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

Qiao Chuchu stood outside the shooting range, watching Ji Yanchuan inside. Several staff members stood nervously beside her, trying to persuade her: "Miss Qiao, this is too dangerous. Even though the bullets aren’t real, they can still hurt people. Please don’t do this."

Qiao Chuchu kept her eyes fixed on Ji Yanchuan as she loaded the gun, casually taking in his appearance.

As the male lead in a CEO romance novel, Ji Yanchuan had the standard features: a height of 185 cm, broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs. His foundation was undeniably solid.

His looks weren’t bad either—narrow phoenix eyes, sharp brows, full lips, and fair skin. Even as a target, he exuded an air of nobility. When he wasn’t expressing any emotion, a natural aura of dominance radiated from him.

It was a pity that while heaven had blessed Ji Yanchuan with a cold, aloof appearance, it had also given him a reckless personality.

She could understand the character design in the script. Ji Yanchuan’s personality was meant to clash and create tension with Xia Xuechun, the grass-roots heroine.

Ji Yanchuan would be captivated by Xia Xuechun’s resilience and refusal to give up, eventually becoming a doting husband and her strongest supporter.

Unfortunately, the growth of this couple had nothing to do with their own efforts.

It mainly relied on Xia Xuechun sucking the lifeblood of supporting characters, keeping a small portion for herself and transferring the majority to Ji Yanchuan.

When the supporting characters’ sincere feelings were betrayed, they would become bitter, imprison Xia Xuechun, and then Ji Yanchuan would appear to suppress them, leading to their demise.

The supporting characters’ wealth, seemingly blessed by fate, always ended up effortlessly in Ji Yanchuan’s hands.

Every time a supporting character died, Ji Yanchuan’s fortune would grow by billions or even tens of billions.

Ji Yanchuan would accept it all without a second thought, holding Xia Xuechun possessively in his arms, and in a "love story filled with setbacks and hardships," he would become the world’s richest man.

But times had changed. The heroine who could help him suck others dry was now her.

Qiao Chuchu tapped the table lightly with the gun: "Ji Yanchuan, it’s not too late to back out now."

Ji Yanchuan hesitated, standing in front of the target: "If I stop now, will you stay?"

Qiao Chuchu laughed mockingly: "No."

Ji Yanchuan’s handsome face turned pale with anger. He clenched the apple in his hand: "Qiao Chuchu, you’re the first woman to humiliate me like this."

From the moment they met, when she kicked him, to pinning him against the car window for everyone to see, he had been simmering with rage.

His eyes were filled with suppressed anger: "Everything you’ve done to me today has been more humiliating than anything I’ve endured in over twenty years. No one has ever dared to treat me like this!"

But—

He placed the apple on his head, his voice trembling with nervousness: "Now, I’m willing to tolerate you this once."

Qiao Chuchu was amused. "Ji Yanchuan, I already told you, your willingness means nothing to me."

Ji Yanchuan widened his eyes in surprise, the apple on his head making him look ridiculous: "Then what will it take for you to forgive me? Don’t you think you’re being unreasonable—"

"Bang!!"

The apple on his head shattered!

Ji Yanchuan’s words were cut off, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints.

The apple fragments fell to the ground. The bullet seemed to have hit the center, splitting it cleanly in half.

His mind went blank. Slowly, he raised his gaze to Qiao Chuchu, who stood ten meters away.

She held the gun, her clear eyes filled with undisguised disdain and contempt: "You agreed to this, Ji Yanchuan."

Ji Yanchuan: "..."

Qiao Chuchu placed the gun on the table and sneered: "I hit you, scolded you, humiliated you, made you lose face in the car, and you agreed. I made you balance an apple on your head, and you still agreed. Instead of blaming me, maybe you should reflect on why you’re so willing to let yourself be treated like this. Did a donkey kick your head or something?"

With that, she picked up her phone: "The two-hour timer starts now. If you’re taking me somewhere, hurry up. I’ll wait for you in the hallway."

The staff watched in shock as Qiao Chuchu walked away.

One of them exclaimed in awe: "Wow! She’s an amazing shot! I didn’t even see her aim. Is Miss Qiao a sharpshooter or something?"

An older staff member shushed her: "Quiet!"

They glanced at Ji Yanchuan in the shooting range and whispered: "Mr. Ji got shot at."

Ji Yanchuan stood frozen, then slowly bent over.

The fear of having a bullet pass so close to his head made him tremble uncontrollably.

A sour, aching sensation spread through his chest, coursing through his limbs.

He hunched over, clutching the fabric over his heart, taking shallow breaths.

Qiao Chuchu didn’t respect him…

She ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‍didn’t respect him at all!!

Ji Yanchuan gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with a mix of hatred and confusion. His brows furrowed so tightly they could crush a fly. Suppressing the discomfort in his chest, he stumbled weakly into the hallway.

Qiao Chuchu looked up and saw Ji Yanchuan, pale and trembling like a leaf, glaring at her resentfully.

He looked like a dog drenched in a storm.

She scoffed: "If you were so scared, why did you agree to be the target?"

Ji Yanchuan clenched his fists in frustration: "Don’t worry about me. I have my own pace!"

Qiao Chuchu rolled her eyes and turned to the staff: "Get him a cup of hot water, please."

Ji Yanchuan was taken aback as he accepted the hot water from the staff.

The warmth in his palms dispelled the chill of fear.

He glanced at her, surprised by her sudden kindness, and drank the water: "I need to use the restroom."

Qiao Chuchu didn’t respond but quietly followed him, standing by the door and eavesdropping.

Ji Yanchuan made a call: "Did you expose the plan I asked you to carry out to humiliate Qiao Chuchu?"

Qiao Chuchu: "?!"

Ji Yanchuan’s voice was laced with irritation: "I know your people took the blame for it, but the problem is I’m with her now, and she’s been treating me terribly! I need to know if you’ve been exposed!"

She covered her mouth in disbelief.

The men who had tried to assault her and record it—they were sent by Ji Yanchuan?!

She had no idea!

Back then, the thugs had confessed that no one had hired them, that they had targeted her on their own.

In her world, kidnappings and targeted attacks weren’t uncommon, so she had easily believed their story.

She never imagined that Ji Yanchuan was behind it all!!

Not only had he hit her with his car, but he had also sent men to assault her!

If Pei Fengnong hadn’t arrived in time, she would have been violated, and the video would have spread everywhere, impossible to delete or recover.

And after all that, Ji Yanchuan had the audacity to show up in front of her, even asking her out on a date?!

The more she thought about it, the more nauseous she felt. She leaned against the wall, speechless.

Pei Buxian, dressed in staff uniform, arrived with a group of people.

Following the directions of the other staff, he found Qiao Chuchu around a corner.

He stopped and turned to the others behind him: "Wait, she’s right there."