Ah! The Villains I Forced to Turn Evil Can Read My Mind-Chapter 200

Xia Xuechun clutched the key, her head bowed as she stood outside Qi Xiaojia's door, listening to the muffled sobs from within. Silent tears streamed down her face.

Every tear she shed was for herself. She bit her lip and forced a bitter smile. "In the end, isn't it because I didn't find you a job worth fifty thousand yuan that you resent me? Calling me hypocritical—you're the real hypocrite, Qi Xiaojia."

She tossed the key at the doorstep and walked out of the building, dialing a number. "Brother Long, thank you for your advice. I think this is the best way to keep her quiet."

Recording a video of Qi Xiaojia was meant to serve as insurance, to shut her up and prevent her from revealing the truth to Qiao Chuchu.

This was the plan Brother Long had suggested.

The man on the other end of the line spoke gently, "Are you crying?"

Xia Xuechun nodded, her voice trembling with sobs. "I'm heartbroken. I truly considered her a friend, but she insulted me like this."

The man chuckled softly. "It's alright. I'm right outside. Look up."

Xia Xuechun looked up in surprise.

A middle-aged man stood in front of a luxury car, smiling as he hung up the phone and opened his arms. "Come here, let me hug you."

Her eyes lit up, and she rushed into his embrace. "Brother!"

He patted her head affectionately. "Don't waste your tears on someone unworthy. Come on, let me take you shopping. You've had a rough day, haven't you?"

Xia Xuechun was on the verge of tears again, overwhelmed with gratitude. She got into the car with him, and they drove off.

Meanwhile, Qiao Chuchu, sitting in her car and recording the scene, muttered under her breath: "Ugh! Disgusting! Absolutely vile!"

She saved the video and uploaded it to the cloud, grumbling, "Watching this might help me lose ten pounds. I'll use it as a weight-loss tool from now on."

Qiao Chuchu hurriedly got out of the car, suppressing her nausea as she approached Qi Xiaojia's apartment. Two bodyguards walked ahead of her, and one followed behind.

As they reached the door, one of the bodyguards paused. "Someone's crying."

Qiao Chuchu dismissed it. "It's probably Qi Xiaojia. Those two must have had a fight. That's why Xia Xuechun left in tears."

The other bodyguard frowned. "No, Miss. The crying sounds... off."

Qiao Chuchu's heart tightened. Her eyes flicked to the ground. "There's a key here."

Without hesitation, the bodyguards shielded her and cautiously unlocked the door.

The moment it opened, the sound of weeping and a man's lecherous laughter flooded out.

Qiao Chuchu and the bodyguards rushed in, only to be stunned by the scene before them.

Multiple cameras were aimed at Qi Xiaojia, who lay on the floor, her clothes torn, with no blanket to cover herself. Her mouth was sealed with tape, and she was surrounded by men, utterly trapped and desperate.

Her tear-filled eyes widened when she noticed Qiao Chuchu.

Qi Xiaojia let out a heart-wrenching wail: "Mmmph! Mmmph!!"

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It was Qiao Chuchu!

Save her!

Please, save her!!

Qiao Chuchu stared in shock at the equally stunned thug across the room.

Was this... Xia Xuechun's doing?

Had she sent people to harm her own friend?!

The thug, seeing Qiao Chuchu, snarled and charged forward. "Where the hell did you come from?!"

Qiao Chuchu's expression darkened. "Take them down!"

Her bodyguards sprang into action, swiftly overpowering the thugs and leaving them writhing on the floor in pain.

One of the thugs tried to get up, defiant.

Qiao Chuchu stomped on him, her foot landing squarely between his legs.

The man howled in agony: "Aaaah!!!!"

The bodyguards winced, instinctively covering their own groins as they glanced nervously at Qiao Chuchu.

Her face cold, Qiao Chuchu twisted her foot, grinding it until the man was drenched in sweat, on the verge of passing out from the pain. Only then did she relent.

She took off her coat and draped it over Qi Xiaojia, helping her pull up her pants and removing the tape from her mouth. "It's over. You're safe now. Don't be afraid."

Qi Xiaojia, her face streaked with tears, clung to Qiao Chuchu, sobbing. "Xia Xuechun locked me in here! I didn’t even have time to grab my keys before they dragged me away!"

Qiao Chuchu frowned. "What?"

Qi Xiaojia tightened her grip, nearly suffocating Qiao Chuchu. "Thank you for saving me. Really, thank you so much!"

Qiao Chuchu glanced at the key on the floor, her mind racing.

In the original timeline, Xia Xuechun would have narrowly escaped danger and become Ji Yanchuan's wife, while Qi Xiaojia would have made a fortune with her support.

But Xia Xuechun's marriage to Ji Yanchuan depended on others "donating blood" for her.

Her hands were clean; she only needed to stand on the moral high ground, spouting inspirational quotes to secure her victory.

The dirty work was always left to others.

Qi Xiaojia had been one of Xia Xuechun's most loyal pawns, shouldering all the high-risk tasks.

Now, the plot had deviated so much from the original story. The "donors" were no longer sufficient or of high quality. Xia Xuechun, always one to say one thing and do another, had started to exploit those around her.

Qiao Chuchu thought carefully before taking Qi Xiaojia's cold hand. "I have an unreasonable request. I need your consent."

Qi Xiaojia looked at her warily, then fearfully at the three towering bodyguards behind her. "Y-you're not going to hurt me too, are you?"

"No," Qiao Chuchu said seriously. "I want you to delay exposing Xia Xuechun."

Qi Xiaojia blinked in confusion. "What?"

Qiao Chuchu recalled the new storyline from her premonitions and explained patiently, "Tonight, there's a charity auction. It's Xia Xuechun's official debut in high society."

"The Dragon Family and Old Madam Wang are planning to promote her. They'll have her present a painting, then orchestrate a bidding war to drive the price up to one and a half million. Her painting will be the only one at the event, making her the center of attention. The Dragon Family has already bribed influencers to call her a prodigious grassroots artist. She'll trend online, her reputation skyrocketing overnight."

Qiao Chuchu smirked coldly. "My original plan was to bring my own painting and steal her spotlight. With me there, her title of 'genius artist' would be exposed as undeserved."

"But if you team up with me, when Xia Xuechun tries to compete with me, you can accuse her of hiring those men to assault you. The impact would be completely different."

She laid out her strategy carefully. "I'll let Xia Xuechun soar high, only to fall harder. I also have a recording of her admitting to plagiarizing my work. I can humiliate everyone who supported her."

"And you," Qiao Chuchu pressed Qi Xiaojia's hand. "I'll cover all your parents' medical expenses, from their hospitalization to their discharge. If you perform well, I'll even give you five million yuan."

Qi Xiaojia was stunned. "Is Xia Xuechun worth five million?"

"She is," Qiao Chuchu confirmed. "Absolutely."

With Xia Xuechun's incredible luck, once she rose to prominence, it would be nearly impossible to bring her down.

In the timeline where Qiao Chuchu had failed, Pei Youchuan had died around this time. Distraught and preoccupied with his funeral, she hadn't paid attention to the charity auction.

That was the day Xia Xuechun had soared to fame, appearing before the entire world.

By the time Qiao Chuchu emerged from her grief, seven days had passed.

Then, the events spiraled out of control.

One by one, her brothers died.

She couldn't remember how she had felt in that previous timeline. All she knew was that, by the end, she had become numb.

Numbness wasn't a good sign—it meant her mind was protecting her from the unbearable pain.

Clearly, her failure had dealt her a devastating blow.

Qi Xiaojia was a crucial piece in this game.