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

Lin Shen stared blankly at Qiao Chuchu: "...Is she starting to lose her memory already?"

They exchanged glances and immediately rushed toward Qiao Chuchu!

Pei Mu and Pei Ci were the first to reach her, flipping her over.

Blood trickled down her smooth forehead, dripping onto the floor.

Their faces paled as they tried to lift Qiao Chuchu—

But failed!

Damn it!

The fever had drained their strength!

Shen Zhuoyan pushed them aside: "Let me!"

He scooped Qiao Chuchu into his arms and dashed outside!

Lin Shen ran alongside him, gripping Qiao Chuchu’s hand anxiously: "Chuchu, you can’t afford to get hurt!"

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The others, still weak from fever, stumbled after them.

Shi Yu’s wheelchair screeched as it turned, practically sparking: "Wait for me—cough cough! Wait up!"

He glared at the bodyguard pushing his chair: "Faster!"

The bodyguard dutifully replied: "Don’t worry, young master! I used to run a driving school! My skills are top-notch!"

As they rounded a corner, the bodyguard executed a dramatic drift—

And Shi Yu went flying!

Bodyguard: "Ah! Young master!!"

Shen Zhuoyan turned in shock just as Shi Yu soared toward him!

Shen Zhuoyan: "?"

A human projectile?!

He was knocked flat!

Qiao Chuchu went flying again!

The group stretched out their arms: "Whoa whoa whoa!"

Lin Shen caught her smoothly and triumphantly lifted her high: "I got her! I’ve got her!"

Shen Zhuoyan and Shi Yu lay sprawled on the ground, looking up in relief.

The others burst into applause: "Thank goodness!"

Pei Youchuan gasped for breath: "T-that was... too close."

Weisheng Huailing, equally exhausted, clapped weakly.

Lin Shen hugged Qiao Chuchu tightly, tears in his eyes: "I finally caught her!"

At the entrance, Lin Qing and Weisheng Yucan watched the chaos unfold.

Weisheng Yucan turned the steering wheel: "Let’s just go. This world isn’t for us."

Lin Qing nodded, stunned: "Agreed."

Meanwhile, in the hospital...

Ji Yanchuan sat dazedly on his hospital bed, muttering: "Who am I? Where am I? Why do I feel like I’m missing someone?"

Ye Huining wiped her tears: "Son, your name is Ji Yanchuan. I’ve told you eight hundred times—you’re Ji Yanchuan."

Ji Yanchuan blinked at her: "I’m Ji Yanchuan?"

Ye Huining nodded frantically.

Ji Yanchuan mumbled: "Right... I’m Ji Yanchuan. I’m... Wait, who am I? Where am I? Why do I feel like I’m missing someone?"

Ye Huining burst into fresh tears, turning to the doctor: "What’s going on?! You said he lost his memory, but he’s like a broken record! He keeps repeating the same thing!"

The doctor frowned gravely: "It’s not a broken record. It’s network lag."

Ye Huining: "?"

The doctor corrected himself: "No, not lag—it’s trauma. He should be transferred to the psychiatric department."

Ye Huining gasped: "Psychiatric?!"

She grabbed the doctor’s collar: "My son is a CEO! He can’t go to the psychiatric ward! Fix him!"

The doctor deadpanned: "I can’t. I’m a surgeon."

Ye Huining shook him: "Then transfer him to psychiatry right now!"

The doctor: "?"

Ji Yanchuan staggered out of bed and wandered into the hallway.

Ye Huining was still berating the doctor: "Do something!"

The doctor sighed: "...Please don’t be unreasonable, ma’am."

Ji Yanchuan clutched his wound, swaying unsteadily, when he spotted a group of men frantically escorting a girl toward the emergency room.

Compelled by an inexplicable pull, he followed.

Qiao Chuchu was placed on a bed by Lin Shen.

Pei Che exchanged quick words with a doctor before they wheeled her away for a CT scan.

Ji Yanchuan lingered at the door, studying the men.

For some reason...

He didn’t like them.

But the girl—she felt familiar, like a forgotten tether.

Soon, she was wheeled back and settled into a VIP room.

The men huddled in the hallway, listening intently to the doctor, though many leaned weakly against the wall, barely staying upright.

Seizing the moment, Ji Yanchuan slipped into the room and crouched beside the girl’s bed.

Her wound had been treated, and she slept peacefully.

He rested his chin on the mattress, mesmerized, and poked her cheek.

So soft.

He poked again. And again.

Qiao Chuchu stirred, frowning, and slowly opened her eyes—locking gazes with Ji Yanchuan.

Ji Yanchuan froze, struck by her beauty: "Wow... you’re really pretty."

Qiao Chuchu felt dizzy and confused: "Who are you? Who am I? Where is this?"

Ji Yanchuan: "?"

She lost her memory too?

A spark of inspiration hit him. Smoothly, he leaned in: "You don’t remember me?"

He rested his chin on the bed, eyes gleaming: "I’m your boyfriend!"

"Boyfriend?" Qiao Chuchu tilted her head. "Then why do I feel like vomiting when I see your face? And why do I want to slap you?"

Ji Yanchuan: "?"

Glancing at the door, he grabbed her hand: "Actually, we’re star-crossed lovers. Your family disapproves, but if you come with me now, I’ll make you happy."

Qiao Chuchu yanked her hand back: "If my family hates you, you’re probably the problem."

She ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‍yelled: "HEY, FAMILY! THIS GUY SAYS HE’LL MAKE ME HAPPY! HELP!"

Ji Yanchuan: "?!"

A chorus of handsome faces popped into the room, glaring at him: "Ji Yanchuan?!"

Ji Yanchuan gaped at Qiao Chuchu.

Qiao Chuchu pointed at him: "Is he really my boyfriend?"

Pei Buxian exploded: "BOYFRIEND?! AS IF!"

He lunged, throwing a feeble punch: "You persistent leech!"

Ji Yanchuan shielded his face: "Don’t hit me! I’m amnesiac! My brain’s not working!"

Pei Buxian, despite his fever, kept swinging: "You think mine is?!"

The others closed in.

Qiao Chuchu stood by the bed, satisfied.

Yeah.

This felt right.

But... who was she?

Why did so many people care about her?

She slipped out of the room, leaning against the wall in thought.

...Was she some kind of badass?