My older sister is a villainous rich girl

After spending some time settling the drunk Lawrence and closing the door for him, Wayne returned to his own room.

The girls' rooms were all upstairs, and only the two boys lived on this floor, making it much quieter than the noisy environment earlier.

The room was pitch black, but not cold, and the plush carpet underfoot made almost no sound when you stepped on it.

Weary, Wayne took off his coat and crawled into bed.

But the soft, smooth texture his fingers suddenly touched sent a shiver down his spine and made him jump.

"Mmm~" The girl in bed groaned and turned over, "Wayne..."

Realizing who was sharing his bed, Wayne's heart calmed down a little.

—Thankfully, it's Chris.

No, even Chris doesn't seem right! What is Eve up to?

Just as Wayne was grumbling, Chris seemed to regain some consciousness.

"Wayne...aren't you coming to sleep?"

Her hand groped and rested on Wayne's body, her tone exceptionally sweet and charming.

Completely out of instinct, Wayne shuddered.

He held Chris's hand down, preventing her from touching him any further.

"How much did you drink? You can't do this again," he said in a low, slightly hoarse voice.

"Well, that's all because Wayne's by my side~"

She seemed very happy, pressing her whole body against Wayne. "Because Wayne will always protect me, it's okay to be a little willful sometimes, right?"

"……Correct."

Wayne gave an affirmative answer, somewhat sadly.

If my initial goal was simply to gain her trust, then I have undoubtedly succeeded.

She believed in herself, relied on herself, and never doubted that the person who was so close to her had another side.

With her unshakeable mindset, she now naturally attributes any unusual changes she encounters to her own influence...

“Wayne…” Her mood suddenly turned somber again. “I’m sorry.”

"Ok?"

Wayne didn't quite understand what she meant. "Why are you apologizing to me?"

“Because, I might make Wayne live a life that you don’t actually like, and that you’ll find very strange,” she said softly.

After thinking about it carefully, Wayne figured she was probably referring to her strange and unusual "creative ideas".

"No way. If it weren't for Chris, I probably wouldn't have seen that there could be such an interesting life."

He relaxed and gently pulled Chris into his arms. "Seriously, I feel very lucky... to be able to do the things I really want to do with you."

People who are used to going with the flow will subconsciously conform to the opinions of their friends.

If Chris weren't around, regardless of whether he had any other hidden identities, he would definitely appear as the most ordinary and uninteresting person in the public eye.

It's neither outstanding nor bad, but it won't attract anyone's attention.

“Wayne,” Chris called his name again.

"I'll tell you a secret."

She hooked her arm around Wayne's neck and whispered mysteriously in his ear, "I am the leading lady of this world."

After she finished speaking, she moved a little distance away, her bright eyes fixed on him, as if anticipating his reaction.

Wien paused.

"Oh."

There was absolutely no surprise or shock on his face.

Chapter 506 "The Chosen One"

"Hey, what's with that reaction?" Chris said, displeased.

"I'm the protagonist, the protagonist, understand?" She hugged Wayne's neck and shook him back and forth.

Wayne was both amused and exasperated.

"Alright, alright~ We know you're the main character now. Miss Main Character, you should get some rest, or you won't be able to get up tomorrow."

He figured Chris was probably really drunk, otherwise why would she tell him this?

He even looked very proud.

However, Chris didn't want to listen to his comforting words at all.

"The so-called protagonist! Is someone who can get whatever they want and succeed at everything they do!" She straddled Wayne, raised one arm high, and loudly proclaimed her protagonist declaration in a very chuunibyou way.

But soon, her volume decreased again.

"For example, if I want you to like me, then you will definitely like me... that kind of thing."

Wayne was utterly helpless.

"That's not how it is." He gently cupped her face in his hands.

"I love Chris not because of any external influence, but simply because of my heart."

"It's saying that it likes you."

It was a very straightforward and direct answer, but Chris just wouldn't believe it.

"Hmph~ Even if it's your heart, it's only because I control it that you like me!"

She seemed to take Wayne's rebuttal as a challenge to her protagonist aura, and insisted with extreme indignation: "In this world, no one can escape my clutches! Everyone has to like me if I want to!"

Good grief, have you completely gone off the Mary Sue route? Excuse me, do you even remember your nemesis, Miss Ge Li?

"Alright, alright, that's enough." Wayne patted her little bottom dismissively.

It's a real shame that we still can't record images like this.

Otherwise, if Chris could be preserved in her current state of madness, it would definitely become a dark chapter in her life.

Wayne found it both funny and regrettable.

The outdated technology tree has robbed this world of so much fun.

“Wayne, you’re an idiot… Waaaaah…” Chris suddenly couldn’t hold back and buried her head in her hands, sobbing.

"I've explained it to you so clearly, but you still don't understand. How can you be so stupid..."

Wayne: ? ? ?

Is she the type who becomes sentimental when she drinks too much?

"I'm sorry, maybe I was a bit slow." Not knowing how to calm her down, Wayne simply went along with her.

"But I have Chris by my side, don't I? Even if I'm stupid, as long as Chris is smart, that's fine."

He coaxed her to sleep in a very gentle tone, like he was coaxing a child.

"I read in a book that to maintain mental sharpness, you need to get enough sleep. So, to prevent this idiot from becoming even dumber, let's go to bed early."

With his gentle pats, Chris's breathing gradually calmed down.

After a while, this "chosen one" finally fell asleep.

So Wayne carefully and gently pushed her arm away and climbed out of bed.

Stepping onto the soft carpet, he walked to the sliding cabinet at the other end of the room and silently pushed the cabinet door open.

Eve looked completely bewildered.

"!" Realizing she'd been exposed, Eve looked embarrassed, smoothed her hair, and explained in a barely audible voice, "Well, I... I was just a little worried about Chris..."

“This is my room,” Wayne said expressionlessly.

The implication was that if she really didn't trust her, she shouldn't have put Chris on her bed.

"Ah~" Eve covered her mouth with one hand, trying to cover up her mistake and feign surprise to salvage the situation, saying, "This is indeed Wayne's room, so I won't stay any longer~ See you all tomorrow."

She squeezed through the cabinet door, staggering slightly as she knelt for too long.

Wayne reached out to help her up, then watched as she hurriedly ran away.

Shaking his head in a mix of speechlessness and helplessness, Wayne was somewhat impressed by her exceptional efficiency.

She meant she was really prepared to stay in the closet all night if she wasn't discovered! Luckily, I was careful enough, otherwise I would have really been fooled this time.

……

As the sun rose as usual the next day, the events of the previous night eventually vanished completely, like the morning mist.

Chris had no recollection of what she had done and was momentarily flustered when she realized she had woken up in Wayne's bed.

On the other hand, Eve righteously stated that it was only because Chris insisted on sleeping with Wayne that she had no choice but to hand her over to Wayne for care.

After receiving this explanation, Chris seemed embarrassed, but she didn't press the matter further. She quickly pretended to be calm and ignored the matter, and strictly forbade the two people in the know from disclosing the information.

Since most people were exhausted, they rested until the afternoon before setting off again to return to the capital.

As soon as the carriage stopped back at the Duke's mansion, Modric eagerly came to greet him.

“Miss Chris, Master Wayne, I have something very important to discuss with you,” he said.

Wayne and Chris exchanged a glance, both puzzled and curious, and led Modric into the study.

After the three of them were seated, Chris asked first, "Speak, what is it?"

“Our newspaper received a submission, and I don’t think I can decide whether to publish it on my own, so I brought it here for you two to take a look.” As he spoke, he took out a stack of documents and handed them over.

Wayne moved closer to Chris and started browsing with her.

This is a story told from the perspective of a female participant, recounting a strange encounter in the middle of the night.

The further down you look, the more you feel a sense of déjà vu that seems both true and false.

Finally, after a series of suspenseful build-ups, the hero, traversing the night, makes a dazzling appearance.

[...The handsome man was so strikingly beautiful that he had to wear a monster mask to conceal his true appearance...]

[...Every night he wandered the empty streets and alleys, and if he found someone in danger, he would bravely step forward and rescue them from dire straits...]

Wait, could this setting have something to do with me?

Wayne suddenly realized something and his head was full of question marks.

After skimming through it, Chris gave a fair assessment: "It's a very typical fantasy love story..."

"The male protagonist saves the damsel in distress, and then they fall in love. They go through various difficulties along the way, and finally resolve the misunderstanding and have a happy ending."

She summarized the whole story in one sentence.

"The main storyline is indeed very orthodox, but it also has novel elements, which is why this kind of work is popular with most people," Modric said.

"Therefore, I would like to sign a generous contract with the writer who submitted her work, so that she can contribute to our various columns on a long-term basis."

Chapter 507 Until Changes by an Inescapable Fate

The publishing house is currently soliciting a large number of manuscripts, including screenplays, paintings, and novels.

Of course, some good works were also found among them.

Modric envisioned launching a special contract to bring all the promising contributors under the Leaf Publishing House umbrella.

“Although Leaf Publishing still holds a dominant position at present… there are more and more up-and-coming companies that find inspiration in our ideas and try to imitate them, such as Edgeworth’s Dandelion Publishing,” Modric said.

“Those guys have been trying to poach people from our publishing house, and it’s not enough for us to just passively respond. If we could sign a more stable contract like this, it would be a great option for both the contributors and us.”

After listening to his professional assessment, Chris also felt it was very necessary.

"Let's select a few promising seedlings to test the waters first. If the plan goes smoothly, we'll promote them as exemplary models."

After discussing the details for a while, Modric declined the invitation to stay for dinner and hurriedly got up to rush back to Leaf Publishing House.

"...Mr. Modric has become more composed as well."