My older sister is a villainous rich girl

However, being a fellow modern time traveler, Wayne couldn't bear to become an accomplice in restricting her in such matters.

At worst, I'll just be more careful then.

Seeing that he had finally agreed, Chris smiled with delight. "Hmph, did I need you to remind me?"

Gradually, life seemed to get back on track.

The incidents that caused a great uproar in the capital gradually subsided after the results of each investigation were announced. Only the Queen did not face any public punishment, but she never appeared in public again.

Thanks to the careful guidance of senior Raphael before he left Lornes, Wayne, who rightfully became the president of the Lily Society, also got the hang of a series of his duties.

The most direct feeling is that privilege is everywhere.

For any matter within the academy, the president of the Lily Society has the authority to bypass all specific responsible parties and submit proposals directly to the academy's board of directors for a vote. Once the vote is passed, the proposal will be enforced as a decision of the board.

Theoretically speaking, as long as he is confident in getting the board of directors on board, he could add another 999 rules to Qingxi Academy without any problem.

Although, in reality, no one would be that inconsiderate.

Meanwhile, Wayne also had more and more things to deal with every day.

Fortunately, he could recruit some deputies to handle the affairs of the Lily Society, and those accustomed to class differences wouldn't mind that he didn't do everything personally. In fact, most people hoped he would do so, as it provided more opportunities for others to showcase themselves.

Is it the dregs of feudalism...? While enjoying the convenience, Wayne also felt that he was exploiting the labor of others.

Perhaps only Chris can truly understand this feeling.

Thinking of this, he looked at Chris, who was happily packing her travel supplies.

“Chris, what do you do if you feel guilty about receiving help from others at work?” he asked.

"Work-related..."

Chris stopped what she was doing and pondered for a moment.

"Or should we give them more money?" she said uncertainly.

Ah this...

Fine.

Even among fellow time travelers, achieving mutual understanding is incredibly difficult.

Chris suddenly laughed. "I'm not kidding you. To be honest, I sometimes feel that way too."

She put down a small bottle she had just taken out of the cabinet, walked back and sat down next to Wayne.

"Smell it, how does it smell?"

“I’m not a dog… but I’m not bad.” Wayne sniffed again.

She casually poured out a few drops of perfume and applied them to her collar and cuffs.

"From childhood to adulthood, I have always enjoyed the care of others in various ways, whether it was voluntary or forced."

A light and elegant fragrance lingered around his nose as Wayne listened quietly.

"Sometimes I suddenly realize that the things I use and the services I experience are actually the result of other people's hard work and sweat, but to me they are just insignificant things..."

"Am I too bad?" she asked, turning her head and blinking.

Wayne smiled.

"It's okay, I like bad women."

Chris failed to create the right atmosphere, so she punched him.

“No one truly likes a bad person,” she said with certainty. “If you do, it’s only because she’s not bad enough.”

Hey, you're the "bad girl" heiress!

To say here that no one likes bad people is to deny your own self-perception, isn't it?

Chapter 524 Miranda the White Horse

Although he was thinking something else entirely, he did not refute it.

Seeing that he seemed to be deep in thought, Chris continued, "There's no point in worrying about these things."

"Whether others think I'm bad or not, will it change me because of that?"

After asking the question, she gave the answer herself.

"No, it won't."

"I will not abandon the life I could have lived more comfortably because of this occasional guilt... Rather, the desire to be better than others is one of the essential aspects of human competition."

She said calmly, "Pity is pity, and action is action."

So, that's your answer?

Wayne probably understood.

In some ways, Chris's opinion seemed more decisive and resolute than her own.

"On another note, as long as you live in a civilized society, it's hard not to enjoy the conveniences provided by others..." Wayne changed the subject. "Never mind, I'd rather improve the benefits for my assistants."

A thoughtful gift as a reward will make everyone happy; there's no need to expose the hardships of life so bluntly.

"Whatever, as long as you're happy with yourself," Chris replied dismissively.

"It's decided! I'll take this perfume with me when I go out tomorrow."

...You may have some misconceptions about racetracks.

As the daughter of a duke, Chris had received equestrian training.

But that was limited to giving her a gentle pony and then having her stroll around the neighborhood of their estate under the guidance of a professional.

—It's all about saving face.

Moreover, she didn't particularly like the sport, and with her mother's lack of support, she gave it up after only a short time of training, and usually relied on horse-drawn carriages for transportation.

Wayne really couldn't say how much of the technique she still remembered.

However, he didn't dampen Chris's enthusiasm. After all, she'd soon realize how wrong she'd been.

……

The following day, at a private horse farm in the suburbs.

The capital of Lornes concentrates most of the country's resources, and as a result, the surrounding areas have become hot investment destinations, attracting hordes of powerful and wealthy people.

Almost every noble family with considerable wealth owns a villa or estate in the suburbs.

Unlike the exorbitant land prices and strict restrictions on building size in the capital, the suburbs offer a much wider field of vision—provided, of course, that the land you purchase is large enough.

Even though land in the suburbs is much cheaper than in the capital, the investment required to operate a horse farm of this scale is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

This place is actually a royal property.

Although Wayne could ride horses, he wasn't particularly enthusiastic about it.

With magic as a novel and exciting toy, even a strong horse couldn't bring him much of the exhilaration of galloping against the wind. It was Richard who introduced him to this largest horse farm around the capital.

"...Hmm, what's this strange smell?"

As soon as she stepped off the carriage, her long boots touching the deep green grass, Chris covered her nose, feeling a little uncomfortable.

The perfume she had carefully sprayed beforehand lost its effectiveness the moment a gentle breeze carrying its unique scent blew by.

“That’s definitely the smell of a horse,” Wayne chuckled.

He led Chris through the main gate with practiced ease, and along the way, many servants stared at Chris with astonishment.

Feeling increasingly uncomfortable under the gazes of those around her, Chris instinctively tightened her grip on Wayne's arm, pressing her entire body against his side.

"Why...why are they all looking at me like that?" she asked, her words lingering in her throat.

"So you don't realize this? It's rare for noble ladies to ride horses here in the past." He explained for a few moments, then glared back at them one by one with an unfriendly expression.

Realizing that their curiosity had displeased the guests, the servants hurriedly averted their gazes and looked away uncomfortably.

Before long, a receptionist who looked like the lobby manager came to greet us.

"Excuse me, do you have an appointment?"

Wayne took out the token Richard had given him and showed it to the receptionist.

Upon seeing the gold badge on the token, the receptionist's expression turned serious: "So you are an important VIP. You may use all the resources in the horse farm at will. Just let me know if you need anything."

“I am Wayne Winch. Could you please arrange a quiet place where I will not be disturbed?”

This isn't a particularly secluded place, so there's no need to hide your identity.

"Oh, right, I have two other friends who will be arriving later. Bring them here when they mention my name."

To allow Chris time to get to know her new companions, Wayne arrived a little early.

Some nobles who frequent this horse farm would choose to board their horses here. Richard and his companions naturally had their own prized horses that they had trained for many years, but Chris would have to choose a new one.

As for the horse Chris used for practice many years ago?

It hadn't been long since she neglected it when it unfortunately fell seriously ill and died.

After arranging everything, the servants were ordered to leave first, leaving only Wayne and Chris to stay temporarily in front of the stables next to a large meadow.

Well, there's also a black horse that Richard gave to Wayne a few days ago in the stable, and a smaller white horse that was just chosen for Chris today.

What they all have in common is that they are all docile breeds that have undergone several generations of selection.

Wayne didn't care, but for a newbie like Chris, safety was the most important thing.

“I haven’t ridden a horse in a long time…” Perhaps thinking of her old companion who had died years ago, Chris stepped forward and tentatively reached out to touch the white horse tied up in the stable. “Your name is Miranda, right? It’s nice to meet you!”

“If you like it, you can give it a new name and buy it,” Wayne added from the side.

Selling expensive horses to nobles was one of the business activities of this horse farm.

"Never mind... I'm just having a passing fancy right now. If my interest fades in a few days, it'll suffer if it stays with me." Her expression was somewhat gloomy.

“There’s no need to think that way,” Wayne joked. “Who can be sure that just loafing around all day isn’t the life it wants? Maybe it will be more free if we take it in.”

Chris was speechless, choked by his sophistry.

So she looked at the white horse that was nuzzling against her palm. "Miranda, would you like to be adopted by me? Nod if you would, shake your head if you wouldn't."

The two waited quietly for a long time, but the white horse showed no particular reaction.

The dark horse, who had been observing coldly from the sidelines, snorted appropriately, as if mocking them.

Chapter 525 You've Suffered

Wayne walked to the side helplessly and gently patted the black horse's neck.

"Xiao Hei, it's bad to laugh at others."

"Pfft—" Chris couldn't help but chuckle, "Why did you give it such a name?"

Looking back at Chris, Wayne smiled but said nothing.

"How about we ride Little Black for a while?" he suggested.

"...Are you alright?"

Unlike other ordinary horses, Miranda's saddle, designed specifically for side-riding, was a special design for the riding style of noble ladies, with both stirrups on the same side.

Sitting astride a horse like a man—such a bold posture is not allowed for women and would be considered "unbecoming of a noblewoman."

"No problem! There are no outsiders here. Besides, I'm here. If things go wrong, I can take the blame later."

After hearing his assurance, Chris suddenly became eager to give it a try.

Wayne showed her how to mount the horse step by step, and once Chris was settled, he took a step and sat steadily on the horse's back.

For him, the pleasure of riding a horse only suddenly becomes intense when he has a beautiful woman in his arms.

Wayne's arms held Chris tightly in his embrace, and with a slight squeeze of his boots, Little Black understood and dashed off like an arrow.

"Ahhh..." Chris was slightly panicked and instinctively shrank back.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Wayne laughed heartily, maneuvering the reins to slow the speed down.

It took Chris a while to recover.