Ah! The Villains I Forced to Turn Evil Can Read My Mind-Chapter 237
Qiao Chuchu fell silent.
She didn’t want to see him anyway.
She threw the question back at him: “What about you? You know I’ll beat you up if we meet. Why do you want to see me?”
As long as Ji Yanchuan didn’t extend the invitation, nothing would happen.
She wouldn’t be forced to follow the script.
Ji Yanchuan was stunned by her words, leaning against the car window in confusion, unsure how to respond.
Qiao Chuchu narrowed her eyes in disbelief: “You don’t like me, do you?”
That couldn’t be.
The script’s template was clear: the female lead falls for Ji Yanchuan first, knowingly becoming the third party and confessing her feelings, stealing him away from the supporting female character, Lin Qing.
He was the script’s golden boy—could he really fall for her first?
Sure enough, Ji Yanchuan exploded: “Like you? Bullshit!”
She breathed a sigh of relief: “Good. If you liked me in this kind of fire-and-water relationship, you’d be nothing but a spineless fool.”
Ji Yanchuan shuddered, abruptly lowering the car’s partition to prevent the driver from overhearing.
Once the partition was down, he pressed himself against the window, watching the bustling traffic outside. Some passersby noticed him, their eyes widening in surprise as they stared until his car disappeared into the distance.
A sense of unprecedented humiliation washed over Ji Yanchuan.
To be gawked at like this in his own car!
Hatred and a desire to dominate surged within him like a volcano ready to erupt. He gritted his teeth, glaring at Qiao Chuchu: “I think you’re the one who likes me, deliberately trying to get my attention! Well, let me tell you—you’ve succeeded!”
Qiao Chuchu effortlessly twisted his arm, her eyebrow arching mischievously as a wicked smile spread across her lips.
Her watery eyes held no warmth, only a mocking disdain for him.
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“Me? Like you?”
Her voice, still hoarse from a lingering cold, carried a nasal tone: “Ji Yanchuan, do you ever look in the mirror?”
The car entered a tunnel.
Qiao Chuchu grabbed his hair, forcing him to look at his reflection in the window.
Ji Yanchuan winced in pain, staring at his disheveled reflection.
His bangs were tousled, making him look utterly pathetic.
Qiao Chuchu said coldly: “See that reflection?”
Ji Yanchuan endured the pain, his eyes fixed on the glass.
Qiao Chuchu continued: “No matter what tricks you pull, or what anyone else tries, even if my life is threatened, I’ll never like you.”
She sneered: “Because you’re nothing but trash who’d emotionally cheat. No matter how many halos heaven bestows on you, no matter how dazzling they are, you’re still a scumbag who’d abandon your fiancée for a scheming woman, and a jerk who’d emotionally abuse her.”
Ji Yanchuan: “...I’ve never done any of those things.”
“Then why did you go comfort Xia Xuechun when she was crying?”
She tightened her grip on his short hair, her voice dripping with sarcasm: “Lin Qing had just broken off the engagement with you. Instead of going to her, you went to console Xia Xuechun. How can you justify your flirtatious behavior?”
Ji Yanchuan’s temple throbbed with anger: “Who I comfort is my own business! What’s wrong with giving someone a hug?!”
He sounded almost wronged: “Besides, I never really loved Lin Qing! We were just childhood friends, and it was an arranged marriage! I was never happy about getting engaged to her!”
“Unhappy, yet you still got physically involved?” Qiao Chuchu laughed at his response: “What, did Lin Qing force you to take things further?”
Ji Yanchuan froze, unable to retort.
She chuckled darkly.
When the system handed her the novel, she found it ridiculous.
All the male characters who fell for Xia Xuechun—whether it was the seven obsessive male leads from the Pei family or characters like Wei Sheng Biehe—were all handsome, wealthy, and pure.
Of course, Xia Xuechun was also a female lead who had never been in a physical relationship.
But the male lead, Ji Yanchuan, wasn’t pure.
In her opinion, pairing Xia Xuechun with someone like Ji Yanchuan was unfair.
At the very least, Ji Yanchuan should also be pure for the relationship to be balanced.
But Ji Yanchuan had been with Lin Qing since adulthood.
And they had been together for years.
In the story, after falling for Xia Xuechun, he began emotionally neglecting Lin Qing.
The years of emotions he shared with Lin Qing were dismissed as—
A forced marriage for family alliances.
「I never experienced love with Lin Qing.」
「Xia Xuechun showed me what real love feels like.」
Qiao Chuchu’s disgust grew as she twisted his wrist harder: “A man who denies his past relationships is nothing but a worthless man. How can anyone expect you to have genuine feelings?!”
Ji Yanchuan’s tears welled up from the pain, biting his lip to keep from crying out.
Qiao Chuchu released him with a look of disdain.
Ji Yanchuan finally caught his breath, clutching his reddened wrist as he leaned back in his seat.
He cradled his injured hand, turning to look out the window, forcing back his tears.
He didn’t dare wipe them away, afraid Qiao Chuchu would see.
If she knew he’d cried from the pain, she’d probably be thrilled!
But the more he thought about it, the more wronged he felt. His body trembled from the pain, his voice shaking with helpless anger: “I’ll kill you…”
He turned to her and shouted: “I’ll fucking kill you!!!”
Qiao Chuchu felt something wet hit her face and frowned in disgust: “Did you just spit on me?”
She looked at him and saw Ji Yanchuan’s tear-streaked face, his eyes brimming with tears as he glared at her.
She was momentarily surprised, wiping her face: “Oh, it’s just your tears.”
Ji Yanchuan: “?”
She rubbed the moisture between her fingers, mocking him: “All I did was twist your wrist a bit, and you’re crying from the pain? And here I am, still sick with a cold. You’re as weak as a puppy. How are you going to kill me?”
Ji Yanchuan's eyes widened, his chest heaving as if he had been deeply wronged. But his clumsy tongue failed him, and he couldn't muster a single retort.
Instead, he only felt more wronged.
The tears flowed even harder.
Qiao Chuchu smiled maliciously, delighted by his tears.
The car pulled up in front of a luxurious club.
The bodyguard in the passenger seat spoke nervously: “Young Master, we’ve arrived.”
Qiao Chuchu opened the door and stepped out without hesitation.
Ji Yanchuan’s eyes were bloodshot as he glared at her with hatred.
She impatiently said: “Not coming? Then I’m going home.”
Ji Yanchuan didn’t respond, roughly wiping away his tears before stepping out of the car with red-rimmed eyes.
The bodyguard noticed his tear-stained face and stared in shock.
He’d heard the commotion.
But... had the usually cold and aloof Young Master really been reduced to tears?
Ji Yanchuan lowered his head, avoiding the bodyguard’s gaze: “You don’t need to follow.”
The bodyguard: “...”
He’d been beaten to tears, yet he didn’t want backup? Wasn’t he afraid of being reduced to tears again?
Reluctantly, the bodyguard obeyed: “Understood.”
Ji Yanchuan put on his sunglasses, shooting Qiao Chuchu a venomous glare as he spat out a threat: “Qiao Chuchu, this is the last time I’ll seek you out. Next time we meet, I’ll be your trouble. For today, I’ll let you off.”
