My older sister is a villainous rich girl

Chapter 566 Wayne, who is becoming less and less like a native of this other world

Thanks to the man's enthusiastic promotion, many people became curious about him and gathered around him to discuss the matter after the selection process ended.

Wayne, without making a sound, walked back to Chris's side and heard her mutter to herself in Chinese: "Vegetable greenhouse?"

"What are you thinking about? You look so serious." He leaned over and asked.

"Oh, it's nothing."

Chris didn't want to say more, but then she remembered what had just happened: "Oh right, I haven't settled the score with you yet! You were having a great chat with that girl, weren't you?"

She stared at Wayne's expression, carefully observing his reaction.

Goodness, Ge Li is even using Chris's help to teach him a lesson.

"No, it's not that... it's just that someone wanted to bring me some food, and I haven't accepted it yet." Although he occasionally encounters people who come to him with all sorts of ulterior motives, Wayne is very clear-headed about this and will not let his guard down just because a stranger shows him kindness.

Within the Lily Society, everyone is connected by a complex web of relationships. The more extraordinary one's status, the harder it is to trust others. He understood this more deeply than Chris.

"Really."

Seeing that he didn't seem to be lying, Chris was somewhat relieved.

Actually, she originally thought that Wayne wouldn't go so far as to seduce a girl like that. If it were Tasia, she might believe him even more.

However, if we can hear him pledge his loyalty one more time, why not?

She suddenly laughed: "You did a good job. Remember to keep up the good work next time."

"..."

Is this considered a compliment?

Having finally calmed the crisis on Chris's side, Wayne looked up again to search for Ge Li's figure, only to find that she had already left at some point.

……

Upon returning home, Chris immediately summoned several capable maids from the Duke's mansion to her study for a meeting.

“I have a very important task to entrust to everyone,” Chris said bluntly after Karen closed the study door.

"Because this is an experimental attempt, there is a possibility of failure. But it doesn't matter if it fails. The most important thing is that this matter must not be revealed to anyone outside the manor, not even your family members."

Seeing that the maids present had all solemnly agreed, Chris then proceeded to the next step of her explanation.

She casually took out a sheet of drawing paper and spread it out on the conference table.

“I want to build a greenhouse in my backyard,” she said.

……really.

Sitting next to Chris, Wayne was not at all surprised by her reaction.

But he still asked an extra question: "Is it about the technology of growing off-season crops? If you want to eat them, why don't you just order them from them?"

This question really hit Chris where it hurts.

She proudly raised her head and said, "Can the benefits of having to buy from others be compared to the benefits of being able to produce them ourselves?"

"Moreover, once the research and development is successful, it won't just be us who benefit... We can share the technology with ordinary people in our territory, making greenhouse farming a pillar industry of a small town, or even several small towns, and selling our products to the world at high prices!"

"Isn't this more promising than becoming the exclusive supplier for a dessert shop in the capital?"

Chris's eyes sparkled.

The maids were completely bewildered, while Wayne couldn't help but applaud.

I never expected Chris to have such a far-sighted plan. She truly deserves to be called a high-quality young person with a modern education—and so do I, of course.

"All of this depends on the successful development of the technology," she said. "So now we need everyone to work together."

Based on her limited understanding, Chris roughly sketched out the key points of greenhouse cultivation on a piece of paper.

Finding the perfect solution requires adjustments based on the actual situation, but if the general direction is right, it's only a matter of time before it bears fruit.

Therefore, being a time traveler does indeed have advantages that are extremely difficult for the local natives to compensate for. They may have spent countless hours painstakingly researching and figuring out the right path in a flash of inspiration, but for a time traveler, it is already a sufficiently mature design.

Wayne observed silently, occasionally assisting Chris and helping her explain the content in more detail.

"Hmm... let's give it a name, how about 'Vegetable and Fruit Diversity Supply Chain Completion Plan'!"

Chris hastily chose a long word full of flaws, and the maids all wore expressions that were hard to describe when they heard it.

“Hey, who can remember this name?” Wayne couldn’t help but protest.

"Protest denied!"

The autocratic Miss Chris insisted that her naming method was unique and refused to change it.

"Karen will be the main person in charge of the project," she said decisively. "She needs to report the progress to me personally at least twice a week, and if there are any emergencies, she can also contact Wayne."

"In short, I want to see the plan progressing according to schedule."

"I will personally cover all the funding and materials. If the research and development is successful, I will give everyone here an extra allowance, so you don't need to worry too much."

Chris, who didn't particularly like meetings, succinctly summarized the key points and then decisively adjourned the meeting without delaying for even a minute.

In this respect, her approach is completely different from that of the Duke of Elliott...

—The above is absolutely not intended to slander my father-in-law.

After the maids had all left, Wayne got up and stretched his arms.

"That dessert shop is even thinking of using this technology to monopolize the supply of off-season fruits in the entire capital... I wonder what they'll feel if one day they find that they can buy their original specialty products everywhere in the market," he said casually.

Chris didn't take it seriously. "By the time we finish our research and roll it out, it will conservatively take at least one or two years, enough time for them to make a fortune. Besides, this thing doesn't have any patent certification, and I didn't steal his technology."

Indeed, if we had to say something, it was just stealing technology from the previous generation on Earth.

At this point, Chris suddenly realized something.

"Wait, why don't you seem to find it strange at all?" she asked abruptly.

"Huh? Should I be surprised?" Wayne said, both amused and exasperated.

Chris felt something was off, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. "Shouldn't you ask me what 'patent certification' means, or what the name 'Vegetable and Fruit Diversity Supply Chain Completion Plan' means?"

While she was pleased that the conversation went so smoothly, the fact that Wayne was able to pick up on her jokes completely gave her a strange feeling.

Is it because he's been influenced by himself too much? He's becoming less and less like a native of this other world.

Chapter 567 shouldn't be like this.

"Hey, we've been hanging out together for so many years, I should be pretty used to your ways by now," Wayne chuckled. "I'm used to it by now."

Chris would occasionally reveal ideas and definitions from the previous world, so even if she occasionally heard some familiar allusions from Wayne, she would find it difficult to tell whether they were popularized by her.

Rather, it was precisely because she had a strong confidence in her identity as a time traveler that Wayne's strategy of "fishing in troubled waters" succeeded.

He used to occasionally wonder if he should reveal his identity to Chris, but he always felt that if Chris found out, some unexpected changes might occur.

Isn't it good just like this?

For her, trusting the devoted and sincere Wayne in front of her was much easier than accepting another faceless time traveler, right?

After hearing his explanation, Chris indeed stopped doubting him.

"That's true."

She nodded understandingly.

"In that case, let's split up and begin our operations!"

Wayne was about to agree when he suddenly realized something was wrong. "Wait, what do you mean by splitting up?"

"Of course, I'll put in the effort to develop it, while you go and contact that dessert shop to see if they're willing to join our collaboration!" she said matter-of-factly.

"The most important prerequisite is that the price is affordable."

"But didn't you just assign all the tasks to other people?"

He wouldn't be fooled by Chris so easily.

"I……"

Chris hesitated for a second, then explained without batting an eye, "I have matters to attend to at Leaf Publishing House, how can I have so much free time to worry about other things?"

Wayne immediately wanted to complain that she always used the publishing house as a shield.

Seeing that he wasn't buying it, Chris grabbed his arm and started whining, "Oh, Wayne, please help me! I'm so tired lately and need to rest. Look how thin I've gotten."

She held out her wrist to show Wayne.

Wayne grabbed it with one claw, feeling no pity whatsoever.

Although she is indeed quite thin now, Wayne couldn't tell that she had become thinner than before.

"award."

He offered a brief, concise suggestion.

Chris looked at him pitifully and asked weakly, "Wayne, can you really bear to do this?"

"I can bear it," Wayne said, suppressing a laugh. "Hurry up, or I'll change my mind."

Seeing that she couldn't persuade him otherwise, Chris reluctantly leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

"Is it okay now?"

After she finished speaking, she tried to get away, but Wayne pulled her into his arms.

A familiar scent enveloped her.

“It’s possible,” the boy’s voice was wicked and cunning, “but only a little bit.”

"Hey!" Chris's face flushed red. Not wanting him to completely control the pace of their interaction, she bit her lower lip and looked away. "Can't you be serious for once?!"

Personally, she doesn't really like intimacy between couples, but Wayne is extremely enthusiastic about it.

Every now and then, he would go through this ordeal.

However, the issue that Chris found most embarrassing wasn't that, but rather...

He's clearly younger than me!

I always feel like I'm some weird auntie who's using the convenience of being reborn twice to seduce younger men.

Damn it! I'm clearly older, so why can't I ever gain the upper hand with him?!

"Can't we just talk? Let's exchange hobbies and talk about interesting things we do..." Chris became more and more guilty as she spoke.

Wayne looked at her with a "Do you think I'm stupid?" look.

Under the soul-searching gaze of his burning eyes, Chris's body couldn't help but shrink back, but she couldn't escape his embrace because Wayne was holding her tightly. Instead, she got closer and closer to him.

"You speak, I listen."

Wayne's eyes were deep and unfathomable, his gaze following the small patch of white skin peeking out from behind her ear with a few stray hairs, and then tracing down her face.

"Don't be afraid." Wayne put his arm around her waist, gradually increasing the skin-to-skin contact area.

Her breath sprayed into her ear, as if her soul trembled along with her body.

Suddenly... he seemed to have returned to that summer night on Qingxi Lake.

Restless, yet obsessed.

as if--

When he suddenly realized he shouldn't have thought of that, it was too late.

Wayne stopped his further movements in a daze, a sense of panic he had never felt before rising in his heart.

'...It shouldn't be like this.'

Taking advantage of Wayne's momentary lapse in concentration, Chris finally broke free from his wolfish kiss.

"Okay! Is that enough now?" She covered her chest with one hand, trying her best to control her breathing, her chest rising and falling slightly.

Her lips still held a trace of moisture, creating a very sensual scene, but Wayne had no desire to continue at this moment.

Looking at her embarrassed and angry expression, he was stunned for a moment before he finally came to his senses.

"Enough, enough..."