Ah! The Villains I Forced to Turn Evil Can Read My Mind-Chapter 244

Biehe and Wen Zhan clapped enthusiastically: "Congratulations, Miss Qiao."

Shen Zhuoyan rode his horse up to Qiao Chuchu, chuckling. "Qiao Chuchu, you’ve always wanted to be a famous painter, but now you finally have the chance to become a company CEO."

Qiao Chuchu: "..."

Ji Yanchuan, cradling his injured hand, trudged away with a dejected expression.

After a few steps, he paused and looked back at Qiao Chuchu.

She was surrounded by a crowd in the center, wearing a bitter smile. "You all really leave me speechless."

The handsome men on horseback subtly lowered their postures around her, their eyes fixed on her face, watching her reactions. When she smiled, they mirrored her joy, their eyes crinkling.

Even the usually distant Weisheng Wenzhan joined in, occasionally chiming in before quietly observing her with a faint smile.

Ji Yanchuan had a strange illusion.

Qiao Chuchu seemed to be their center.

An indispensable center.

His heart ached as he recalled her scathing words—

*"You’re just a worthless scumbag who deserves to be torn apart and thrown into hell."*

A suffocating pain gripped his chest. Staggering forward, his vision darkened, and he collapsed.

The staff member beside him gasped. "Mr. Ji! Mr. Ji, what’s wrong?!"

Hearing the commotion, Qiao Chuchu glanced over the crowd and saw Ji Yanchuan cradled in the staff’s arms.

She indifferently averted her gaze. "Who else isn’t feeling well? Do you need to go to the hospital? I can accompany you now."

The men exchanged glances before shaking their heads. "Just a minor cold. It’s nothing. We still have to go to the company, but let’s take one last ride with you. Enjoy yourself."

Her eyes lit up. "Really?"

"Of course," Weisheng Wenzhan replied, taking the reins from a staff member. "I’ll join too. Let’s see who wins."

She confidently urged her horse ahead. "I won’t lose. I’m definitely taking first place!"

They exchanged amused glances, following behind her with indulgent smiles. "Yes, you’re the champion, the most amazing champion."

Ji Yanchuan weakly opened his eyes, the distant laughter and joy piercing his haze. He wanted to see her again, but his strength failed him.

Something dragged him under, pulling him into a murky dream.

In the dream, two familiar figures stood before him.

Xia Xuechun basked in warm sunlight, smiling brightly with three children. "Ji Yanchuan~"

The three boys waved enthusiastically. "Daddy!"

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Confused, he took a step toward them—until Qiao Chuchu’s laughter echoed.

Ji Yanchuan turned toward the sound.

Qiao Chuchu stood amidst a blur of faces, pampered and adored, lazily plucking a cherry from a fruit tray someone handed her. She glanced at him, her expression cold, then turned away.

He lurched forward. "Wait!"

"Ji Yanchuan!" Xia Xuechun grabbed his hand, pleading. "Don’t go to her. Come with me!"

She pointed toward the radiant sunlight. "Let’s go there together. I promise you won’t get hurt!"

The path toward Qiao Chuchu had twisted into a dark, narrow alley, oozing unknown terrors.

Xia Xuechun urged earnestly, "That road is too harsh. You won’t make it out. It wasn’t meant for you—trust me!"

He shook his head, pushing her hand away. "I know. I just need to talk to her. I won’t stay long."

He just wanted to explain.

Once he did, he’d leave immediately.

He’d never linger by her side!

He plunged into the thorny path, forcing his way forward. "Qiao Chuchu!"

Sweat drenched Ji Yanchuan as he tossed in bed, muttering, "Qiao Chuchu… Qiao Chuchu…"

Ye Huining frowned, checking his temperature with a digital thermometer.

38.5°C.

She set it down sharply, turning to the butler. "Has he been like this since returning?"

The butler nodded. "He’s also been delirious."

Worried, she sighed. "I’ve never seen my son so distressed. When his engagement with Lin Qing was called off, he acted like nothing happened."

Suppressing her anger, she demanded, "Did you investigate?"

The butler confirmed, "Only one person matches—Qiao Chu, the daughter of the painter Qiao Qiao. Her nickname is Qiao Chuchu."

Ye Huining’s brow furrowed. "Qiao Qiao’s daughter? Isn’t she Pei Nan’s daughter-in-law?"

She had attended the same school as Qiao Qiao and Pei Nan.

Back then, Pei Nan had cut ties with her family, and Qiao Qiao supported her by selling paintings to fund her education.

The two were inseparable.

When Qiao Qiao had a daughter, Pei Nan threw an extravagant first-birthday celebration, declaring the child her future daughter-in-law and warning others to back off.

The opulence of that party even made headlines.

Now, years later, both women were gone—leaving behind Qiao Chu and Pei Nan’s seven sons.

Ye Huining didn’t know much about Qiao Qiao.

But she knew Pei Nan well.

In business, the woman was a predator.

In relationships, she was obsessive.

Qiao Qiao had been a popular painter in school.

Ye ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌‍Huining once tried befriending her to ride on her fame, but Pei Nan cornered her in a hallway, warning her that Qiao Qiao’s only friend would ever be her.

Convinced Pei Nan was unhinged, Ye Huining tried turning Qiao Qiao against her.

Qiao Qiao confronted Pei Nan—only for Pei Nan to "accidentally" fall down the stairs, breaking her leg.

The incident terrified both Qiao Qiao and Ye Huining, especially when Pei Nan clung to Qiao Qiao, weeping while glaring daggers at her.

Ye Huining believed in the inheritance of flawed traits.

Pei Nan’s seven sons must have inherited her obsession and ruthlessness.

And Qiao Chu had grown up surrounded by them.

What did that make *her*?

After a pause, Ye Huining ordered, "Keep him indoors these next few days. Call a doctor for an IV drip."

Ji Yanchuan gripped the sheets, still mumbling, "Qiao Chuchu… listen to me… let me explain…"

Ye Huining hesitated before closing her eyes in resignation. "Butler, contact Qiao Chu. Tell her I have her mother’s first sold painting and ask if she wants to buy it back."

After Qiao Qiao’s death, her artwork skyrocketed in value.

Many wealthy women capitalized on the trend.

To stand out in high society, Ye Huining had acquired Qiao Qiao’s first piece, using it to bolster her status.

With the bait set, Qiao Chu would come.

And she would make that girl take care of her precious son!