s face in the dirt is also a form of independence.”

Grandma Zhang choked in anger, glaring at Pei Yuan and Pei Che, and sarcastically said, “Oh, so you’re independent? Then which one of these two is the husband you’re getting a vasectomy for?”

Pei Yuan: “?”

Pei Che: “?”

Qiao Chuchu: “?”

She only just noticed that Pei Che was sitting on her left and Pei Yuan on her right.

[When did they come in?]

Xia Xuechun froze for a moment and started to explain, “Grandma Zhang, they’re not—”

Pei Yuan: “I am.”

Pei Che: “I am.”

Qiao Chuchu: “?”

Xia Xuechun: “?”

Grandma Zhang: “?”

Pei Yuan and Pei Che exchanged a glance, pointing at each other—

“He’s not, only I am.”

“He’s not, only I am.”

Qiao Chuchu: “?”

Xia Xuechun: “?”

Grandma Zhang: “? Which one of you is it?”

Pei Yuan and Pei Che’s eyes darkened with anger, both unwillingly looking away and saying in unison, “We both are.”

Qiao Chuchu froze.

Xia Xuechun froze.

Grandma Zhang’s face went pale, her eyes darting back and forth between the three of them, confused and at a loss: “What... what is this? Did your parents agree to this?”

Pei Che’s expression remained stern. “They passed away.”

Grandma Zhang looked at Pei Yuan. “And you?”

Pei Yuan’s face remained emotionless. “He and I are biological brothers.”

Grandma Zhang: “Brothers in the same family?!”

She looked at Qiao Chuchu in shock: “How did you manage this?!”

“No need to ask me, wife.” Pei Che crossed his legs, lazily and casually: “I can see you’re probably wealthy, so you should understand. In our circle, as long as both parties agree, a man can have many women, and similarly, women can too.”

Qiao Chuchu was struck dumb: [Women can, but I don’t know if I can.]

“I say you can, so you can.” Pei Che’s dark gaze fell on her face. “Get a little backbone, okay, babe?”

Pei Yuan didn’t speak, simply resting his arm on the back of Qiao Chuchu’s chair, calmly watching Grandma Zhang.

Qiao Chuchu: “!!!!”

[Even though they’re showing off in front of strangers, I feel like I’m going to suffocate.]

She couldn’t accept it and lowered her voice, “What are you two doing?”

Pei Yuan remained unfazed, quietly replying, “Pretending to be your vasectomy husband.”

Pei Che didn’t speak, acknowledging it silently.

Qiao Chuchu: “?????”

[This can’t be a joke! Xia Xuechun is right across from us!]

Xia Xuechun’s face turned pale!

So, Pei Yuan and Pei Che were in this kind of relationship with Qiao Chuchu?!

They were willing to get a vasectomy just to avoid having sinful children?

No wonder the seven Pei family masters didn’t have partners and were so nice to Qiao Chuchu!

Xia Xuechun’s brain short-circuited, her eyes wide in shock, unable to speak.

Qiao Chuchu was sweating profusely, pushing their heads closer together: “Now that you two said that, Xia Xuechun must think there’s something going on between the three of us, look at her, she’s frozen!”

Pei Yuan nonchalantly glanced at Xia Xuechun: “Why don’t you get along with this old lady?”

Qiao Chuchu cleared her throat and naturally leaned close to his ear: “This old lady is my former upstairs neighbor.”

Pei Yuan’s breath hitched when he felt her body lean closer, her warm breath brushing his ear.

His body instinctively tensed, his pale hand gripping the patient gown, his Adam’s apple involuntarily bobbing up and down.

Pei Che squinted his eyes and immediately yanked Qiao Chuchu back.

“Then why don’t you two get along?”

Qiao Chuchu leaned closer to his ear: “Her grandson runs around upstairs all day long, making noise. It’s been disturbing my work. I politely went to talk to them several times, but they wouldn’t listen. Later, this old lady scolded me, saying I was being melodramatic and accusing her unfairly.”

Thinking about it made Qiao Chuchu unhappy: “So I went and got five shirtless, tattooed big guys to pretend to be my brothers. We stood in front of the old lady’s house, eating hotpot, sleeping on the floor. After that, the old lady quieted down.”

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Pei Che: “......”

Shirtless tattooed big guys pretending to be her brothers?

The more he thought about it, the more absurd it seemed: “Why didn’t you get us? Aren’t we your brothers?”

Qiao Chuchu shrugged: “Our relationship isn’t close enough for you to help me with trouble. Besides, you’re all just pretty faces, how could you be more intimidating than a tattooed big guy?”

[Plus, I’ve already treated you like that, I can’t just keep running to you when I need help. I’ll handle my own problems and wipe my own ass.]

Pei Che’s brows furrowed into a knot, and he muttered softly, “Am I still your brother in your heart?”

Qiao Chuchu didn’t hear him, leaning in closer to his ear: “So, I’m going to win this verbal fight by myself. Second brother, you and big brother just stay out of it, okay?”

Her voice was gentle, drifting into Pei Che’s ear like ripples, stirring something deep within him.

Pei Che blinked in confusion, his body tensed under his white coat, his breathing becoming erratic.

When Qiao Chuchu stepped away from him, his expression returned to normal, but his ears were still as red as a tomato.

Xia Xuechun’s sharp eyes noticed: “Qiao Chuchu, you also brought chicken soup? Did you make it yourself?”

Grandma Zhang sarcastically remarked: “You heard it, she’s so delicate, can’t do anything herself. This chicken soup definitely has nothing to do with her.”

Qiao Chuchu dropped her leg and relaxed her posture: “I killed the chicken.”

Grandma Zhang: “?”

Xia Xuechun: “?”

Qiao Chuchu looked at her pale pink nails and calmly continued: “First bled it, then plucked it, disemboweled it, took out all its insides, and left it hollow.”

Grandma Zhang: “......”

Xia Xuechun: “......”

Pei Yuan, holding the chicken soup: “So you killed the chicken.”

Qiao Chuchu: “?”

Pei Yuan tasted it carefully: “Mm, it’s very fresh.”

Pei Che reached out: “Let me try.”

Big brother Pei Yuan handed him the bottle cap.

Pei Che took a sip, nodding: “It’s fresh, looks like Qiao Chuchu’s chicken-killing skills haven’t diminished over the years.”

Qiao Chuchu: “......”

They actually believe it!

A familiar male voice sounded: “What are you three doing here?”

The trio turned around.

Pei Bu Xian, with platinum short hair, was walking toward them with a laptop, looking displeased at Qiao Chuchu: “You came back and didn’t greet me? I’ve been at home writing novels.”

Grandma Zhang’s mouth dropped open in disbelief, staring at Qiao Chuchu: “You actually have another one?!”

Qiao Chuchu’s corner of the mouth twitched.

Pei Bu Xian, confused: “Another one?”

Grandma Zhang trembled, pointing at Pei Yuan: “He’s the eldest.”

Then pointing at Pei Che: “He’s the second.”

Finally pointing at Pei Bu Xian: “And you, who are you?”

Pei Bu Xian frowned: “I’m the seventh.”

“?!” Grandma Zhang’s blood pressure shot up: “Qiao Chuchu, no wonder you’re so powerful, turns out you have seven of them!”

Pei Bu Xian: “?”

Pei Che: “......”

Pei Yuan: “......”

Qiao Chuchu: “......”