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

Early morning, six o'clock.

Little Xie was feeling a bit nervous in the Pei family's kitchen.

The reason for her anxiety was this:

She had been documenting the daily lives of seven handsome bosses on a certain app, which had made her somewhat of an internet sensation, turning her into a minor celebrity blogger.

Since Qiao Chuchu had joined the group, her updates now included an "Eighth Lady."

Because her current phone was a gift from Qiao Chuchu, she had praised her extensively, leading to Qiao Chuchu's favorable reputation online. She had even garnered a small but dedicated fanbase.

But earlier that day, Qiao Chuchu had gone viral, and her account had exploded in popularity!

Countless people were asking her if Qiao Chuchu was the "Eighth Lady."

Little Xie vehemently denied it!

But it was no use.

In her previous posts, the third brother, Pei Youchuan, was described as a tanned, muscular man.

And the Pei Youchuan in the viral video, even while unconscious, was clearly the same person!

Moreover, the legendary "Eighth Lady" was said to have reddish-brown curly hair and a talent for painting.

Qiao Chuchu also had reddish-brown curly hair and could paint, so netizens had analyzed the situation thoroughly, practically writing a thesis on why she must be the "Eighth Lady"!

Meanwhile, Qiao Chuchu had been busy all day, and her phone had gotten waterlogged, so she hadn’t had a chance to see what was being said about her online.

She had no idea that Little Xie had been sharing their daily lives on the internet.

As for the Pei brothers, they hardly ever surfed the web. Even if they did use their phones, they likely wouldn’t stumble upon Little Xie’s niche content.

Qiao Chuchu was the one most likely to find out.

If she did, she might get angry.

And then Little Xie’s job would be on the line.

She considered deleting her account, but doing so would only make things worse. Besides, her posts had already been screenshot and compiled by netizens.

So…

The best course of action was to take care of Qiao Chuchu, who was running a fever, and confess her mistake, hoping for forgiveness.

Little Xie made up her mind and decided to cook some porridge for Qiao Chuchu.

As the assistant housekeeper, she no longer needed to work in the kitchen.

But to apologize, it was best to handle things personally.

Just then, the kitchen door was pulled open.

Little Xie turned around: "Mr. Pei Yuan?"

Pei Yuan nodded and walked straight into the kitchen, rummaging through the cabinets.

Surprised, she approached him: "What do you need? Let me help you."

"No need. The young lady is sick, and when she’s ill, she prefers porridge," Pei Yuan said, finding the rice and pouring it into a bowl with practiced ease.

Little Xie tried to take over: "Why don’t I make it, then?"

Pei Yuan avoided her hand, not even looking up: "You can leave. She only eats what I make when she’s like this."

Little Xie: "..."

Fine, she’d go prepare some hot water instead.

Little Xie trudged out of the kitchen and headed to the tea room.

Weisheng Lin was bent over, fiddling with something in the tea room.

A bad feeling crept over her: "Mr. Weisheng Lin, do you need something?"

Weisheng Lin stepped aside, his expression serious: "I want a pot of fresh hot water, but I don’t know how to work this machine. Can you show me how to use it?"

Little Xie: "? You don’t know how to make hot water?"

Weisheng Lin frowned: "?"

She awkwardly stepped forward: "It’s fine if you don’t know. I can handle it."

"No, I said I want to do it myself," Weisheng Lin replied, hands in his pockets, clearly annoyed. "I don’t want anyone saying I’m a spoiled brat with no life skills."

Little Xie: "..."

Not knowing how to make hot water pretty much confirmed that, didn’t it?

She had no choice but to teach him: "First, do this, then this. But what do you need the hot water for? I can set the temperature for you."

Weisheng Lin: "It’s for Qiao Chuchu. She has a fever and needs to drink more hot water."

Little Xie: "?"

Was someone else competing with her over hot water too?

Finally, Weisheng Lin adjusted the temperature and stood back, satisfied.

Little Xie pinched the bridge of her nose.

Fine, she’d go get some flowers instead.

She entered the greenhouse and heard three familiar voices.

Pei Buxian sneered: "This is hilarious. With your taste, even if you tried to make a flower arrangement for a funeral, no one would buy it. And you want to give her flowers?"

Pei Ci leaned in, grinning: "Pei Buxian, do you know why Mom named you ‘Buxian’? It’s because you’re the youngest, and she wanted you not to envy your older brothers’ resources—or their sense of style."

Pei Buxian shot him a look: "I’d have to be blind to envy you."

He proudly picked up a bouquet of soft pink tulips: "See these? My flowers will be the centerpiece. You two should just give up and not embarrass yourselves."

Pei Mu scoffed: "Buxian, we’re your older brothers. Can’t you show a little respect?"

Pei Buxian feigned innocence: "What do you mean? I’m reminding you both as your brother. Since I’m giving her flowers, you two should just forget it. Why not put a couple of clowns by her bedside? They’d look just like you."

Pei Mu: "..."

Pei Ci: "..."

The two exchanged a glance, then grabbed Pei Buxian and lifted him off the ground!

Pei Buxian: "?"

Little Xie closed the greenhouse door, feeling utterly bewildered: "Why does the atmosphere between them feel so strange lately? It’s like watching a reverse harem drama!"

She shook her head quickly.

The hot water task was taken, the porridge task was taken, and now even the flowers were claimed.

Her only option was to personally take care of Qiao Chuchu. That would show her sincerity.

Little Xie went upstairs and gently pushed open the door to Qiao Chuchu’s room.

The light from the hallway spilled into the dimly lit room.

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She peeked inside and saw a group of handsome men sitting around—some by the bed, others at the desk or on the sofa. They were dressed in comfortable loungewear, some with laptops on their knees, others simply sitting quietly.

They all seemed to have just showered, their casual appearance adding to their charm.

As Little Xie opened the door, they all turned to look at her.

...

There was no room for her here!

Little Xie instinctively wanted to leave, but after a moment’s hesitation, she steeled herself and said, "Gentlemen, maybe I should take over? You’ve been up all night, and there’s a flu going around. Qiao Chuchu probably caught it, and if you stay here too long, you might get sick too."

Pei Youchuan waved her off: "We’re all strong and healthy. We’re not that easy to infect. Don’t worry about it; we’ll take care of her."

Little Xie: "...Alright."

She closed the door dejectedly, pouting and on the verge of tears.

How could this be happening?

She couldn’t even get a chance to earn some goodwill!

Pei Che, watching the closed door, said calmly, "Little Xie has a point. There’s been a lot of viral flu lately, and many people are getting fevers."

He glanced at the group of men crowded in the room: "Maybe you should all leave. It’s safer that way."

Weisheng Wenzhan looked up from behind his laptop: "Mr. Pei, are you worried about us getting sick, or are we just in your way?"

Pei Che: "...?"

Weisheng Wenzhan adjusted his glasses and smiled gently: "If you want some alone time, just say so. I’ll leave and give you two some space."