Ah! The Villains I Forced to Turn Evil Can Read My Mind-Chapter 305

The staff fastened her and Lou Yuejue’s seatbelts—one strap and a U-shaped safety bar.

The bell rang, and the roller coaster started moving.

Lou Yuejue gripped the safety bar excitedly, turning to look at Qiao Chuchu.

Feeling his gaze, she glanced back.

The light fell on Lou Yuejue’s face, the wind lifting his bangs to reveal his delicate features.

His eyes sparkled with joy: "Sister, you’re so pretty."

Qiao Chuchu froze, then reached out to ruffle his hair, praising him generously: "When Yuejue grows up, he’ll be a heartthrob, just as handsome as your dad."

Lou Yuejue’s eyebrows rose, his smile widening as he touched her cheek: "Thank you, Sister!"

As he raised his hand, a crisp snap echoed.

His seatbelt had snapped.

Qiao Chuchu: "?"

Lou Yuejue: "?"

They locked eyes.

Then looked up at the roller coaster, now suspended at its peak, ready to plunge.

Qiao Chuchu’s mind short-circuited. She grabbed Lou Yuejue in a death grip!

The roller coaster shot downward!

She shrieked like a boiling kettle: "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Lou Yuejue’s eyes widened in exhilaration. Watching Qiao Chuchu, who was terrified of heights, cling to him so tightly, he felt no fear—just an urge to laugh.

Qiao Chuchu’s scalp nearly flew off from the wind as she struggled to hold onto Lou Yuejue, her fingers digging into his arm, terrified he’d fall!

[Oh fcking hell! If Lou Yuejue falls, I’ll fcking lose it!!]

[I’ll fcking blow this godforsaken place to smithereens with C4!!!!]

Lou Yuejue’s eyes lit up in delight: "Sister, since when did you learn to transmit Morse code with your swearing?!"

Qiao Chuchu didn’t hear him: "WHAT?!"

"Nothing!" Lou Yuejue spread his arms, embracing the wind, laughing: "I’m so happy!~"

Qiao Chuchu: "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU HAPPY ABOUT?!"

Meanwhile, Ji Yanchuan sat in the rest area, gloomily surveying the decrepit amusement park.

Meng Xue’er approached, handing him a can of cola: "Something on your mind?"

Ji Yanchuan accepted it, sighing: "I feel like there’s a void inside me. I don’t know who I am or where I belong. And now this park is closing for good—where do I go after today?"

He sighed again: "Even on its last day, no one’s here."

A boy ran up, panting: "Ji Yanchuan! We’ve got customers!"

Ji Yanchuan shot to his feet: "Really? What ride are they on?!"

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The boy grinned: "The roller coaster! Someone finally rode our decade-abandoned coaster!"

Ji Yanchuan’s face brightened: "Are they screaming?!"

The boy nodded eagerly: "Screaming their lungs out!!!"

Ji ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‍Yanchuan sprinted toward the ride, hearing a girl’s bloodcurdling shrieks from afar: "AHHHHHHHHHH!"

His eyes welled up: "After ten years… someone finally rode it. And they sound like they’re dying!"

He covered his mouth, choked up: "It’s beautiful."

Qiao Chuchu clung to Lou Yuejue, her fear of heights skyrocketing!

Lou Yuejue, flustered by her tight embrace, grinned ear-to-ear!

But then, her thoughts echoed in his mind—

[If anything happens to Lou Yuejue, Lou Tingsi will murder me!]

[And I’m terrified of heights! Why did this have to happen? My heart’s gonna give out!!!]

Lou Yuejue’s smile faded.

Just then, the ride screeched to a halt.

Guiltily, he looked at Qiao Chuchu.

She held him, panting, her face ghostly pale under the dim yellow lights.

Tears welled in her eyes as she frantically checked him: "Are your arms and legs still attached?! Is your head still on?!"

Lou Yuejue nodded solemnly, gently smoothing her disheveled hair: "Sister, your hair’s a mess."

He combed it back with his small, warm hands, murmuring: "I’m sorry for troubling you."

Qiao Chuchu waved it off: "Not your fault."

She yelled hoarsely: "Where’s the owner? Get over here!"

Ji Yanchuan snapped out of his reverie, signaling the boy to go.

The boy trotted over cheerfully: "So, wanna go again? Another round’s two hundred."

"AGAIN?!"

Qiao Chuchu shot up, pointing at Lou Yuejue’s broken seatbelt: "This kid’s safety strap snapped! He could’ve died, you realize that?!"

The boy blinked, tugging at the torn belt—then his face darkened: "This wasn’t our fault! How do we know you didn’t cut it? Our belts haven’t failed in ten years!"

Qiao Chuchu’s patience snapped: "Why would I sabotage a ride I’m on?! And he’s just a kid! If anything happened to him, could you even take responsibility?!"

Lou Yuejue sat silently, his gaze icy.

The boy scoffed: "You’re just trying to scam us because our rides are old! We’ve seen your type before—no way you’re getting a cent!"

Lou Yuejue smirked: "Money? Who cares about your money?"

Qiao Chuchu glanced at him, startled.

He stood, straightening his denim jacket, his voice dripping with disdain: "My life is worth more than you could ever pay. Since you’ve got no decency, you’ll get nothing."

With a flick of his wrist, he signaled his ten bodyguards: "Destroy it."