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

Qiao Chuchu thought she had misheard, and retorted in shock: "What does this have to do with my monthly income? Your abilities aren't great, and your resumes aren't impressive either. There are plenty of people more talented than you two. The amount I'm offering is already giving you face, don't you think?"

Qi Xiaojia quickly tried to appease her, smoothing her arm: "You're absolutely giving us face, Miss Qiao. Please don't be angry. Let me talk some sense into my friend."

She tugged at Xia Xuechun's sleeve, lowering her voice and speaking earnestly: "Xuechun, let's just agree to it. Pride is important, but a good job is even more important. We can't afford to turn down money, especially since we've already signed the contract."

Xia Xuechun remained unmoved, instead giving Qi Xiaojia a cold look: "Qi Xiaojia, do you have no self-respect? No dignity? No dreams?"

Qi Xiaojia: "?"

Xia Xuechun sneered at Qiao Chuchu: "Qiao Chuchu earns 200,000 a month, but she's only offering us 50,000. Isn't she clearly looking down on us? She should be paying us 100,000 a month!"

Qiao Chuchu couldn't help but laugh: "100,000 a month for the two of you? Am I hiring a pair of geniuses or something?!"

She really had some nerve.

Like those insatiable, entitled relatives who are never satisfied no matter how much you give them.

Qi Xiaojia was also exasperated with Xia Xuechun: "Why can't you see your own worth? Other companies aren't offering anywhere near this much. The job I interviewed for the other day only offered me 8,000!"

"So what?" Xia Xuechun lifted her chin, declaring confidently: "If I say I'm worth it, then I am."

Qiao Chuchu fell silent.

Qiao Chuchu raised her hand.

Qiao Chuchu started clapping loudly: "Xia Xuechun, you truly are a magnificent idiot."

She turned and walked away.

Xia Xuechun called after her: "Wait, Qiao Chuchu!"

Qiao Chuchu turned back, only to see a liquid being flung toward her!

What on earth?!

She dodged instinctively, glaring at Xia Xuechun in alarm.

Xia Xuechun held an empty champagne glass, her head held high like a proud rooster: "Don't you dare insult me."

Qiao Chuchu snapped back to reality, her temper flaring: "I insulted you, huh? Fine!"

She grabbed a champagne glass from a nearby waiter and hurled it at Xia Xuechun!

One glass wasn't enough—she went for three!

And after three, she grabbed another!

Xia Xuechun was too stunned to react, just standing there drenched.

Qiao Chuchu left her looking like a drowned rat, tossing the empty glass to the wide-eyed waiter before storming off.

A deep, elderly voice rang out behind her—

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Qiao Chuchu turned in surprise to see a group of latecomers entering through the main door.

At the center was an elderly man in a Zhongshan suit, walking steadily into the banquet hall.

Flanking him were two men in suits and two elegantly dressed women.

One of the women held the hand of a cute little boy, who waved at Xia Xuechun.

Xia Xuechun was completely stunned: "It's him?"

Qi Xiaojia whispered curiously: "Who are they?"

Xia Xuechun explained, still in shock: "That's the little boy I saved on the street the other day. He was almost hit by a car, and I pulled him to safety. I had no idea his grandfather was such an important figure."

Qiao Chuchu frowned, looking at the white-haired old man.

The old man's sharp gaze met hers.

Suddenly, a series of strange images flashed through her mind.

—The old man slapping her face, calling her uncivilized.

—The boy's mother sneering at her, saying that despite her privileged upbringing, she wasn't as strong as Xia Xuechun.

—The old man pointing at her nose, calling her a bully and a worthless burden.

—Xia Xuechun standing in the middle of the group, holding the little boy, smirking triumphantly at her.

Qiao Chuchu snapped out of it, her heart racing.

This family was taking on the role of Lou Tingsi!

This was a new plot twist!

She watched as the white-haired old man approached her, calmly glancing at Xia Xuechun: "Miss Xia, are you alright?"

Xia Xuechun took the handkerchief offered by one of the women, looking pitiful as she shook her head: "I'm fine. I'm used to it. She bullies me all the time."

Qiao Chuchu sneered: "Old man, I suggest you mind your own business. She was the one who tried to splash me first. I was just defending myself."

The old man's face darkened: "You dare tell me to mind my own business? How dare you speak to your elder like that?!"

He raised his hand to strike her!

Qiao Chuchu caught his wrist, twisted it, and shoved him back forcefully!

The old man stumbled, steadied by his sons, and stared at Qiao Chuchu in shock: "You have no manners! How dare you attack your elder?!"

Qiao Chuchu clasped her hands behind her back, smiling calmly: "No matter how much of a troublemaker I am, even my brother has never slapped me."

Her smile vanished, replaced by a cold tone: "Who the hell do you think you are?"

The old man's son stepped forward angrily: "Apologize to my father!"

Qiao Chuchu flung him aside!

The man flew three meters, skidding another two on the ground!

Guests streamed out of the banquet hall, gasping: "Holy cow, Miss Qiao is fighting again!"

"That's kind of awesome. Isn't she a painter? She can fight too?!"

One of the women screamed in distress: "Honey!"

She glared at Qiao Chuchu: "What's wrong with you?! How can you be so crude?!"

Qiao Chuchu stepped closer, meeting her gaze: "Do you want me to toss you out too?"n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

The woman froze, her face turning pale.

The white-haired old man, furious, lunged at Qiao Chuchu with a kick!

She dodged behind him in an instant, stepping on the back of his knee!

The old man fell to his knees!

She smoothly stepped in front of him, bending down with a playful smirk: "No need to bow!"

The old man's face turned green with rage, but he couldn't get up, trembling in pain.

Qiao Chuchu looked down at him, her tone cheerful: "Osteoporosis and still so bold. You must have a lot of lives to spare, old man. How many loops have you lived through to make it this far?"

The old man's son rushed to help him up, snarling at Qiao Chuchu: "Do you know who you're messing with? Do you know who we are?!"

Qiao Chuchu tilted her head curiously: "Who are you?"

The son declared indignantly: "We're the Dragon Family! My father is the Dragon King!"

Qiao Chuchu: "Wow! That name is tougher than your entire family's lives combined!"

The son: "?"

The daughter-in-law: "?"

Qiao Chuchu was even more amused.

She'd heard of the Dragon Family. The old man was called the Dragon King, and when the novel featuring him became popular, many young people in the industry had joked about his name.

The Dragon Family wasn't particularly powerful—just nouveau riche.

Qiao Chuchu, feeling victorious, looked down at the kneeling old man and said smugly: "If the Dragon King is kneeling before me, then I must be the Dragon King's great-aunt~"

The old man's face turned ashen: "What did you say?! Who are you from?!"

Qiao Chuchu smiled brightly, performing a mock ancient bow: "In reply to the Dragon King, this humble maiden is the eighth daughter of the Pei Family, Qiao Chuchu~"

The old man: "?!"

The son: "?"

The daughter-in-law: "?"