Ah! The Villains I Forced to Turn Evil Can Read My Mind-Chapter 169: Xia Xuechun, believe it or not, I let you walk hand in hand with your two fathers
Shen said nothing more and, without waiting for Qiao Chuchu to say anything, hurriedly walked away.
Qiao Chuchu stood in place, confused, while Lin Qing began to laugh: "Alright, we’ve helped him out, no need to worry about it."
"But—" Qiao Chuchu hesitated, "Why doesn’t he recognize me? Before he went to prison, he didn’t say this to me."
[Shen Zhuoyan was always indifferent to everyone, as if he had no emotions, but we were deskmates for two years. He was kind to me, and before he turned himself in, he called me. I checked with others, and none of them got a call from him.]
Lin Qing’s expression grew ambiguous as she patted Qiao Chuchu’s shoulder and smiled reassuringly: "Don’t worry, if he truly sees you as a friend, he’ll show up in front of you again."
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Shen Zhuoyan placed his hands on the washbasin and looked at himself in the mirror.
His eyes were bloodshot, with a layer of dark circles under them—evidence of years of poor sleep, making him appear harsh and haggard.
But this alone made him completely different from the confident young man he used to be.
Completely different.
He gritted his teeth, slowly clenching his fists.
His phone buzzed.
Shen Zhuoyan opened his phone, frowning as he read the message. He put the phone away and walked out of the store.
Xia Xuechun stood at the entrance of the nightclub. As soon as she saw him, she happily ran over: "Shen Zhuoyan!"
Shen Zhuoyan raised his hand, signaling her to stay back and maintain a distance of one step: "Miss Xia, I’ve already told your father. The rent is paid, and I’ll give you the salary. If you're in a hurry to collect, I don’t have it right now."
Xia Xuechun froze for a moment before laughing brightly: "I’m not here for the rent. I’m here to show you something~"
She stepped aside, revealing a Mercedes Benz: "Look, this is my car. I have a car now~"
Shen Zhuoyan frowned: "You bought it?"
"Big Brother Long Yuntian bought it for me." Xia Xuechun’s voice took on a playful, seductive tone: "He was really upset when he heard that Long Yunxiao took me to F country, so he insisted on buying me a car to cheer up. So now I have a Mercedes!"
Xia Xuechun proudly pointed to the new car with a red ribbon: "How does it look? Pretty, right?"
Shen Zhuoyan narrowed his eyes, looking at the sleek lines of the car, and a sneer slowly formed in his eyes: "Miss Xia, do you know this is community property? Long Yuntian’s wife has the right to take it back, right?"
Xia Xuechun didn’t understand: "Why would his wife take it back? She doesn’t even know."
Shen Zhuoyan mocked, curling his lips: "It’s nothing."
He turned and walked away: "I’m going to work."
"Wait, wait, explain this to me." Xia Xuechun blocked his path, no longer smiling: "Do you think I’m a mistress?"
Shen Zhuoyan looked down at her, his tone calm but tinged with sarcasm: "Both Big Brother Long and Second Brother Long are married with children. They buy you cars, clothes, bags, and take you abroad. Who doesn’t understand the significance of this?"
The more he thought about it, the more disgusted he became, and his tone became more mocking: "Congratulations, you’ve found yourself a sugar daddy, but you don’t need to tell me about it."
Xia Xuechun suddenly slapped him across the face: "Slap!!"
Shen Zhuoyan was caught off guard, and the slap quickly burned across his face.
His temper flared up, and his anger surged to his head: "What the hell are you doing?!"
Xia Xuechun flinched, tears welling up in her eyes as she retorted: "You insulted me! I’m just like a sister to them! We stayed in the presidential suite in F country, Second Brother was particularly polite, and didn’t cross any boundaries. Nothing happened between us!"
She grew more aggrieved as she spoke: "I can accept it if others misunderstand me, but you misunderstand me too?"
Shen Zhuoyan’s words grew more sarcastic: "So, what if I misunderstood you? What’s so special about me in your eyes?"
Xia Xuechun widened her eyes, seemingly not expecting him to say that, tears running down her face, feeling deeply wronged.
Shen Zhuoyan showed no sympathy, coldly asking: "Do you like me?"
Xia Xuechun froze, as though her thoughts had been exposed, her face turning red.
Shen Zhuoyan sneered: "People like you, doing morally corrupt things, yet using lofty excuses to justify yourselves. You’re the purest people in the world, right?"
His tone turned frigid as he added: "I won’t rent your house anymore. Let your dad find a new tenant."
He brushed past Xia Xuechun, then thought of something and taunted: "Your shoes have pure sheepskin soles. They’re only good for walking on a red carpet or smooth surfaces. They can’t get wet; if they do, they’re ruined. You didn’t know that, did you?"
Xia Xuechun froze and realized she was stepping in a small puddle.
She quickly jumped out, glanced at the bottom of her shoes, and frowned in distress: "These shoes are so expensive! Why can’t they even touch water?!"
Shen Zhuoyan mocked: "Let your dad buy you another pair. After all, you’ve got two dads."
Xia Xuechun’s breath caught, and her face flushed as she rebutted: "I bought these myself!"
Shen Zhuoyan: "?"
These shoes must be worth at least 20,000 to 30,000. She bought them herself?
Xia Xuechun stubbornly raised her chin: "I’ve started painting now. I sold a painting for 100,000!"
Shen Zhuoyan: "?"
"You study fine arts?"
"No," Xia Xuechun said proudly, "But Big Brother Long says I have talent in painting, so he encouraged me to do it. I finished a painting and sold it right away. Now Big Brother Long’s friends are all reserving my paintings, saying they’ll buy them as soon as they’re finished. I’m starting to be self-reliant!"
Shen Zhuoyan froze for a moment before laughing absurdly: "Ha!"
Xia Xuechun felt inexplicably offended: "What are you laughing at? Do you look down on me?"
Shen Zhuoyan shook his head mockingly and said meaningfully: "Some people only support you because they want to use their connections, and you think it’s your own talent."
Xia Xuechun: "?"
"You can’t deny that I’m really talented. I know someone who makes 200,000 a month drawing comics. I made 200,000 today, and I’m planning to stay up all night drawing more, aiming to sell a million!"
Shen Zhuoyan wasn’t interested and turned to leave.
Xia Xuechun muttered in dissatisfaction: "That bitchy Qiao Chuchu, one day, I’ll step on her head!"
Shen Zhuoyan stopped in his tracks, suddenly turning around: "What did you say?"
Xia Xuechun snorted, her voice coy: "I know someone in the art world who makes 200,000 a month drawing comics. She’s not as good as me. I just stepped into the art world and already made 200,000. It’ll be easy for me to surpass her."
Shen Zhuoyan became alert: "The Qiao Chuchu you’re talking about, does she have seven brothers? Are her brothers all named Pei?"
"Yes," Xia Xuechun nodded, looking at him with hesitation: "But I think her name is Qiao Chuchu, right?"
"No, she’s just called Qiao Chuchu," Shen Zhuoyan’s expression darkened, and his tone turned cold: "When Qiao Chuchu held her first art exhibition, the cheapest painting sold for two million. Many famous masters praised her. She’s renowned for her exceptional talent in painting. What are you, with your connections, compared to her?"
Xia Xuechun was taken aback, astonished: "You... you know Qiao Chuchu?"
"Yes," Shen Zhuoyan bent down, his eyes cold and ruthless as he stared at her: "I hate mistresses and cheating men. So you better watch yourself. If I find out you’re sabotaging Qiao Chuchu, I don’t mind sending you and your dads off together."
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He held up three fingers: "You’ve got two dads, so all three of you can walk together."
