Ah! The Villains I Forced to Turn Evil Can Read My Mind-Chapter 229

Pei Youchuan couldn't take it anymore: "I can't stand this anymore, I need to get out! We can deal with Weisheng Huailing and Chuchu's situation later! I don't want another man walking in here, giving them more time alone!"

Pei Buxian blocked the doorway, eavesdropping with a sly grin: "No way. Earlier in the greenhouse, I had a fight with Pei Mu and Pei Ci. Those two are definitely talking trash about me. I need to hear what they're saying!"

Besides, he wanted to see if Qiao Chuchu had followed through on their agreement and thrown out the flowers he had given her!

He glared suspiciously at the people behind him: "You all go do whatever you need to do. Don’t mess up my plan!"

The others: "..."

Inside ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‍the room, Qiao Chuchu looked at Pei Mu and Pei Ci as they burst into her room.

The two of them were dressed in black and white shirts, both paired with jeans.

Pei Mu wore a white shirt, jeans, and white sneakers.

Pei Ci was in a black shirt, jeans, and a pair of ankle boots.

Each of them carried a plate—one with strawberries, the other with sliced cantaloupe. They slithered over to Qiao Chuchu's bedside in unison: "Good morning, little sister."

Qiao Chuchu felt like she had been drained of half her life force. Every part of her ached terribly.

These healthy people were like energy-sucking demons.

She was being completely drained.

Qiao Chuchu sighed: "What now?"

Pei Ci sat on her right, his voice low and deep: "When you're sick, you don’t have much of an appetite, but you like fruit, right? Your brothers just washed some for you."

Pei Mu's voice was softer as he sat on her left: "Now we’re here to feed you some fruit, help you stay hydrated, and get some nutrients."

Her head was pounding: "The best nutrient for me would be you two shutting up and leaving. You’re so loud when you’re together."

Pei Mu and Pei Ci exchanged a glance, speaking in unison: "How can you say that? We’re not loud at all when we talk!"

Qiao Chuchu: "..."

They were being loud right now.

Pei Mu glanced at the tulips on the bedside table: "Did Pei Buxian just drop off flowers and leave?"

Qiao Chuchu couldn’t be bothered to think about it: "I don’t know, and I don’t care. Just leave already and give me some peace."

Pei Ci didn’t say anything, scanning the room for any hiding spots.

The bathroom door moved slightly.

Pei Ci raised an eyebrow.

Aha.

He walked over to the bathroom, shut the door, and locked it with a key he pulled out of his pocket.

Who would’ve thought he carried a key to Qiao Chuchu’s bathroom with him at all times?

Pei Buxian: "?!"

The others: "?"

Pei Ci happily pocketed the key, sat back down on Qiao Chuchu’s bed, and wrapped an arm around her from behind, covering her eyes with his hand: "You dare refuse your brother’s heartfelt gesture?"

Qiao Chuchu shivered at his closeness: "...You two know I have a fever, right?"

Pei Ci leaned closer to her cheek: "Yes, you’re burning up."

Pei Mu leaned in from the other side: "Yeah, really hot."

Qiao Chuchu’s eyes were covered, so she couldn’t see anything around her.

She was used to it.

Back when they were on good terms, they always liked covering her eyes.

It was their strange little quirk.

Her voice was flat and unyielding: "I don’t want to deal with this. I just want to sleep."

Pei Mu picked up a fork and held a piece of cantaloupe to her lips: "Just a little bite to soothe your throat, and then we’ll let you sleep."

Pei Ci kept his hand over her eyes.

Pei Mu brought the cantaloupe to her mouth.

The cool, refreshing taste spread across her tongue.

She felt a bit better.

Pei Mu’s amused voice echoed in her ear: "Is it good?"

She nodded: "Yes."

Pei Ci’s voice was slightly hoarse as he still covered her eyes: "Our Chuchu loves fruit, doesn’t she?"

Qiao Chuchu felt herself getting drowsy again.

Pei Ci’s deep voice murmured in her ear: "Right?"

She responded sluggishly: "Right."

Pei Ci held a strawberry to her lips: "Here, eat the tip of the strawberry."

Qiao Chuchu: "? What’s with the strawberry tip?"

She opened her mouth wide and devoured the entire strawberry in one bite.

Pei Ci’s fingers brushed against her lips, and his smile widened. He handed her another one: "Here, have another."

She turned her head away.

A piece of cantaloupe was promptly offered instead.

Pei Mu coaxed her: "Eat this."

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Qiao Chuchu gave up and lay back down: "No more. I’m full."

The two of them didn’t push her further, tucking her in: "How are you feeling now?"

She felt much better: "Thank you. You can eat the fruit, but don’t use the same fork as me. That’s gross."

Pei Mu twirled the fork in his hand, his tone affectionate: "I don’t think it’s gross. I think it shows how close we are."

Qiao Chuchu’s eyes snapped open, and she snatched the fork from his hand, tossing it straight into the trash!

Her expression was stern: "*I* think it’s gross."

Pei Mu: "..."

Pei Ci: "..."

She added with disdain: "You two can be weird, but don’t be disgusting."

Pei Mu: "..."

Pei Ci: "..."

Qiao Chuchu flopped back onto the bed, exhausted: "You two should leave. I probably have COVID, and it spreads fast. Stay away from me, and don’t come showing off in front of me. If you get a fever, I’m not taking care of you."

Pei Ci scoffed: "If we were going to catch it, we would’ve already. Why wait until now?"

Pei Mu propped his chin on his hand, smiling at her: "Do you think our fruit is better than Pei Buxian’s flowers?"

Qiao Chuchu: "?"

Pei Buxian pressed his ear against the door, his nerves on edge: "I knew these two were targeting me! They can’t compete with my flowers, so they resort to fruit! What does the sweetness of fruit have to do with them?!"

The others: "..."

Shen Zhuoyan couldn’t take it anymore: "Can we just kick the door down?"

Pei Buxian glared at him: "No! I need to see who she’ll choose! It’s just some fruit. My flowers were carefully selected and arranged early this morning. I already talked to Qiao Chuchu about it! She said she’d treasure my flowers!"

"..." Shen Zhuoyan looked at Pei Che in disbelief: "Do you all usually act like this?"

Pei Che glanced at him calmly: "Yes. I hope you don’t get dragged into this mess."

Shen Zhuoyan: "..."

Inside the room, Pei Mu leaned lazily on the bed, resting his head on his hand, and spoke gently to Qiao Chuchu: "Flowers are all show and no substance. Fruit is much more refreshing, don’t you think?"

Qiao Chuchu grew wary: "Why are you comparing yourselves to Pei Buxian? You know he’s a bit unhinged, right?"

Pei Mu patted her arm, his tone light: "Just asking. We’re his older brothers. We wouldn’t bully him, would we?"

Pei Ci lay on the other side, arms crossed behind his head, completely at ease: "It’s fine, Chuchu. Even though we’re not related by blood, Buxian is our younger brother. Blood is thicker than water."

Qiao Chuchu’s headache worsened, and she cut straight to the point: "Buxian’s better."

A strange, excited noise that sounded a lot like Pei Buxian came from the bathroom: "Whoo!"