My older sister is a villainous rich girl

If nothing unexpected happens, Duke Elliott will soon request a private meeting with me.

……

As expected.

That evening, after dinner, Elliott gestured for Wayne to come to his study alone to speak with him.

Chris tried to sneak in, but Elliot ruthlessly refused her entry.

“Aren’t you busy with publishing lately?” Elliott said. “Go take care of your own business first. Wayne and I will just chat.”

Chris was skeptical. "What gossip could you two possibly have to share?"

"Of course, it's gossip that only boys can hear." Elliot casually brushed off Chris, then locked the study door, shutting out Chris's furious complaints.

After dealing with Chris, Elliott sat back down in his chair with a slightly troubled expression.

“I’ve spoiled this child.” He seemed apologetic about it.

“No, Chris is very genuine and lovely,” Wayne casually remarked.

To be fair, while Elliott didn't spoil him as much as he did Chris, he was basically a competent adoptive father.

“Yes… authenticity is a very precious thing. The more you grow through experience, the more precious it becomes,” Elliott remarked.

“Wayne—have you ever thought about going back to visit the place where you grew up?” he suddenly asked.

Wayne was taken aback.

After a moment, he shook his head.

“I don’t remember those things from the past, and I never thought I would go back there one day.”

In the anime's storyline, he has been bullied ever since his parents died, so it's normal that he doesn't have any feelings for those people.

Elliott was silent for a moment.

"And what about your deceased father and mother? Would you like to visit their graves?" he asked again.

Wayne looked up at him curiously. "Why did Father suddenly bring this up?"

The best defense is a good offense, and Wayne decisively turned the tables and took the initiative.

"Uh... cough, it's nothing." Elliott also found such verbal probing tricky and inefficient, and shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

“I’m just a little worried that if you stay at home here for too long, you’ll miss your parents,” he said with gentle concern.

Wayne thought for a moment and said, "My biological parents have been gone for so long that I can't even remember what they looked like. Besides, you and Mother have treated me very well, and I've long considered this place my real home..."

“However, since Father brought it up, I think it would be fine to visit the grave sometime in the future.” Wayne’s attitude was very frank.

Chapter 549 I will never feel sorry for you again.

If you insist that your biological parents have nothing to do with you, it will inevitably make people think you are cold-blooded and heartless.

Although it was indeed quite ruthless in reality, Wayne didn't want to take that risk.

Who knows what Duke Elliott was really thinking?

If he were in the other's shoes, even if the child were a brilliant magical genius, he wouldn't adopt his enemy's son. He'd be lucky not to kill the brat; the thought of marrying his only daughter to him was utterly ridiculous.

But now, the son of this enemy with such an awkward identity is actually himself... so things can't be generalized anymore.

Elliott nodded subtly, his satisfaction with the reply unreadable.

The two then discussed some policy suggestions, and Elliott was noticeably more attentive to his opinions than before.

After rambling on about a bunch of random things, Elliott finally told him to go back and get some rest.

“I’m busy with work every day and haven’t had much time to care about you. Maybe you’ve encountered some difficulties in life but haven’t noticed them yet.”

He sounded somewhat apologetic. "I will try my best to spend more time with you in the future. If there is anything that needs to be resolved, you can tell me directly."

Wayne paused. "Father, don't worry, I'll handle any problems that arise."

So Elliott didn't say anything more.

……

After leaving the study, Wayne breathed a slight sigh of relief and walked towards his bedroom.

But as he passed by Chris's study, she suddenly grabbed his collar and pulled him inside.

"Bang!" She slammed the door shut and pushed Wayne against it, forcibly pinning him against the wall.

"What shady things did you just say?"

She scanned Wayne from head to toe with suspicion, wishing she could lean in and smell him.

Wayne stared speechlessly at her wary expression. "She didn't say anything."

"If you didn't say anything, why can't I hear it?"

She clearly didn't believe it.

"And you said it was... gossip that only boys can hear..." Chris asked, feeling wronged. "Did you two secretly exchange tips on hanging out in shady places?!"

Wayne: ? ? ?

He chuckled and tapped Chris's head lightly, saying, "What are you thinking about all day? Father is going to be my father-in-law, how could he tell me this!"

Chris covered her head and pouted.

"Anyway, since you won't tell me, it's something that can't be brought to light."

Looking at her stubborn, defiant expression, Wayne sighed: "He just asked me if I wanted to go back to sweep the graves."

"Sweeping the tomb?"

Chris was puzzled for two seconds before she realized what was going on.

"Is...you mean the place you used to live in?"

Her tentative tone was quite cautious, as if she were afraid of hurting his fragile heart.

“Sigh, yeah.” Wayne feigned a melancholy expression.

Chris suddenly stood on tiptoe and hugged him.

“It’s okay…” she patted him awkwardly to comfort him. “Now, this is your home. If you don’t want to go, we won’t go. If you want to go, I’ll go with you.”

Wayne laughed and hugged her back tightly.

The two of them were stuck together tightly, like conjoined twins.

"I don't feel sad."

I feel like it's so heartless of me to lie to her even at a time like this.

"I really don't remember those things."

"Hmm," Chris responded softly. "Dad, really, why would he ask something like that out of the blue..."

"Okay, okay, he's just concerned about me. Let's not talk about this anymore."

Wayne ended the less-than-pleasant topic.

Holding her so intimately like this, Wayne's agitated mood was strangely soothed.

It's clear that the heart, hidden deep within the body, can truly connect with another person's warm and tender heart...

He lowered his head and kissed Chris's fair neck.

The girl in his arms suddenly trembled.

"You...you are not allowed to do bad things," she warned as if facing a formidable enemy.

“Then you do bad things to me, and I won’t do bad things to you.” Wayne shamelessly raised his chin and brought his neck close to her lips.

As long as I can stay by the side of my beloved, what does it matter what my identity is?

Chris's eyes were like water, and her body felt so weak that she could hardly stand.

But at Wayne's repeated requests, she still tremblingly extended her finger and touched his Adam's apple, little by little, from his chin down.

Then... they gave each other a light, fleeting kiss.

Wayne complained, "This is too perfunctory! No way, start over."

Chris stamped her foot in embarrassment, "Don't go too far!"

"Ouch—it's okay, it's not that you did it badly, you're just not very skilled yet," Wayne coaxed gently. "Then I'll demonstrate again. Remember to pay attention to this feeling, okay?"

He suddenly picked Chris up by the waist, threw her onto the soft sofa in a few steps, and pressed himself against her before she could react and stop him.

……

The next day, Chris went out wearing Wayne's turtleneck coat.

Even though it violated the school's rule that students had to wear uniforms, she absolutely refused to take them off.

Wayne was all smiles the whole way, which made her glare at him angrily several times.

"You liar, I'll never feel sorry for you again!" she said angrily in a low voice.

"Don't be like that~ I only cheered up again because of your comfort, Chris," Wayne said with a smile.

"You're still laughing!" Chris slapped him hard, then turned and stormed off in a huff.

Wayne wasn't in a hurry to chase after her, and just followed her slowly.

But not long after, she strode back and hid behind Wayne: "You go first, or the teacher will scold you first if you're late."

...That's so realistic.

As a result, the two who were unfortunately late still ended up receiving a heart-to-heart talk from their homeroom teacher, Xie Li.

"So, what's the reason today, Chris and Wayne?"

Sherley asked with a helpless expression.

"Because...because Wayne woke up too late and didn't make it, but we'll definitely leave earlier next time!" Chris skillfully found a scapegoat for herself.

Wayne solemnly agreed: "That's right, absolutely!"

Sherley was clearly very skeptical of this story, but seeing that the two had already rehearsed their statements, he didn't press the matter further.

After a moment of silence, he said dejectedly, "That's it then. The self-criticism must be written and handed in. This is the last time."

He has lost count of how many times he has said "this will not happen again."

"Definitely, definitely!" Chris couldn't hide her joy and hurriedly pushed Wayne away from the office.

Chapter 550 Tasia's "Treachery"

However, just as the two of them walked out of the office, Ge Li happened to walk in from the opposite direction.

When Wayne saw her for the first time, he was slightly taken aback.

Ge Li glanced at Chris first, then walked past the two of them without saying a word.

As their figures crossed paths, Wayne's gaze unconsciously followed Ge Li as he turned his head.

Chris noticed his gaze lingering on Ge Li and tapped him lightly, annoyed. "What are you looking at?"

"Oh, it's nothing."

Wayne smiled nonchalantly: "I was wondering what Ge Li wanted to see the teacher about..."

"Are you very familiar with her?" Chris asked casually.

"No, not really. After all, we were classmates before."

Wayne shrewdly distanced himself from the relationship.

“Hmph, that woman is my enemy,” Chris said. “You are not allowed to go near her.”

Miss Chris, it's too late to say this now.

Wayne sighed inwardly.

……

After several complete revisions, the orchestra's new performance schedule was finally finalized.