Ah! The Villains I Forced to Turn Evil Can Read My Mind-Chapter 273

Lou Tingsi smiled with amusement in his eyes as he pushed the door open, letting Qiao Chuchu step out of the room.

The moment she walked out, everyone on the bed sat up.

Lou Tingsi wore a triumphant smirk, pretending not to notice their reactions, and followed Qiao Chuchu into his guest room.

With a soft click,

Lou Tingsi locked the door behind them.

The Pei Family’s guest room was spacious, but Lou Tingsi didn’t turn on the main light.

Instead, he switched on the softest glow, casting an ambiguous, intimate atmosphere over the room.

Qiao Chuchu reached for the light switch. "Why not turn on the lights? It’s too dark in here."

Her fingertips barely grazed the switch before Lou Tingsi’s warm hand covered hers.

He looked down at her with a playful smile. "I’m about to sleep. Bright light keeps me awake, so let’s leave it like this."

Qiao Chuchu’s eyes lit up with anticipation. "Did you buy me a gift outside? What is it?"

[Lou Tingsi actually brought me a gift? How unexpected!]

[I love unwrapping presents!]

[I’ll bring him something back when I travel abroad too!]

Lou Tingsi retrieved a box. "A few days ago, while I was abroad for business, I passed by a mall and saw a pair of high heels. I thought you might like them."

He handed her the branded shoebox. "Open it and see?"

Qiao Chuchu tore into it eagerly, her eyes widening in delight. "Oh, it’s this one!"

Inside was a pair of nude-colored high heels with red soles—

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A timeless classic.

Lou Tingsi studied her expression carefully, searching for a reaction. "Do you like them?"

"I love them!"

She bent down to try them on. "Let me put them on—"

Before she could, Lou Tingsi’s hands slid around her waist, effortlessly lifting her onto the table!

Qiao Chuchu blinked in surprise. "…?"

Lou Tingsi knelt smoothly, taking her ankle in his hand as if it were the most natural thing, and slipped the high heels onto her feet.

"Perfect fit."

He glanced up at her with a wink. "Seems I guessed your size right~"

In the dimly lit room, the glossy leather of Qiao Chuchu’s heels reflected the faint light.

Lou Tingsi cradled the slender heel in his broad palm, his long fingers toying with it absentmindedly.

His gaze was tender yet lingering. "Do you like them?"

Qiao Chuchu’s smile faltered slightly.

The awkwardness outweighed the excitement now, but she nodded politely. "Yes, thank you."

[He just picked me up like it was nothing, and putting the shoes on me so casually—this is so awkward.]

Lou Tingsi ignored her discomfort and handed her another box. "Open this one too?"

Qiao Chuchu unwrapped the exquisitely packaged box, her breath catching.

Inside was a tiara.

It glittered magnificently in the box, clearly priceless, adorned with a single ruby.

She was stunned. "Are these real diamonds?"

Lou Tingsi took the box back, raising an eyebrow. "Do you really think I’d give you fake ones?"

He leaned closer, his voice coaxing like a fox’s. "If you had a tiara, would you want to be a princess… or a queen?"

Qiao Chuchu pressed her back against the wall, trapped in the narrow space between him and the furniture. She tilted her head away slightly. "Definitely a queen."

Lou Tingsi’s smile deepened. He stepped back, then bowed slightly as he offered her the box. "Then, Your Majesty, may I crown you?"

Qiao Chuchu burst into laughter. "You’re such a performer."

She carefully placed the tiara on her head, looking at him expectantly. "Well? How do I look? Too dramatic?"

Her eyes sparkled brighter than the diamonds.

Lou Tingsi tilted his head, his gaze fixed entirely on her. "Miss Qiao, diamonds suit you best."

Qiao Chuchu beamed. "You really know how to sweet-talk!"

She hopped off the table and rushed to the mirror to admire herself. "It is beautiful. You have great taste!"

She turned back to Lou Tingsi cheerfully. "Next time I travel, I’ll bring you a gift too, don’t worry!"

Lou Tingsi smirked, understanding her meaning—

She didn’t want to feel indebted.

He said, "How about you do me a favor instead?"

Distracted by her reflection, Qiao Chuchu perked up. "What favor?"

"Lou Yuejue has a family homework assignment. He needs help completing a painting."

Lou Tingsi pulled out a tablet. "But I can’t draw. Could you do it for me?"

She reached for the tablet, but Lou Tingsi suddenly raised it above her head.

Qiao Chuchu scowled, standing on her tiptoes to grab it. "Hey! Give it to me!"

He didn’t answer, just watched as she bounced like a little rabbit, her tiara glinting, her heels clicking against the floor with every hop.

The sharp clack of her shoes against the ground sent a thrill through him.

A part of him knew teasing her like this was wrong.

But he couldn’t help licking his lips as he wrapped an arm around her waist. "Still so tiny even in heels. Adorable."

Qiao Chuchu: "…?"

She immediately swung a fist at his stomach!

Lou Tingsi reflexively bent forward to shield himself, and she snatched the tablet from his grip, smirking. "Sorry, my height might be genetic, but my brains aren’t."

Lou Tingsi’s eyes lit up with delight. "Well, well, well."

He sat beside her. "Since Miss Qiao is so clever, you’ll definitely meet my request."

He pointed at the sketch on the tablet. "I want to paint this for my son myself, but I don’t know how. What should I do?"

Qiao Chuchu shrugged. "Easy. I’ll draw it, and you can lie and say it’s yours."

Lou Tingsi: "…?"

He ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‍smiled patiently. "No. My son only has one father, and only one childhood. I want to paint this for him myself."

Qiao Chuchu winced. "Then just paint it! So what if it’s ugly?"

"Ugly would embarrass my son." Lou Tingsi crossed his legs, lifting his chin arrogantly. "I can’t let him think his father is nothing but a pretty face."

Qiao Chuchu: "…"

[Is he just a pretty face? Isn’t he also terrifying?]

But she understood. "Fine. I’ll teach you, and you paint. Deal?"

"Deal!" Lou Tingsi grabbed the stylus. "The assignment is to paint our family. My son already started—he just needs me to finish by drawing him."

The sketch showed a luxurious living room with three figures on a sofa.

The middle figure was a girl—only a rough outline with long hair, no details.

To her left was Lou Tingsi in a suit, drawn in a childlike style but bearing a clear resemblance to the real man.

The right side was empty—presumably where Lou Yuejue would be.

Qiao Chuchu frowned. "Is the girl in the middle Lou Yuejue’s mother?"

Lou Tingsi’s lips curled meaningfully. "No, it’s an older sister he likes. Don’t worry about her—he’ll finish her later. Just teach me how to draw Yuejue."

Qiao Chuchu nodded, taking the stylus. "First, do this… then this… and finally this. Got it?"

With just a few casual strokes, the basic pose of the figure took shape.

Lou Tingsi: "? Who could possibly learn this?"

He tried sketching it himself, but the lines came out crooked and messy. Displeased, he muttered, "...This looks awful. The assignment is due tomorrow, and there’s no way I can learn this in time now."

Qiao Chuchu sighed. "Fine, then hold the pen."

Lou Tingsi nodded and gripped the pen.

Qiao Chuchu stepped behind him, wrapping her hand around his as he held the pen. "Watch how I draw. Feel the movement of my hand."

Lou Tingsi shuddered. "Feel your hand?"

He watched as her small, warm hand enveloped his—her palm barely able to cover his fingers—yet she persisted, guiding him through the strokes. "This still counts as your own drawing, right?"

Lou Tingsi didn’t answer.

Because he was too absorbed in memorizing the sensation of her touch.