Ah! The Villains I Forced to Turn Evil Can Read My Mind-Chapter 228

Qiao Chuchu's eyes lit up, and she quickly grabbed the water bottle, gulping down several mouthfuls!

Weisheng Lin was surprised, feeling as if she had been thirsty for days. He teased, "Is it that good?"

Qiao Chuchu nodded, finally quenching her thirst. Not daring to speak loudly, she simply gave him a thumbs-up: "Absolutely amazing!"

Weisheng Lin looked at her smiling face and couldn't help but curve his lips slightly.

Suddenly, the room door was pushed open!

He snatched the water bottle from Qiao Chuchu's hand!

Shen Zhuoyan walked in, noticing the awkwardness between them: "What were you two doing just now?"

Weisheng Lin glanced at him arrogantly: "Nothing."

Shen Zhuoyan's face darkened as he grabbed the water bottle from Weisheng Lin: "Did you give her cold water to drink?"

"Of course not," Weisheng Lin retorted, snatching the bottle back. "She didn’t want cold water. This is for me."

"Good," Shen Zhuoyan said sternly, pushing him aside. "She had a fever twice last night and is still running a low-grade fever now. She’s just starting to recover, so we need to be extra careful with her care."

Qiao Chuchu stared at him blankly: "Tell me the truth, Shen Zhuoyan. Am I really going to die? Is that why you’re all still here, waiting to carry me out?"

"Don’t talk nonsense," Shen Zhuoyan chided her, tucking her blanket in gently. "You just have a cold."

She groaned, holding her head: "I need peace and quiet when I’m sick. There are way too many people here."

Shen Zhuoyan looked around, confused: "There are only two of us here. If you don’t like me talking, I’ll stop."

Qiao Chuchu: "..."

Is it about the talking?

It’s about the sheer number of people crammed in here!

Even if her room were bigger, it couldn’t accommodate a bunch of human statues, could it?

Qiao Chuchu sighed: "I really miss the days when people thought I was a weirdo. Back then, no one cared if I fainted."

Shen Zhuoyan: "..."

Weisheng Lin: "..."

Both of them felt a pang of pity and leaned down to comfort her: "Don’t worry, those hard days are over."

Qiao Chuchu’s eyes were lifeless: "No, those were my happy days."

Weisheng Lin: "?"

Shen Zhuoyan: "?"

She waved her hand weakly: "I’m tired. Could you two please leave? This illness is contagious."

Weisheng Lin: "It’s fine. We won’t talk."

Qiao Chuchu: "..."

Just let the fever take her. Let it burn her to ashes.

She lay on the bed, turning her back to them in silence.

Weisheng Lin sensed her mood and pulled Shen Zhuoyan aside: "Come with me."

He led him to the bathroom, but as soon as they opened the door, everyone inside turned to look at them.

Weisheng Lin: "?"

Shen Zhuoyan: "?"

Weisheng Lin was momentarily stunned. After entering the bathroom and closing the door, he asked, "Are you all... waiting in line for the toilet?"

They: "...?"

Pei Buxian cheerfully walked into Qiao Chuchu’s room, holding a bouquet: "Is Chuchu awake?"

Qiao Chuchu: "..."

Here we go again.

She propped herself up and saw Pei Buxian approaching with flowers, a West Highland Terrier trotting at his feet.

Finally, it wasn’t just people!

She brightened up: "The Westie!"

The Westie jumped onto the bed, settling into her arms, wagging its tail happily. Its round, black eyes were full of affection.

Pei Buxian picked up the Westie and scolded it sternly: "Mommy has a fever. Don’t disturb her."

Qiao Chuchu: "? Mommy?"

Pei Buxian looked at her: "Yes, Mommy."

Qiao Chuchu: "...If I’m Mommy, what does that make you?"

Pei Buxian put the dog down and handed her the flowers, chuckling: "I’m Daddy, of course. Can’t you figure that out?"

Qiao Chuchu’s headache worsened: "We can’t call each other Mommy and Daddy."

"Why not?"

Pei Buxian sat on her bed, counting on his fingers: "Big Brother is First Daddy, Second Brother is Second Daddy, Third Brother is Third Daddy, and so on. I’m Seventh Daddy, and you’re Eighth Mommy."

Qiao Chuchu stared at him in shock: "Is that how the family hierarchy works? Shouldn’t I be its aunt?"

Pei Buxian looked at her as if she were stupid: "You must be delirious from the fever. We’re following the family order. I’m Seventh Daddy, and you’re the only girl in our family, so you’re Eighth Mommy. What’s so hard to understand?"

Qiao Chuchu: "Huh?"

She clutched her head: "Stop talking. I need to think."

Pei Buxian grabbed her hand to stop her from pulling her hair: "Don’t think. I just Googled it, and it says you might have COVID again. You probably have brain fog and can’t think straight."

Qiao Chuchu muttered to herself: "How can your dog call me Mommy? Shouldn’t I have given birth to it for that to happen?"

Pei Buxian sighed: "You’re definitely delirious. The most a human can give birth to is something worse than an animal, not a dog."

Qiao Chuchu: "..."

Pei Buxian took the tulip from her hands and presented it to her again: "Here, look at my flowers. Aren’t they pretty?"

The flowers were delicate and charming.

She nodded: "They’re beautiful."

He smiled, his eyes curving as he leaned closer: "Do you want to put them by your bedside?"

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"Sure," Qiao Chuchu agreed readily. "Just put them here."

Pei Buxian smiled contentedly, then tentatively asked, "What if someone else gives you flowers too?"

Qiao Chuchu: "Then I’ll put them all together."

Pei Buxian’s face darkened, his tone turning demanding: "No! Your bedside is only for my flowers! If anyone else gives you flowers, throw them in the trash!"

Qiao Chuchu pinched the bridge of her nose helplessly: "That’s rude, Seventh Brother. Don’t be childish."

Pei Buxian suddenly looked hurt: "Am I not special to you?"

Qiao Chuchu: "?"

His brows furrowed slightly, as if in emotional pain, his eyes clouded with confusion: "If you gave me flowers, I’d treasure them. But when I give you flowers, you want to mix them with others’? Don’t I deserve to be treated specially?"

Qiao Chuchu thought he was overreacting: "I’ve given you flowers before. I don’t see you treasuring them."

"Just because you didn’t see it doesn’t mean I didn’t," Pei Buxian said, sitting on her bed and staring into her eyes. "What if I showed you the flowers you gave me?"

Qiao Chuchu: "..."

Pei Buxian continued: "Ever since you started earning money, you’ve given me flowers every year for eleven years. The most beautiful flower from each year, I’ve dried and preserved in resin."

His expression was serious, his dark eyes reflecting her stunned face. His hands clenched into fists: "Do my flowers deserve a special place now?"

Qiao Chuchu shivered and quickly placed the flowers by her bedside: "I swear they’ll stay right here!"

Pei Buxian’s gloomy expression instantly brightened. He pressed his cheek against hers: "Seventh Brother knew you’d be the best! You wouldn’t make Seventh Brother upset!~ Seventh Brother loves you so much!~"

Qiao Chuchu: "..."

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Qiao Chuchu watched him head to the bathroom, feeling a chill run down her spine. She pulled the blanket over herself, feeling even colder.

Pei Buxian happily pushed open the bathroom door, but his smile froze as soon as he entered.

The bathroom was packed with people.

They all turned to look at him, their eyes narrowing slightly in displeasure.

Only Weisheng Lin smiled: "Are there more coming?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the lively voices of Pei Mu and Pei Ci echoed from outside—

"Chuchu, we’re here!~"