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

Qiao Chuchu didn’t hesitate and rolled up her sleeves, ready to check each of them one by one.

Her posture looked like she was about to skin a pig.

"Who’s feeling unwell?"

They all looked at her expectantly without saying a word.

Pei Youchuan eagerly raised his hand: "Chuchu, I’m the third one—check me first!"

She quickly walked over and pressed her hand against his forehead.

It was burning hot.

She couldn’t help but scold him: "See? I told you all to stay away from me, but you didn’t listen, and now you’ve caught it too!"

[This flu is so contagious. Once you get it, it’s easy to develop a fever, and inflammation in the lungs is common. It’s terrible for your health!]

She was exasperated.

[When I had a fever, you didn’t even let me drink hot water, and you don’t take care of yourselves when you’re sick either! And yet you still went out showing off!]

Hearing her tone, for some reason, they all felt warm inside.

Pei Youchuan felt her soft hand on his forehead, and it was surprisingly soothing.

Unable to resist, he placed his hands on Chuchu’s waist and pulled her closer. "I saw you on the livestream."

Qiao Chuchu froze.

Pei Youchuan’s large hands enveloped her slender waist, making it feel like he had full control. His smile grew even more dazed: "I saw some guy trying to get your WeChat. I was just worried you’d get scammed."

The others immediately glared at Qiao Chuchu, displeased.

She swatted his hand away: "Did I say I was going to add him? That guy was wailing in my passenger seat the whole time—my ears are still ringing! Do you really think he’s my type?"

[And after he got out of the car, he threw up everywhere, completely wasted. Asking for my WeChat? He probably didn’t even know where home was!]

Pei Youchuan wrapped his arm around her waist again, pulling her even closer, his voice tender: "I was just worried. You’ve never been in a relationship before—what if you suddenly turn into a hopeless romantic?"

Qiao Chuchu’s face darkened instantly: "Looking for a beating, huh? Do I seem like the type to be love-struck?"

She smacked his hand away again: "And why are your hands so restless even with a fever?! Stop touching me!!"

Pei Youchuan withdrew his hand but rubbed his palm, grinning foolishly: "I—I’m delirious from the fever, hehe."

The others: "..."

Delirious?

He seemed perfectly lucid to them!

Qiao Chuchu didn’t say anything else and moved on to check the next person.

Weisheng Biehe lounged lazily on the sofa, closing his eyes when she touched him.

He looked like a lazy cat, obedient and languid as he rested.

Weisheng Yucan, wearing a borrowed mask from the staff, watched as Qiao Chuchu went from person to person, checking each forehead before moving to the next.

She couldn’t help but laugh, pulling out her phone to record: "Lin Qing, look—all these guys have fevers, and Qiao Chuchu is checking each one, hahahaha!"

Lin Qing replied quickly: "? That sounds like heaven?"

She even sent a sticker.

After checking all the high fevers, Qiao Chuchu approached Lou Tingsi: "You don’t have a fever, right?"

[He wasn’t around when I had mine.]

Lou Tingsi’s eyes crinkled with amusement as he leaned down like a fox waiting to be petted: "I’m not sure. I feel a bit of a headache coming on."

She quickly pressed her hand to his forehead and sighed in relief: "No fever."

But then she frowned: "If you’ve been around them, could you pass it to Lou Yuejue?"

Lou Tingsi blinked: "Don’t worry about my son. He’s boarding at school and only comes home on weekends. He won’t catch it from us yet."

Qiao Chuchu relaxed and turned to Shen Zhuoyan.

Shen Zhuoyan stood behind her like an evergreen tree, gazing at her steadily.

She smiled: "You look perfectly healthy."

Shen Zhuoyan froze, glancing around.

Everyone else had already had their foreheads checked.

He pursed his lips, hesitant: "I’m not sure."

The moment he spoke, Qiao Chuchu’s warm little hand was already on his forehead: "Alright, let me check."

Shen Zhuoyan’s face flushed instantly, his eyes darting nervously as he stared at her.

After a moment, Qiao Chuchu smiled reassuringly: "You’re fine."

His heart skipped a beat, and he nodded obediently: "Mm!"

She then looked at Shi Yu: "Shi Yu, you’re definitely not sick, right?"

The others immediately glared at Shi Yu in warning.

Shi Yu sat in his wheelchair, his gaze sweeping over each of them before he smirked: "Don’t worry, I’m fine. I just didn’t expect that despite all of you having abs, you’d still get sick like normal people. Thought there’d be some exceptions~"

The others’ expressions darkened instantly, glaring at him.

Shi Yu grinned mischievously: "I won’t trouble Chuchu. I’m perfectly healthy."

Pei Buxian muttered: "You’re not healthy. You’re half-dead."

Shi Yu: "?"

The others burst into laughter, covering their mouths.

Qiao Chuchu frowned: "Tch, why do you always start bickering when you’re together?"

[I left earlier because of their arguing, and now it’s happening again!]

[This gives me a headache.]

Their expressions shifted, and they quickly masked their hostility: "What? We’re not fighting."

Shi Yu coughed lightly and tugged at Qiao Chuchu’s sleeve: "It’s fine, Chuchu. I don’t mind. I’m new here—it’s natural they’re not used to me yet."

Weisheng Lin, despite his headache, forced a weak smile: "Shi Yu, don’t say that. Who doesn’t like you? We’re all friends here."

Weisheng Huailing signed with a fake smile: *Big brother is suffering, little brother is suffering too. Don’t worry, we suffer together—through thick and thin.*

Pei Mu and Pei Ci nodded vigorously: "Yeah, yeah! Bros for life!"

Lou Tingsi’s smile deepened as he stood beside Qiao Chuchu, enjoying the show: "Don’t be mad, Chuchu. They’re actually pretty fun together. My childhood wasn’t this entertaining—being with them feels like making up for lost time."

Shen Zhuoyan side-eyed him: "Childhood?"

Qiao Chuchu: "? That just made the mood even heavier. Now I just feel bad for you."

Lou Tingsi chuckled: "No need for pity. I’m very happy now—and very lucky."

Weisheng Lin’s instincts flared: "Lou Tingsi, stay on track. Why are you suddenly bringing up childhood trauma?"

Weisheng Yucan, who had been watching from the sidelines, couldn’t stop grinning.

This was sweeter than her own love life!

She was practically beaming!

She ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‍stepped forward, still smiling: "Let’s not waste time. Since everyone’s sick, you should all go home and rest."

Then she turned to Qiao Chuchu: "I have an idea—why not find a big room and put them all together? That way, it’s easier to monitor their symptoms. What do you think?"

Qiao Chuchu was horrified: "Yucan-jie, my house doesn’t even have enough beds! The hospital is a much better idea."

Weisheng Yucan pouted unhappily, "You don’t have to send someone to the hospital just because of a fever. It’s not that serious."

She seemed to be expecting something as she leaned closer to Qiao Chuchu and said, "Just go along with my plan, okay? After all, I’ve got money—and there’s nothing money can’t fix!"

Qiao Chuchu’s lips twitched. "...Fine."

An hour later.

Qiao Chuchu stood in her home entertainment room, utterly stunned by the sight of eleven beds crammed inside.