My older sister is a villainous rich girl

Molly froze.

"Boom boom boom——"

Who is it? Who is knocking at the door?!

They couldn't see anything in front of them, and everyone who had been making all sorts of noises just moments before seemed to have fallen silent.

Molly became frightened.

The cold air crept up my feet as they touched the floor, making my legs feel like they were frozen in place.

……

Wayne, dressed in his pajamas, stood in the doorway, listening intently to any sounds coming from inside.

"Why was it so noisy just now, but now it's completely silent?" he muttered to himself, puzzled.

I was in my bedroom downstairs, doing my usual pre-sleep magic practice, when suddenly there was a loud banging upstairs like an earthquake, accompanied by a piercing scream.

He was so frightened that he almost accidentally blew up the house.

Worried, he wanted to come up and see what had happened, but after knocking on the door for a long time, there was no response from inside.

Could it be that Chris has pulled some crazy trick again and gone too far?

In typical wish-fulfillment stories, this sometimes happens: the protagonist accidentally brings home some kind of magical artifact, and after accidentally activating it, it produces destructive side effects.

Could it be that Chris also encountered this situation?

"Knock, knock, knock." He knocked on the door again. "Is anyone home?"

Wayne frowned, wondering whether he should force his way in to see what was going on, or go downstairs and wake up the other maids so they could handle it.

The door in front of them suddenly creaked open a crack.

Surprised, Wayne peered through the crack in the door and his eyes met those of another eye peeking through the door.

"Aaaaaah—" The piercing scream made Wayne's eardrums buzz. "A ghost!"

Wayne pushed the door open, and a dull thud came from inside, as if he had bumped into something.

He reached out and turned on the magic lamp in the room. He saw a girl lying unconscious on the ground, and four tangled, shivering blankets.

“Chris?” he called out uncertainly.

The blanket was slowly lifted a corner, revealing Chris's eyes. She exclaimed in surprise, "Wayne?!"

Finally, under the soft light of the magic wall lamp, everyone cleared up the misunderstanding.

Molly slowly woke up after Chris pinched, squeezed, and pressed her repeatedly.

When Wayne learned why all this had happened, he was speechless.

"So, you're just telling ghost stories to scare yourselves, and then you think I'm a ghost knocking on your door?"

Damn it! Why didn't you invite me to tell ghost stories to a pretty girl?!

“It’s all Wayne’s fault for suddenly knocking on the door and asking ‘Is anyone home?’ Just like in the story…” Chris pouted, skillfully shifting the blame.

"...The story Lady Chris told was truly terrifying," Eve said, patting her chest with lingering fear.

"How about I join in too? I just read a really interesting ghost story a couple of days ago."

Wayne sat on the ground.

"No, please don't!"

Chapter 49 Truth

In the end, Wayne managed to sneak into the late-night chat.

He sat opposite Chris, forming a circle with everyone, and the pentagram in the center turned into a hexagram.

Chris, still wanting more, suggested, "Let's try something different!"

"Lady Chris, please stop telling ghost stories~" Eve shed tears of regret.

Chris quickly reassured her, "No, no, let's play a game called 'Truth or Dare'."

"Truth or dare?" Molly asked. "Does it mean you have to tell the truth?"

"That's right!"

Chris tore off a piece of paper, divided it into six equal parts, wrote the numbers 1 to 6 on each part, and then crumpled them into small balls.

"Everyone, draw lots. The person who draws number 1 will ask a question, and the person who draws number 6 will answer the question."

"Oh! That sounds interesting." The minister rolled up his sleeves and responded enthusiastically.

"Let me make this clear from the start~ Everyone must swear on their future happiness that their answers will be the truth." Chris finished speaking with a malicious glint in her eyes, "Otherwise, you won't be able to be with the person you love in the future."

Upon hearing of such a severe "punishment," the other girls' expressions couldn't help but waver.

Wayne curled his lip.

He has never liked this type of game, but Truth or Dare is slightly better than Truth or Dare in his opinion, so he won't end up like an idiot running outside in the middle of the night crying and howling.

Hmm, maybe this is an opportunity to get more information out of him.

"Alright, let's begin." Chris mixed the six small paper balls together, shook them, and then tossed them onto the ground.

Everyone extended a hand.

“I am number 1,” Sofia said.

"Where's number 6? Where is number 6?" Chris excitedly unfolded the number in her hand; it was 3.

Beside her, Eve shakily raised her hand, then abruptly closed her eyes and said, "Please ask your question!"

"Hmm... I'm not sure what kind of question to ask right now." Sophia hesitated for a moment.

"I've got it! What are Eve's private hobbies that most people don't know about?"

"Ah, this..."

Eve's face flushed red instantly.

"Oh ho~ There's potential?" Chris raised an eyebrow at her reaction.

Eve glanced at Wayne, then hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but didn't.

Wayne's heart immediately skipped a beat.

Why are you staring at me like that?

He had a very bad feeling.

Chris's smile faded slightly, her eyes narrowed, and she glanced at Wayne suspiciously.

She always knew that Wayne was destined to be a playboy.

Without Chris's intervention, Wayne would have dated countless girlfriends and spent his days frequenting brothels.

Until he met that kind, beautiful, and simple girl, Tasia.

Only then will Wayne Wincher repent and become wholeheartedly devoted and loyal.

But no matter what, starting from elementary school is a bit too much... especially with someone you consider a friend, someone who has been your loyal follower for many years.

There's a subtle, unpleasant feeling, like you've been tricked from both sides.

Eve spoke hesitantly, "Yes, I was secretly fantasizing about Lord Wayne and His Highness Richard's poignant love story."

"Eh? Eh? Eh?!" Everyone was shocked.

Wayne looked constipated.

You shouldn't reveal this unique hobby!

"Oh! I think I've heard of that before." Chris looked thoughtful. "It seems to be quite popular among some girls."

Wayne stared at her in disbelief. "You've heard about it too?"

Eve covered her face shyly: "Right, right? These handsome guys really look so good together!"

"Everyone also created quite a few short stories and secretly circulated them!"

“Next.” Wayne snatched their crumpled papers without expression, shook them vigorously, and threw them away.

Molly drew number 1 this time, and Minister Meimei drew number 6.

Molly declared with great confidence, "Question! Why does Minister want to establish a crafts department?"

"Of course, it's because they share my love for handicrafts that they founded it."

Chris thought the question was too simple and that asking it was a waste of an opportunity.

"That's not entirely the reason."

The minister gave an unexpected answer.

"Actually, I started the club because I wanted to make friends."

"Because I grew up with my grandmother, I learned skills such as knitting sweaters and weaving bamboo baskets."

"When I'm bored, as long as I do these things seriously, I can feel the time passing very, very quickly. I think there must be other people in the academy who share my hobbies, but I just haven't met them yet."

"However... it seems that no one in the academy thinks highly of such a simple hobby, and in the end, not many people wanted to join the craft club."

Meimei hugged her knees, rested her head on her arms, and looked somewhat lonely.

"At first, I worked very hard to attract people, create event plans, and put a lot of effort into running the business."

"However, the number of members is constantly decreasing. Everyone is leaving the club for various reasons, and they are becoming less and less active in activities."

"I thought that was the end."

"Even I wanted to give up."

“Meimei…” A hint of heartache flashed in Sofia’s eyes as she gently squeezed Meimei’s arm.

The minister forced a smile.

"But things are different now. Chris changed everything, you know?"

"I feel really happy to see the handicraft department become more prosperous than ever before and to meet so many like-minded friends."

She said in a low voice.

"So it doesn't matter if we don't get any honors, it doesn't matter if we lose to the orchestra."

"Just being able to get together with everyone like this makes me very happy."

The atmosphere in the room inexplicably became somewhat heavy.

Chris suddenly clapped her hands, attracting everyone's attention.

"Don't say such discouraging things, we will definitely win!" she said with a determined look.

What a joke! I'm the number one villain BOSS, and I won't die easily before I meet the original female lead!

“Next.” She tossed the crumpled paper again.

Chris drew number 1 this time, while Wayne was holding number 6.

Wayne was getting a little annoyed.

According to probability, how many times do I need to draw to get the result that I am number 1 and Chris is number 6?

"The question is—" Chris asked with a half-smile, "Who is Wayne's current favorite girl?"

"Oh—!" The others chimed in, turning their interested gazes toward Wayne.

Chris thought that Wayne would protest in a state of shame and anger.

To his surprise, after a brief moment of surprise, he looked up and gazed intently into her eyes.

"you."

He replied.

Chapter 50 "The Key"

Everyone has a vulnerable side.