Ah! The Villains I Forced to Turn Evil Can Read My Mind-Chapter 254

Yun Sui was so shocked that her jaw dropped!

She glanced at the revitalized Shi Yu, then at the stunned Qiao Chuchu, her voice trembling: "H-How did you do that?!"

Qiao Chuchu stared blankly back at Yun Sui.

She had no idea how she'd done it either.

Yun Sui’s gaze darted between her and Shi Yu, her eyes welling up with excitement: "The moment you touched my grandson, he woke up!"

Qiao Chuchu paled in horror, waving her hands in denial: "This has nothing to do with me, Madam Yun! Superstitions are unreliable! Shi Yu recovered on his own—it wasn’t because I touched him! He just happened to wake up at that exact moment!"

Shen Zhuoyan strode to the bedside, watching as Shi Yu’s expression grew more animated, his brows knitting together so tightly they could crush a fly.

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His gaze shifted between Qiao Chuchu’s back and Shi Yu’s face, his confusion palpable.

Shi Yu propped himself up, his eyes lingering on Qiao Chuchu with an intensity that could weave silk: "Miss Qiao, there’s no need to be modest. You’re the one who saved me."

Qiao Chuchu: "? I’m not being modest."

[All I did was put a bracelet on him—how is that saving him? If it were really that magical, one hug from me would probably make him jump up and start dancing the "Ke Mu San"!]

Shi Yu chuckled lightly: "Shall we test it? A hug might give me even more strength."

Qiao Chuchu stumbled back three steps in alarm: "N-No way! That kind of contact between a man and a woman is… inappropriate."

Shi Yu’s smile deepened as he turned to Yun Sui: "Grandmother, Miss Qiao did save me. I distinctly felt a surge of energy when she touched me. Even now, I don’t feel as groggy as usual."

It was true.

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Every time he’d woken from unconsciousness before, he’d been weak—even speaking a single sentence made the room spin.

But now, he could sit up effortlessly and hold a conversation.

Qiao Chuchu, feeling the weight of the situation, retreated further: "Shi Yu, this really has nothing to do with me! It’s just a coincidence. Making me sound like some kind of miracle worker—how could Madam Yun possibly believe that?!"

"I believe it!" Yun Sui burst into tears, clasping her hands together and gazing tearfully out the window. "I’ve consulted so many masters, and they all told me that once my grandson found his true destiny, he’d recover!"

She seized Qiao Chuchu’s hands: "Shi Yu was always collapsing, and when he did wake up, he was so sickly that none of the girls we knew wanted to waste time on him. I’d been wondering how to find his true destiny—and here you are!"

Qiao Chuchu: "???"

How could *she* be his true destiny?!

And what even *was* a true destiny?!

Yun Sui wept uncontrollably, bending down to embrace Shi Yu: "All my years of virtue and prayers have finally been answered! Shi Yu, your fortune has arrived!"

Shi Yu, moved by her emotions, blinked back tears and looked at Qiao Chuchu: "My grandmother is devout, so she accepts things that can’t be easily explained."

Qiao Chuchu: "……"

She exchanged a stunned glance with Shen Zhuoyan.

Shen Zhuoyan’s face was thunderous, like a wolf guarding its territory, his hostility radiating toward Shi Yu.

Shi Yu, still weak, murmured: "Grandmother, I’m a little hungry."

Yun Sui covered her mouth in delight: "You’re hungry? That’s wonderful! Before, you could barely eat. I’ll have the kitchen prepare something right away!"

She wiped her tears and beamed at Qiao Chuchu: "Miss Qiao, why don’t you keep Shi Yu company while we wait? You two can eat together later, alright?"

Qiao Chuchu: "……"

An elderly woman was tearfully begging her to chat with her grandson, who’d been unconscious for days.

How could she refuse?

She forced a stiff smile: "Alright."

Yun Sui nodded through her tears, already dialing a number as she hurried out: "Old man, listen! We’ve found Shi Yu’s true destiny! He’s awake, he’s hungry, and he even has the strength to sit up!"

"What? You’re coming home?!"

"Yes, yes, hurry back and see for yourself—sob!"

Her voice faded into the distance.

The butler, equally stunned, hesitated before closing the door, offering Qiao Chuchu a deferential smile: "Miss Qiao, would you like some fruit?"

Qiao Chuchu: "……"

The butler nodded courteously: "I’ll bring some shortly."

Qiao Chuchu: "……"

The door clicked shut.

Now, only the three of them remained—her, Shi Yu, and Shen Zhuoyan.

The atmosphere turned palpably tense.

Shi Yu struggled to sit up further: "I should freshen up first. It’d be impolite otherwise."

Qiao Chuchu instinctively moved to help, but Shen Zhuoyan shouldered past her, stone-faced, and assisted Shi Yu out of bed.

Shi Yu picked up the dragon-headed cane beside the bed and studied Shen Zhuoyan.

His gaze was slow and penetrating, tracing every contour of Shen Zhuoyan’s face.

Shen Zhuoyan, though supporting him, held himself with a sharp, unyielding posture.

As Shi Yu scrutinized him, Shen Zhuoyan stared back just as intently—like a hook trying to drag out Shi Yu’s thoughts.

Their locked eyes sparked with invisible friction.

Shi Yu’s brow arched slightly before he withdrew his arm from Shen Zhuoyan’s grip. Leaning on his cane, he limped step by step toward the bathroom.

Qiao Chuchu squeezed her eyes shut in distress.

[Oh god!]

[First, I get the heroine’s aura and Ji Yanchuan won’t leave me alone—now there’s a former male lead too?!]

[Did he really recover because of my heroine aura? I’m skeptical… but he *does* seem stronger.]

[Am I Shi Yu’s personal power bank or something?!]

Shen Zhuoyan’s expression darkened further.

Qiao Chuchu paced anxiously: [What if Shi Yu starts clinging to me like Ji Yanchuan?]

She clutched her head in despair: [How am I supposed to handle that? Shi Yu isn’t annoying—he’s actually kind. I can’t just kick him away like Ji Yanchuan.]

[He’s so frail… one kick and he’d probably shatter like a skeleton model.]

In the bathroom, Shi Yu: "……"

He studied his reflection.

Hollow cheeks, dull eyes, bloodless lips.

He looked like he was on death’s doorstep.

His features weren’t bad, but his gauntness had erased any trace of his former vitality.

Nothing like that man outside—all hard muscle and vigor.

Who’d want a fragile invalid like him?

His eyes shadowed as he spotted a decorative pair of glasses nearby. An idea struck him.

——

Back in the bedroom, Qiao Chuchu gnawed on her finger, oblivious to the pain.

She was spiraling.

What if Shi Yu *did* start clinging to her for energy?

The more she thought, the more suffocated she felt. There was no clean solution.

The bathroom door creaked open.

Shi Yu emerged, leaning on his cane: "Apologies for the wait, Miss Qiao."

Qiao Chuchu turned, bracing herself—then froze.

Shi Yu’s hair was slightly long, styled like a wolf cut, with a few strands falling over his collarbone—casual yet effortlessly refined.

His delicate features were accentuated by silver-framed glasses, paired with his black silk pajamas, exuding an air of fragile beauty.

【Oh my god…】

Her eyes widened in awe.

【With those glasses, his sickly pallor is barely noticeable now. He totally looks like the kind of doomed white moonlight described in novels!】

Shen Zhuoyan’s gaze darkened as he stared intently at Shi Yu.

Leaning on a cane, Shi Yu took slow, deliberate steps toward Qiao Chuchu. “How do I look?”

Snapping out of her daze, Qiao Chuchu nodded honestly. “Much more lively!”

Shi Yu smiled and turned to Shen Zhuoyan. “Is this handsome guy your bodyguard?”

She nodded again. “Yes.”

Shi Yu eyed Shen Zhuoyan enviously. “You seem really fit. Do you work out often?”

Shen Zhuoyan frowned slightly, unsure where this was going, but gave a curt nod.

“That’s nice.” Shi Yu covered his mouth with a light cough and said to Qiao Chuchu, “Not like me—I get tired after just a few steps.”

Shen Zhuoyan: “…?”

Was he being petty?

Logically, Shi Yu was just stating facts, but why did it sound so… irritating?