Ah! The Villains I Forced to Turn Evil Can Read My Mind-Chapter 276

Shen Zhuoyan listened to the argument inside, his expression grave as he walked to the door and aimed his phone at the entrance.

Lin Shen’s tense voice rang out: "Why?"

His tone was like a needle piercing through the silence: "Why did you cut me off?!"

The men in the large ward, half-dazed, listened to Shen Zhuoyan’s live broadcast.

Qiao Chuchu’s calm voice sounded unhurried: "You must get confessed to often, Senior."

Lin Shen: "...Yeah."

Qiao Chuchu: "How do you feel when someone you don’t have feelings for confesses to you?"

Lin Shen understood her implication, his presence weakening: "...Nothing."

Qiao Chuchu said evenly: "Right now, hearing you say these things to me, I feel nothing."

Those who heard these words all stiffened, their hearts as if crushed by something, an inexplicable ache spreading through their chests.

It was as if she wasn’t just speaking to Lin Shen alone.

But to everyone who had ever entertained such thoughts.

None of them took joy in Lin Shen’s rejection. Instead, their brows furrowed as they listened intently.

Qiao Chuchu advised Lin Shen: "Since you can’t detach from these feelings, cutting your losses now is the best option. If you don’t see me for a while, your emotions will fade. I can’t give you anything, and this is the best outcome for you too."

"No, it’s not!" Lin Shen grabbed her shoulders. "I won’t leave!"

If he left now, he’d lose any chance for good!

His fingers tightened unconsciously around her shoulders as he stammered, "I was just jealous. I’ve never been able to move on from our past, but that’s not a crime worthy of cutting ties, is it? Isn’t this just crueler to me?"

Qiao Chuchu sighed. "...Just walk away like you did before. Is that so hard for you?"

Lin Shen: "Yes!"

He pulled her into his arms, rubbing her arms helplessly as if coaxing her. "I won’t cut ties, and I won’t leave. Walking away back then was already a huge mistake—I can’t make it again, Chuchu!"

Back then, he’d thought Qiao Chuchu liked him while still clinging to his family.

He was a traditional man—he couldn’t accept that.

But now he knew her struggles. He’d been wrong, so wrong. He never should have left!

He’d rather stay trapped in this vicious cycle than keep suppressing the feelings he’d held back for three years!

His arms tightened around her as he whispered fearfully, "You’re too ruthless. How can you just cut things off like this?"

Qiao Chuchu: "...Alright."

She pushed him away, wiping his tears in passing. "Stop crying, Senior."

Lin Shen felt the warmth of her palm, and being comforted like this only made him sob harder.

His face buried in her hand, his fingers dug into her wrist as he muffled his low, choked cries.

Qiao Chuchu: "..."

[Is he going to cry until he hyperventilates like Huai Ling did?]

Lin Shen: "?"

Weisheng Huailing cried too?

The men listening to the recording all turned in unison toward the peacefully sleeping Huai Ling.

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He cried until he hyperventilated?

Qiao Chuchu spoke patiently to Lin Shen: "Don’t cry. I was too harsh earlier."

Lin Shen didn’t answer, only hugged her tightly again.

His tall frame enveloped her from above, as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones. "You’re not wrong. I’m the one who messed up."

Qiao Chuchu turned her head away, uncomfortable in his embrace. "I hope you can move on soon. I think I’ve made myself clear."

"I know. I understand what you mean." Lin Shen buried his face in the crook of her neck. "I won’t trouble you anymore."

He wiped his tears roughly, his voice thick. "Go rest. I’ll take care of the others."

Qiao Chuchu: "? You?"

Lin Shen nodded. "Yeah, me."

Still wiping his tears, he walked away, muttering to himself, "This is probably the only way I won’t get jealous."

Lin Shen pushed open the kitchen door and locked eyes with Shen Zhuoyan.

Shen Zhuoyan leaned against the wall, looking awkward.

Lin Shen’s eyes were red, but he didn’t hide it. "You heard everything?"

Shen Zhuoyan nodded.

Lin Shen didn’t elaborate, brushing past him with his head down.

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Lin Shen looked at him in surprise.

Shen Zhuoyan wasn’t mocking him—his tone was sincere. "You did what I didn’t dare to. I couldn’t have said it outright like you did."

Lin Shen wasn’t surprised. Instead, he smiled bitterly. "I guess that’s something."

"Yeah. And I’m not the only one." Shen Zhuoyan held up his phone, showing the call screen.

He was on the line with Pei Yuan.

He admitted frankly: "Everything you two just said, they all heard it. Pei Yuan was worried you might do something, so he sent me to eavesdrop and relay the conversation."

Lin Shen: "..."

Lin Shen suddenly felt like he couldn’t breathe. "So everyone heard me get rejected? In all my pathetic glory?"

Shen Zhuoyan nodded. "Yep."

Lin Shen laughed at himself. "Aren’t you going to mock me?"

"Nothing to mock." Shen Zhuoyan’s expression was blank as he explained honestly, "The outcome would’ve been the same no matter who went."

Lin Shen scoffed. "So I’m the guinea pig for all of you?"

Shen Zhuoyan didn’t answer, just patted his shoulder sympathetically.

Qiao Chuchu stepped out of the kitchen just in time to see Shen Zhuoyan guiding a dejected Lin Shen upstairs, the two looking oddly chummy.

?

Since when did Shen Zhuoyan comfort people?

She took a step forward—then a sharp pain lanced through her skull!

Like a steel needle driving straight through her temple!

She doubled over, bracing herself against the wall, forcing her eyes open against the dizzying vision—

A funeral.

She stood before a gravestone, but no matter how hard she squinted, she couldn’t make out the name.

All sound was muffled, as if her head was trapped underwater.

Someone spoke beside her, but the words were indistinct, buzzing in her ears.

Pei Che stepped in front of her and pulled her into an embrace. "Chuchu, this isn’t your fault."

She didn’t answer. Guilt crashed over her like a tidal wave, dragging her into suffocating despair.

How could it not be her fault?

She’d foreseen everything—yet she still failed to save him!

And this was the first time she’d lost someone close to her despite knowing the future in advance!

Qiao Chuchu jolted back to awareness!

She didn’t know when she’d collapsed to the floor, her heart still aching from the funeral in her vision.

She’d felt the grief of her future self.

Shi Yu wheeled out of his room and paled at the sight of her on the ground. "Chuchu?!"

He rushed to her side. "What’s wrong? Are you hurt?!"

Qiao Chuchu slowly came to her senses, pushing herself up with an eerily calm expression. "I’m fine."

Shen Zhuoyan hurried down the stairs and immediately supported her when he saw her pallor. "What happened?!"

She waved him off, her heart pounding wildly. "It’s nothing."

But her mind was in turmoil.

【How could I, with the ability to foresee the future, still fail to protect someone dear to me? How did I let this happen? What went wrong?! Why did I make such a mistake even with the power of foresight?!】