Ah! The Villains I Forced to Turn Evil Can Read My Mind-Chapter 288

Shen Zhuoyan carried Qiao Chuchu on his back, dodging Old Lady Qiao’s car as it tried to run them over again and again.

She stared blankly at Pei Fengnong’s lifeless body, deaf to the sharp, blaring horns around her.

It was as if a fishbowl had been placed over her head.

She couldn’t hear clearly, but she could see everything with perfect clarity.

Pei Fengnong lay in a pool of blood, his body utterly still.

Pei Fengnong was dead.

He had died right before her eyes.

From the moment she confirmed his death, it felt like she was trapped in a dream, and everything around her was slipping away.

Old Lady Qiao was arrested.

Countless people around them were filming the scene.

Her brothers rushed to Pei Fengnong’s body in disbelief.

Weisheng Huailing grabbed her tightly, waving a hand in front of her face. "Sister! Sister, what’s wrong with you?!"

Qiao Chuchu didn’t respond.

In the blink of an eye, days later, she found herself standing before Pei Fengnong’s funeral.

Lin Qing crouched in front of her, tears in her eyes as she tried to comfort her. "Chuchu, the dead cannot return to life. You did everything you could."

Dressed in black, Qiao Chuchu’s vacant gaze flickered slightly, finally focusing on Lin Qing’s face.

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Seeing her like this, Lin Qing knew she still hadn’t recovered. Her nose stung, and she opened her mouth to speak—

But Pei Che, his face pale, stepped forward. "Lin Qing, go over there. I’ll take care of her."

Lin Qing nodded, wiping her tears as she stood.

Pei Che knelt before Qiao Chuchu, resting his hands on her knees. "Chuchu."

She didn’t react, only staring at his face in silence.

Pei Che’s complexion was ghostly, his eyes the only part of him that showed any color—red and swollen from crying.

He took her hands in his, gently kneading them. "You did everything you could. Don’t blame yourself."

Four days had passed since Pei Fengnong’s death, and she had remained silent the entire time.

At first, they thought it was shock, compounded by her amnesia.

But she refused to eat or drink, sitting motionless for hours.

Old Lady Qiao’s arrest? No reaction.

Pei Fengnong’s burial? Nothing.

She was like a wooden doll—ignoring her phone, doing nothing, even letting Little Xie change her clothes for her.

He was terrified.

Terrified she had lost her mind, that she couldn’t bear it.

Pei Che pulled her into his arms, his voice trembling for the first time. "This isn’t your fault, Chuchu. It really isn’t!"

His words choked with emotion. "Fengnong left a will. If he died unexpectedly, everything he owned would go to you. At the very least… he gave you everything."

Only then, nestled against him, did she show the faintest flicker of awareness.

It was as if… she had foreseen this moment before.

But she couldn’t remember.

As if… she had known someone would die.

Her ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‍eyes dimmed with sorrow.

[I knew someone would die, but I didn’t act in time. Instead, I gave the enemy an opening.]

[I can’t forgive myself.]

Pei Che’s heart ached as he watched her.

This was the first time in four days he had heard Qiao Chuchu’s inner voice.

Qiao Chuchu finally opened her mouth, her voice hoarse and broken. "What did… the old woman say?"

Pei Che held her tighter. "She said Xia Xuechun told her you killed her son. She wanted revenge, and Xia Xuechun even suggested she use the car to run you over. In her rage, she did it. Her family wants us to sign a settlement agreement."

Hatred burned in Pei Che’s eyes, his jaw clenched tight. "After it happened, Xia Xuechun and Long Yunxiao fled the country. We still haven’t found them…"

Qiao Chuchu let out a cold laugh. "Is that so? Then I’ll go find them myself."

Pei Che froze. "What?"

She pushed him away, her dull eyes suddenly alight with fire. "I’ll restart the game."

Pei Che: "…?"