My older sister is a villainous rich girl

When they saw the chaotic scene left behind, all the teachers and students were speechless.

This is probably the biggest accident that has happened on campus at Qingxi Academy in the past decade.

“The Edgeworth family will cover the repair costs,” Goethe simply said.

After all... there's nothing else to say but that.

“Miss Edgeworth should really control her temper,” Eve said sarcastically.

Wayne looked at Eve, opened his mouth as if to speak for Ge Li, but didn't know what to say, and closed his mouth again after a long pause.

"Wait! I'm asking you what the cause was, not how you're going to clean up the mess."

Harold picked up the magnifying glass and tapped the desk with its metal frame in annoyance.

However, when he inquired, all he found was an unspeakable silence.

Seeing that they were all frozen in place, Harold rubbed his temples wearily.

"You all need to go back and write a self-criticism of at least a thousand words, and reflect on your mistakes!"

"The self-criticism must explain the specific reasons. I will post it on the bulletin board after I have read it."

After all, two of these three were high-ranking nobles, so of course we chose to forgive them.

Thinking of this, he waved his hand back.

"You may leave."

……

Even after leaving the chairman's office, the group still looked rather grim.

Ge Li wanted to leave without saying a word.

Wayne reached out to grab her, but then Chris's voice came from the other side.

"Wayne, Eve!" Chris rushed over. "Are you alright?"

She glanced at Wayne, then at Eve.

After confirming that they were not injured, he frowned and looked at Ge Li.

"Miss Edgeworth, are you suggesting we go to war with the Winchester family?"

However, to her impolite words, Ge Li merely sneered and said, "Miss Wen Che, before saying such things, you should probably keep an eye on your man..."

—Don't let him cheat on you anymore.

After saying that, she left without looking back.

Only Chris, with a puzzled expression, and Wayne, with a bitter look on his face, remained.

"What does this sentence mean?"

Chris turned to look at Wayne and asked.

Wayne remained silent, unsure how to respond.

Instead, Eve, who was beside him, took the initiative to help him out, saying, "Miss Edgeworth is trying to tell Wayne not to offend her again."

"I just happened to run into Wayne in the hallway and told him that I wanted to help Lady Chris design the water level."

"Maybe Wayne said something unpleasant that she overheard."

Chris said knowingly, "I see."

As a result, Chris managed to get away with it.

Although Eve ultimately showed him some leniency, it was undoubtedly a warning to him.

...But these kinds of things are useless no matter how many warnings you give.

It's simply impossible for him to leave Geli on his own, isn't it?

Wayne followed Chris back to the classroom, somewhat dejected.

After dealing with the concerns of some classmates, Wayne collapsed wearily onto his desk.

He felt as if he were walking on the edge of a bottomless cliff. It seemed that just one more strong gust of wind would send him plummeting to his death, leaving no trace.

In addition, Tasia's gaze towards him from the back seat seemed to have become strange.

Right.

She had personally overheard Gore asking her why she had kissed her.

I have a feeling that the number of people who discover this secret is constantly increasing.

And there's also the Geli area...

Wayne wanted to complain about why no one believed him, but then he realized that he didn't really have a strong position on this matter.

If it weren't for her past actions, she probably wouldn't have so easily assumed that she was flirting with other girls again.

In short, I need to explain things to her as soon as possible.

Wayne was very worried.

The tighter you hold on, the faster it seems to slip away.

If this continues, Chris will eventually find out.

When the truth comes out, what will he still have to say to her?

After much thought, he sadly realized—

Nothing to say.

"Is Wayne not feeling well today?"

In the Duke's mansion, Chris sat across from him at the desk, propping her chin up and staring at him.

She has made up her mind to do her homework on her own, so every night she has to fight against the problems in each subject.

Although, Wayne would stay in the study with her the whole time.

Seeing her worried expression, Wayne forced a gloomy smile.

"It's nothing," he said, trying to cover it up. "I probably just haven't had enough rest."

Upon hearing his answer, Chris seemed to remember something, blinked, and teased, "Is it because of another nightmare? Do you want me to sleep with you?"

"Uh, no thanks."

In the past, he might have been more inclined to agree readily and use the opportunity to tease her.

but now……

He felt he needed to calm down for a moment and think about what to do in the future.

Chris was somewhat surprised by his slightly indifferent reaction, but she didn't say anything more.

She put down her pen, stood up, and walked over to Wayne.

First she touched his face, then she hugged him from behind.

"If you're too tired, go back to your room and get some sleep," she said softly. "I can finish this homework by myself."

"Of course! It would be even better if you could leave your completed homework as well."

Wayne was both amused and exasperated, and helplessly squeezed her forearm that was wrapped around him.

“Chris…”

"Hmm?" She tilted her head slightly.

"If... I did something really bad, would you forgive me?" he asked.

Is Chapter 227 too much? No, it's not!

—How dare you ask such a question? I feel like I've come to know myself in a new light.

No matter how you think about it, the answer is probably no.

Even if I say "I will forgive," I probably won't truly believe it myself. It's just an excuse to blackmail her.

“Never mind, it’s nothing really,” Wayne said. “...No need to answer.”

Chris's gentle breath paused slightly at her neck, then deepened a little.

"There are two types of people I hate the most in my life!" she said with dissatisfaction.

"First, there are those who only say half of what they mean; second, there are—"

And then, nothing more was said.

Wayne sighed softly and said, "You really want to know?"

Chris released him, her expression somewhat serious.

"Ah."

It seems she is ready.

I wonder if she has noticed any clues at this point.

Should we take this opportunity to be honest?

He opened his mouth.

"I……"

My throat is dry and my voice is hoarse.

—What I say now may never be the same again.

Then he laughed.

“Last night I dreamt of you with your hair in pigtails and no clothes on, and I did some things to you that I don’t want to tell you about.”

They avoided it.

"Want to hear the details?" he hinted.

Chris's originally serious expression instantly became quite interesting.

"Via! En!"

She raised her fist.

The night at the Duke's mansion was as harmonious as ever.

……

Late at night, at the training ground in the corner of the city.

Bulwer was waiting anxiously.

Although the signal has been transmitted in the manner agreed upon last time.

But he himself was not sure whether that person would appear on time.

"Lord Bulwer." A subordinate knocked on the door and entered.

Upon seeing his highly recognizable face, Bulwer skillfully concealed his disappointment.

The bruised and battered young man respectfully reminded them, "My colleagues are all waiting in the conference room."

"hold on."

"Bulwer said in a deep voice."

"...There is still one very important person who has not yet appeared."

Since the boss has already said so, it's not appropriate to urge them any further.

With a hint of doubt, Johnny returned empty-handed.

"Johnny, what did the Commander say?"

When he returned to the conference room, everyone else gathered around him, asking what had happened.

The nine members were already waiting there, just waiting for Bulwer to tell them their duties.

Johnny relayed the message somewhat bewilderedly: "Lord Bulwer said to wait a little longer, as another very important person is coming."