Ah! The Villains I Forced to Turn Evil Can Read My Mind-Chapter 275

Qiao Chuchu hesitated for a moment, then nodded and led him to the entertainment room on the second floor.

The moment the door was pushed open, Lin Shen caught a faint whiff of disinfectant.

He peeked inside and was stunned by the sight before him, his eyes widening in shock.

The spacious room was filled with luxurious movable hospital beds.

Each bed held a person.

He slowly stepped forward, seeing Pei Yuan and the others lying there feverish and unconscious, and asked in disbelief, "Did you infect all of them?"

Qiao Chuchu sighed helplessly. "Yes."

Lin Shen was too stunned to speak. "What did they even do to get infected this badly?"

"Not much, really. They just talked to me under the same roof." Qiao Chuchu frowned worriedly. "If I’d known I couldn’t drive them away, I wouldn’t have let them breathe."

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Lin Shen: "?"

Little Xie came to find Qiao Chuchu. "Miss, breakfast is ready. Please come take a look."

Qiao Chuchu adjusted her coat and followed Little Xie out.

Lin Shen’s brow furrowed as he glanced back at the sick men one last time before quickly catching up to Qiao Chuchu.

The kitchen was lined with small bowls of porridge and plates of side dishes.

Little Xie held a tablet, taking notes. "Mr. Pei the Second doesn’t eat cilantro, and Mr. Pei the Seventh can’t handle spicy food. But the gentlemen from the Wei Sheng Family didn’t specify their dietary restrictions."

Qiao Chuchu scanned the dishes. "It’s fine. Just prepare extra portions—some spicy, some mild. But don’t make too much, or it’ll go to waste."

"Yes, Miss."

Lin Shen stood at the kitchen doorway, watching Qiao Chuchu give instructions like the lady of the house. "They probably won’t have much appetite with their fevers, so just wait outside wearing masks. If anyone rings, go in. If someone’s appetite improves, you can add more then."

Lin Shen stared at her back, his lips pressed into a bitter line. "You’re so considerate, Chuchu."

Qiao Chuchu turned to him. "What?"

He stood dejectedly in the doorway, like a discarded failure, forcing a weak smile. "Nothing."

Seeing her care for them so attentively reminded him of the past, when Qiao Chuchu had been with him.

She had always been popular.

In his art studio, her beauty and poise had drawn in wealthy young men who couldn’t even hold a brush properly.

Maybe Qiao Chuchu wasn’t well-liked in her own social circle.

But among strangers, it was hard not to be drawn to her talent, looks, and sincerity.

Back then, suitors showered her with flowers and gifts, but she always refused. "I’m sorry, I can’t accept this."

She never left any room for hope, cutting off every confession cleanly.

Gradually, people realized she was unshakable, and the crowd around her thinned.

He had watched it all unfold, and with every rejection, his own courage to confess dwindled.

But to give her flowers, he bought bouquets for everyone in the studio—just so he could give her one with a plausible excuse.

A friend hinted, "Haven’t you noticed? Qiao Chu seems to like you! She painted the flowers you gave her!"

Only then did he realize: out of all her suitors, she had only ever accepted his gifts.

Lin Shen’s frown deepened, his face paling as a cruel thought surfaced.

He had once been Qiao Chuchu’s only exception.

But not anymore.

And never again.

Qiao Chuchu instructed the maids, "Take these trays to their rooms."

The maids nodded and carried the trays away.

Qiao Chuchu turned to leave as well.

Lin Shen stood behind her, and the moment the others were gone, he suddenly grabbed her hand.

"Can you not go take care of them?"

Qiao Chuchu looked at him in surprise.

Lin Shen kept his head down, gripping her hand tightly. "I can hire professional nurses for them, the best ones. But please… don’t go yourself. Okay?"

Qiao Chuchu was baffled. "Are you worried I’ll get infected?"

Lin Shen: "No."

Meeting her confused gaze, he said earnestly, "I can’t stand seeing you care for other men."

Qiao Chuchu froze, then yanked her hand away. "What kind of reason is that?!"

She glared. "I’m taking care of them because they helped me! It has nothing to do with their gender! If it were Sister Lin Qing, I’d be even more attentive!"

Lin Shen knew she was right—but he couldn’t help it!

Surrounded by so many outstanding suitors, he felt dull and insignificant in comparison.

He reached for her again, his fingers encircling her slender wrist with room to spare.

Qiao Chuchu didn’t struggle, just stared at him coldly.

Lin Shen couldn’t meet her eyes. "Your hand is so small."

He squeezed gently, his voice breaking. "I can hold you so easily… but I still feel like I can’t keep you."

Qiao Chuchu: "...Do you know why you can’t hold onto me?"

Lin Shen looked at her with tear-filled eyes.

Her expression was icy. "Because I don’t belong to you. You’ve crossed a line, Senior."

Lin Shen’s breath hitched, the color draining from his face.

Qiao Chuchu didn’t pull away immediately, laying out the truth like unraveling a thread. "Senior, to be honest, I did like you once. But that was in the past. When you chose to leave for abroad without a word, our connection was already severed."

Her voice was calm. "You saw me clinging to my brother and thought I was disgusting. You couldn’t accept it, so you left. To this day, I still think you made the right choice. Even if we had gotten together, it wouldn’t have ended well."

[Because back then, my role was to torment my brother. My feelings were worthless—just part of the plot. After finishing that storyline, I was meant to die. There was never going to be a happy ending for us.]

Lin Shen’s pupils constricted as he listened, stunned.

Qiao Chuchu pulled her hand free. "Don’t worry. Even though you’re still hung up on the past, time will fade those feelings. Emotions aren’t set in stone. You’re a rational person—surely you understand?"

Lin Shen let out a hollow laugh, tears glistening. "Then if you had a husband, and he fell for someone else, would you try to make him love you again?"

Qiao Chuchu answered without hesitation. "Of course not. I have my own life to live. Besides, if his heart belongs to someone else, how could he control that?"

Lin Shen: "Then how can I control mine?"

Qiao Chuchu: "?"

Lin Shen’s voice trembled with tears. "Do you think I can just turn off my feelings?!"

His tears spilled over. "You call me rational, but look at us now—who’s the rational one here?! It’s you!"

Qiao Chuchu was speechless for a moment before closing her eyes. "I just don’t want you stuck in the past. It’s over. It’s not worth clinging to."

"But I love you!!"

Lin Shen completely lost his composure: "Even if you make love sound so vile and worthless, I still love you!!!"

She had once adored him so sincerely—he could always sense her special affection for him.

But now, there was none of it left.

With so many people surrounding her, he was terrified—terrified she might fall for someone else!

Out in the world, he was someone others admired, but among Qiao Chuchu's suitors, he was insignificant, like a bland cup of lukewarm water.

Even his own sister thought they were mismatched!

Yet he was the one Qiao Chuchu had liked first!

He was the one with the best chance!

Seeing ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​‍that he wouldn’t listen to reason, Qiao Chuchu’s gaze turned icy in an instant: "Then let’s not see each other anymore. Delete me as a friend too, and don’t come to my place from now on."

Lin Shen was stunned: "What???"