Ah! The Villains I Forced to Turn Evil Can Read My Mind-Chapter 313

Qiao Chuchu grew increasingly alarmed: "Is this your plan? You won't let me out unless I forgive you?!"

"Correct." Pei Fengnong buried his face in the crook of her neck, his voice fierce: "We won’t let you go until you truly forgive us."

Qiao Chuchu let out a disbelieving laugh: "How would you even know when I’ve forgiven you?"

Pei Fengnong: "We can hear your thoughts. No matter how hard you try to suppress them, your inner voice can’t be hidden."

Qiao Chuchu: "..."

Pei Fengnong released her, his expression earnest as he spoke: "But don’t worry—in this house, you’re the boss. You’re the only one who matters. You’re not without freedom. You can go out with us—shopping, dining, wherever you want, whatever you want to do. We’ll make time to accompany you!"

The more she listened, the less she understood: "Don’t you realize how twisted this is?!"

Pei Fengnong: "Not at all."

Qiao Chuchu: "?!"

Pei Fengnong cupped her face, his gaze tender and pleading: "As long as you forgive me in the end, I’ll do anything. It’s fine if you resent me now—I’ll prove my sincerity to you."

Her breath hitched. She felt like she was losing her mind.

[They’re actually keeping me prisoner and don’t even see it as wrong!!]

Overwhelmed, she turned her face away: "Get out."

Pei Fengnong hesitated: "Chuchu—"

She snapped: "Out!!"

Pei Che’s voice suddenly cut in: "Leave, Pei Fengnong. I need to talk to her."

Qiao Chuchu startled, turning toward the sound.

Pei Che stood at the doorway, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a set of keys—likely to her room.

Qiao Chuchu: "...?"

[Does everyone have a key to my room?! Is my lock useless?!]

Pei Che tucked the keys back into his pocket: "We modified the lock on your door. Even if you lock it, we can still open it—just in case we can’t get in."

Her jaw dropped in disbelief: "What about my privacy?"

"You’ll have it," Pei Che said. "Once you forgive us."

Qiao Chuchu: "..."

Pei ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‍Fengnong cast one last longing glance at her before brushing past and stepping out.

Shadows lingered outside the door—it seemed many others were waiting there.

Pei Fengnong shut the door, muffling the noise beyond.

At a loss for words, Qiao Chuchu stared blankly at Pei Che: "Second Brother."

"Don’t call me that," Pei Che met her gaze unflinchingly. "I don’t deserve to be your brother."

Qiao Chuchu let out a cold laugh, grinding her teeth in frustration: "Then what will it take for you to let me go?"

Pei Che didn’t answer. Instead, he stepped closer. "You’re not well. Go lie down. Your hand is injured—let me treat it."

She shoved him away: "Stay back!"

Pei Che’s eyes darkened. In an instant, he pinned her against the wall, gripping both her wrists with one hand and lifting them above her head!

With practiced ease, he twisted open a bottle of antiseptic, holding her wrist steady while dabbing iodine onto her wound with a cotton swab.

"Does it hurt?"

His gaze flickered down as he tended to her: "Tell me if it does."

Humiliated, Qiao Chuchu tried to kick him where it would hurt most!

But Pei Che was faster—his leg pressed against hers, his knee forcing her legs apart.

Her face paled: "What are you doing?!" novelbuddy.cσ๓

[I didn’t even think anything! My thoughts weren’t exposed this time!]

Pei Che ignored her protest, leaning in closer to finish dressing the wound. His eyes trailed downward, a faint smirk in their depths: "Qiao Chuchu, I raised you. Even without hearing your thoughts, I can tell when you’re up to no good."

Setting the cotton aside, he murmured, "There. Now I’m at ease."

Then, in one swift motion, Pei Che scooped her into his arms. "Now it’s my turn to apologize."