Ah! The Villains I Forced to Turn Evil Can Read My Mind-Chapter 143: The nightmare I’ve had for more than ten years suddenly changed

Qiao Chuchu got into the car, and as soon as she relaxed, she felt her eyelids heavy, an overwhelming fatigue spreading through her body.

It seemed like the weakness phase of her ability had hit again.

She drowsily fell asleep.

Lou Ting Si glanced sideways at Qiao Chuchu.

She was leaning against the car seat, though her posture wasn't very comfortable, she was deeply asleep.

Lou Ting Si slowly moved his body closer to her.

Qiao Chuchu's head tilted, resting on his shoulder, and she comfortably nestled in, quickly falling into a deep sleep.

He raised his hand to wipe the dust off her face, his voice filled with unspoken guilt: "I’m sorry, I didn’t know he was a spy. If I had known, I wouldn’t have let his people escort you."

The more Lou Ting Si thought about it, the more suffocated he felt. He turned to look at Song Yu in the passenger seat: "She’s not hurt, is she?"

Song Yu tried hard to not focus on the two of them, shaking her head: "No, don’t worry, Miss Qiao is very capable. She even surprised me when she barged in. She’s incredibly strong. I was just following her, and without her, I would’ve already been dead."

Lou Ting Si was surprised, his tone filled with some excitement: "Really?"

"Yes." Song Yu let out a small sigh, barely perceptible: "Boss, she’s beautiful, capable, and brave. If you two could be together, I’d definitely bless you both."

She felt a bit bitter: "But I can only bless you and her. Any other girl, I don't think would work."

Lou Ting Si glanced at Qiao Chuchu, his brow furrowing in confusion: "Why do you think we’re together?"

"Because you really like her." Song Yu looked at him through the rearview mirror, enviously saying, "You’ve never been so close to any girl before."

Lou Ting Si paused, belatedly realizing that he didn’t seem to mind being close to Qiao Chuchu.

He shook his head: "I don’t like her, I just think she smells nice, and she looks really good when she smiles."

Song Yu laughed, helpless: "I smell nice too, but you’ve never complimented me."

Lou Ting Si: "?"

Song Yu: "Boss, I take a shower every morning, but you’ve always kept a step away from me, you’ve never cared about me."

He furrowed his brows, confused: "Why should I care about the smell on you?"

"Then why do you care about Qiao Chuchu’s?" Song Yu smiled knowingly, "When you saw her come to save you, what did you feel?"

Lou Ting Si fell silent.

What he felt was... happiness, worry, anger.

But, happiness was just a little stronger than worry.

He held Qiao Chuchu’s hand, his broad palm slowly enveloping her small hand: "After we get back, send the Lamborghini I ordered for her."

Song Yu was stunned, looking at him through the rearview mirror: "That car you’ve been waiting for years, and spent twenty million on, the one you haven’t even driven yet?"

"Exactly because that car is so good, that’s why I can part with it. It’s too late to order another one, I’ll have to wait a few more years," Lou Ting Si said indifferently. He casually tucked some hair from Qiao Chuchu’s face behind her ear, speaking softly: "That car is black and red, and she loves to race. She’ll definitely like that sports car."

Song Yu nodded, casting a jealous glance at Qiao Chuchu, and didn’t say anything further.

When they arrived home, Lou Ting Si carried Qiao Chuchu back to his room.

This time, no matter what he did, she didn’t wake up.

She must have been exhausted.

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While handling Zhu Changming’s aftermath, Lou Ting Si sat on a single chair beside the bed, watching her.

When everything was dealt with, he felt drowsy as well, leaning back in the chair, and soon fell asleep.

He had a dream.

In the dream, his mother and another man were hiding in a cupboard, but his enraged father discovered them.

His father forced him and his brother to undergo a paternity test, and before the results came back, both he and his brother were locked in the basement.

A few days later, his beautiful mother hurriedly opened the basement door, tears in her eyes as she reached out to his brother: "Come here, darling!"

His brother rushed toward her.

He too rushed toward her: "Mom, take me with you. I’ve grown up, I’m a mature man now, I can protect you both!"

He was filled with hope, determined to go with her.

But his mother looked at him with disgust: "Lou Ting Si, you’re just like your father, a bastard who deserves to go to hell. I should have killed you when I gave birth to you!!"

She picked up his brother, as if holding her most precious life, and coaxed him gently: "We won’t be like your brother, we won’t be good to him. He’s no good, mom will take you away, and we’ll never see him again."

With that, she locked the basement door and left without a second glance.

The next day, the door opened again, and his father came in with the paternity test results. He took him by the hand and dragged him to chase after his mother.

His mother, driven to the edge, was holding his brother, crying bitterly: "If it weren’t for my family forcing me to marry you, how would I have married you!"

His father, even angrier, questioned her: "Don’t I love you, Yan Ting?! I’ve spent my whole life trying to please you, and you made me wear a green hat for so many years! You even let me raise your childhood sweetheart’s son! What the hell do you take me for?!"

His father’s voice trembled: "But I can forgive you once more. Give me this bastard, and I’ll pretend nothing ever happened!"

His mother stood in the wind, holding her crying brother, her expression cold. She said nothing, turned, and jumped into the river.

He rushed forward, but his father stopped him, not letting him go to save her.

The wind was cold that day, and the water must have been icy. The surface rippled for a while before going still.

He broke free from his father’s grip, leaping into the water. The water was too murky to see clearly, but he faintly saw a pair of figures tightly embracing each other.

Just then, he felt a sharp pain in his calf, and his body followed, sinking into the water.

The figures became more and more distant. He resigned himself, closing his eyes.

Suddenly, a hand tightly wrapped around his waist, pulling him up with a familiar fragrance that held him close.

He opened his eyes in shock and met Qiao Chuchu’s determined gaze: "Don’t be afraid, Lou Ting Si. I won’t let you die."

She embraced him tightly: "I’m here."

Lou Ting Si leaned back on the sofa, his brow furrowed, cold sweat beading on his forehead, and his throat made a low whimper, like a small animal.

Qiao Chuchu gently patted his shoulder: "Lou Ting Si? Lou Ting Si?"

Lou Ting Si suddenly woke up, seeing Qiao Chuchu, and instinctively rushed to hold her!

Qiao Chuchu was enveloped like a big bear, and she fell onto the floor: "What’s wrong with you?"

Lou Ting Si tightened his arms around her, holding her for a long while before slowly regaining his composure.

It was just a nightmare.

He hadn’t dreamed about his childhood in so long.

He used to wake up from leg cramps, but this time, he dreamt of Qiao Chuchu coming to save him.

And now—

He was still holding her?

He quickly got up, pulled her up, and took two steps back: "Sorry, Miss Qiao, I had a nightmare."

Qiao Chuchu shook her head, looking at him with concern: "Are you alright? And why are you sleeping here?"

Lou Ting Si was taken aback, also unsure of himself.

He just wanted to watch Qiao Chuchu. It felt more reassuring to see her.

But he hadn’t expected to fall asleep.