My older sister is a villainous rich girl

"That scared me to death." She gently patted her not-so-large chest.

Wayne lowered his head slightly, lightly caressing her long, fair neck from behind. "How is it? Feeling a little more used to it yet?"

"you……"

Chris was both embarrassed and annoyed, yet she couldn't break free. "You only agreed to ride with me because... you were planning this, weren't you?"

If the two of them hadn't been pressed tightly together on horseback, Wayne might not have been able to hear her whispered words.

“Of course not.” Wayne suddenly straightened his back and sat up straight.

"I just want you to have more freedom."

Now, he appears to be a virtuous gentleman who remains unmoved even when faced with temptation.

"Hmph, who would believe you?" Although she said she didn't believe it, Chris couldn't hide the smile on her lips.

"Actually, I don't feel particularly restricted... My parents and you are both very accommodating to me."

Her next words were tinged with distress and a hint of guilt. "If you're always like this, how can I continue to be so willful and self-centered?"

"Perhaps having the right to be willful is a luxury," he remarked with a slight sigh.

"I don't dislike girls who can be temperamental sometimes."

The two rode and chatted, going around in circles for a while, and before long Richard arrived first.

"Huh? Chris's here too?"

He walked over from a distance, looking at Wayne and Chris up and down with surprise.

"Cough...yes."

Wayne nodded. "I saw that Chris was bored at home, so I brought her out for a walk to cheer her up."

Seemingly remembering Richard's secret request, he tactfully said, "I also have an appointment with Lawrence, he'll probably be here a little later."

A huge weight was finally lifted off his shoulders, and Richard found himself feeling rather awkward.

"Oh, I see. Then I'll go arrange lunch for you later! There are some very good local specialties here... Excuse me for a moment."

"Eh—"

Wayne tried to call out to him, but Richard acted as if he hadn't heard him at all and walked away without turning back.

Chris and Wayne were left standing there, staring at each other in bewilderment.

"Isn't it only morning now?" she asked, slightly uncertainly.

That's a bit too early.

“Maybe that’s how it should be…” Wayne sighed. “Never mind him.”

To rebuild a good relationship with Lawrence, it's not enough for me to act as a go-between; Richard himself has to step in at the most crucial moment.

I wonder how well he's prepared.

At most, Wayne could only subtly say some good things about him, but fortunately, Lawrence's attitude did seem to have changed recently.

"Let's get the atmosphere lively first, then find a chance to retreat and leave the two brothers alone." He decided on his strategy in just a few words.

Chris urged, "Aren't you really going to sneak back for a look?"

"...It's not like we're trying to set up young couples."

"What if they start fighting right there? Wouldn't you have to break them up?"

Ah, what you said makes a lot of sense.

"After all that talk, you're the one who wants to see it, aren't you?" Wayne glanced at her sideways.

"Oh! Aren't you curious?" she persisted. "If you can find out what's wrong between them, even if you fail this time, wouldn't it be easier for you to learn from the experience next time?"

But I already knew...

"Alright, alright, then we'll sneak back later."

I really can't understand why anyone would be so interested in gossip that has almost no suspense.

When Lawrence finally appeared, he also expressed his surprise at Chris.

However, Lawrence soon became dissatisfied.

"Didn't you promise to accompany me to clear my head? Why did you bring Chris along?" he shouted.

He felt that with Chris around, the others couldn't have as much fun.

On horseback, Chris raised her chin high and leaned against Wayne in an undeniable victor's pose.

"Lawrence, you need to get this straight—Wayne is my man."

"Everything he owns belongs to me. Even if he occasionally goes out with other people, it's just that he's temporarily borrowing some time from me for you... You need to distinguish between what's important and what's not!"

She's been unhappy about this for a long time.

These two don't respect me at all; they're always trying to take over. My boyfriend isn't public property; do they think they can just steal him away?

"..." Lawrence was speechless after being interrupted by her.

It wasn't that he insisted on having Wayne with him and couldn't go to Chris's place, but rather that he felt it was inconvenient to talk to him.

"Why did they suddenly start arguing?" Wayne was a bit confused.

"We're all friends, isn't it nice to get together and chat?"

He dismounted, still holding the reins, and apologized to Lawrence: "Sorry, Chris has been feeling neglected lately, and she's been a little grumpy..."

Excuses are always flexible.

Feeling a little embarrassed by his words, Chris pouted.

Lawrence didn't take it to heart.

"It's alright, I understand... I'm sorry you've suffered." He patted Wayne on the shoulder as he spoke.

Wayne felt extremely uncomfortable under his pitying gaze.

Chapter 526 He's always been like this

Leading the horse back, Wayne felt as if he had transformed into the second senior brother of the martial arts school.

Fortunately, it was a dark horse.

"Speaking of which, Wayne, why are you suddenly interested in horseback riding?" Lawrence asked with great interest.

"A while ago, more than a dozen equestrian clubs gathered here for a competition. I even placed a bet and won some pocket money. Why didn't I see you there last time?"

Goodness, isn't that horse racing betting?

Wayne offered a somewhat forced explanation: "Because Chris suddenly became interested in horseback riding again, so I..."

"Ah~ I understand, I understand." Lawrence's gaze towards him suddenly became even more pitying.

"..." Chris was furious that she had been unfairly blamed again.

"I'm tired, take me to rest," she said with a stern face.

"Huh? But we've only been here a little while, are we going to rest so soon?" Wayne frantically winked at her as he turned to look at her.

She ignored Wayne's hints. "I'll just sit in the stands and watch you ride."

"...so that you won't think I'm in your way."

Seeing that she remained completely unmoved, Wayne could only look helplessly at Lawrence.

Lawrence, standing nearby, expressed his full understanding of this.

"Girlfriend is more important! You guys keep chatting, I'm taking my 'General' for a drive."

So Wayne could only watch him walk away with a sullen expression.

As soon as Lawrence left, Chris said indifferently, "Just put me down, and then you can do whatever you want. I can pass the time on my own."

Having temporarily distracted Lawrence, Wayne naturally needed to appease Chris first.

"What nonsense are you talking about? If you're not having fun, do you think I'd be happy?"

He helped Chris off the horse, then re-tied Little Black and led her to the stands.

A servant stood quietly to one side of the chair, eyes lowered and hands clasped.

Wayne glanced at him subconsciously; this person seemed to have been brought in by Lawrence.

He casually made up an excuse to send her away to get two pitchers of drinks, and then quietly persuaded Chris, "Think about it, isn't our goal to get Lawrence and Richard back together? Let's not worry about the other details for now..."

"Well, you can't always make me take the blame for everything," she said indignantly.

“How can you call this a scapegoat?” Wayne sat down next to her. “This is clearly us covering for each other.”

Just like when a friend asks to borrow money or a car, you can say "My wife doesn't agree," or when someone invites you out for dinner and drinks, you can say "My wife is urging me to go home," etc. There's practically no easier reason to refuse.

Wayne used to envy those who could say such things with such confidence.

Chris glanced at him. "Looks like you and your cronies often cover for each other like this, don't you?"

Wayne: ? ? ?

"No, let's calm down first."

Thinking about it carefully, the two of them were clearly happy just now, so when did Chris suddenly start to act up?

Could it be because of what Lawrence said?

"You don't really think... I'd rather go with a guy than stay with you, do you?" Wayne's expression was complicated.

What exactly caused her to have that misunderstanding?

“Isn’t that right?” Chris stared at him.

"Of course not!"

I'm not—

"Well, brothers are brothers, and they're different from my wife..."

“We’re not married yet,” Chris said expressionlessly.

“But, in my heart, that’s already it.” Wayne turned his face and looked at her quietly.

Just as an unusual silence enveloped the two of them, the servant who had left earlier brought Richard back to the stands.

He was completely unaware that the atmosphere had changed, and pretended to look around, unsurprisingly spotting Lawrence in the distance.

"Ah! What a coincidence!"

Richard smiled and said, "So, Wayne, you're here too."

"..."

Your Highness, could you possibly act any less convincingly?

Having probably taken Wayne's advice to heart, Chris stopped dwelling on what had just happened.

“Yes, the sun is shining brightly today.” She added, “By the way, Lawrence is here too.”

Seemingly sensing the gaze from afar, Lawrence turned around and saw Richard standing in the stands alongside him.

The two looked at each other for a moment, then Lawrence pulled on the reins and galloped back at high speed.

What are you doing here?

The very first thing they said when we met wasn't very friendly.

Richard's expression remained unchanged as he saw his younger brother frowning and seemingly unhappy.

"Of course, I just happened to find out that Wayne was here, so I came over to say hello."

"Now that you've said your piece, you can leave." Lawrence showed no mercy whatsoever.

“But I still have things to say to Wayne and Chris. Why don’t you play here for a while and we’ll come back to you after we’ve finished our business?” For some reason, Richard’s words became sarcastic.

Hearing him say that, Lawrence, who was already unhappy, clenched his fists tightly.

Wayne clutched his head, throbbing with pain.

Didn't we agree to use a gentle approach? With these constant sharp retorts, it looks like the two of them are bound to end up fighting, right?