My older sister is a villainous rich girl

"Hey, you seem a bit off today?" Chris said abruptly as they approached the outside of the stands.

Even Chris noticed her unusual behavior.

After a moment of distraction, Ge Li turned her gaze back and met Chris's slightly puzzled look, as well as Wayne's concerned expression behind her.

He gave a rather lonely laugh, concealing the melancholy in his eyes.

"What? I finally don't want to cause you any trouble anymore, are you not happy?" She turned to look at the diverse group of people in the commoners' section.

"Tsk, don't make me sound like a masochist."

Chris simply leaned over the railing too, and together they peered down at the huge crowd of unfamiliar spectators.

Even though they privately harbored envy and curiosity about the lives of the nobles, commoners rarely dared to rudely pry. Those who occasionally met the gaze of others would immediately lower their heads in a flustered manner, fearing they would get into trouble.

"A masochist?" Ge Li asked casually.

After thinking for a moment, Chris gave it a somewhat imprecise definition. "It's probably like this: no matter how much they get hurt, they'll still recklessly rush over there."

As if finding the idea amusing, Ge Li's lips curled into a self-deprecating smile.

"...So there really are people like this in the world."

Wayne, who had been pretending to be dead the whole way, was now terrified.

He found that, in a sense, this strange atmosphere of reconciliation was more terrifying than the fierce confrontations the two had once faced.

"Well, there are so many people in this world, it's inevitable that a few will be unusual," Wayne chuckled.

He was tempted to make an excuse to pee, but he was also worried that if he wasn't there, the two young ladies might cause some uncontrollable trouble.

Every minute and second that slowly passed was incredibly agonizing.

Ge Li, however, seemed completely unaware of his current predicament, and became more and more engrossed in his conversation with Chris.

If someone who didn't know the inside story saw them at first glance, they might think that these two were best friends who hit it off immediately.

"Where did you learn all this nonsense?" Ge Li suddenly asked, curious.

She considered herself a regular at the library, so how come she had never seen these unique and novel arguments before? Could it be... that Wayne told her?

It seems like something that guy is capable of doing.

Thinking of this, Ge Li's mood suddenly turned somewhat bad.

"Ah, yes, yes... a Kamen Rider who happened to pass by my house told me, but that's not important." Chris pulled out her usual half-hearted lines that even a child wouldn't believe.

Chapter 577 Do you know him well?

Ge Li, who was not fooled by such a naive lie, immediately revealed an indescribable expression.

“In some ways, you and Wayne are both similar and different,” she said.

Chris astutely grasped the hidden meaning in those words. "Judging from your tone, do you know him quite well?"

In an instant, the hairs on Wayne's body stood on end.

He knew that if he interrupted at this moment, it would only increase Chris's suspicions; only if Ge Li took the initiative to explain would things be clear.

but……

He pretended to look elsewhere, as if he was completely unaware of the gaze that Ge Li was casting at him.

As their relationship grew closer, he found himself increasingly unable to grasp Ge Li's psychology. Or perhaps, he had never truly succeeded in understanding her from the very beginning.

She must be looking at me with a calm gaze right now, right?

So how will she answer this question that hits the nail on the head?

"Understand?" She pondered the word repeatedly.

"—I know nothing about the real him except the image he wants to project."

While it would be great if you could distance yourself from me, your tone is a bit too dismissive...

“No matter what, Ge Li and I have been classmates for many years.” Wayne didn’t turn around. “Actually, I really want to thank you for not refusing to let me participate in the orchestral activities just because I was a member of the handicrafts club.”

“Oh, that?” Ge Li said casually. “You’re welcome.”

"I was just thinking that if your free time was taken up by the orchestral activities, you probably wouldn't have much time left to deal with the tasks of the handicrafts department."

She spoke her mind with unusual frankness.

"Hey!" Chris couldn't hold back any longer. "You've gone too far!"

Although she had been aware of the situation and taken corresponding countermeasures, it was still hard for her to accept being so openly humiliated.

"Is this going too far?" Although Ge Li appeared to be smiling, there was clearly no smile in his eyes.

"Then you'd better watch out, I might do something even worse."

Well, it turns out that the harmonious atmosphere just now was just an illusion.

Wayne shook his head helplessly.

The atmosphere between the three of them became tense again.

Fortunately, an uninvited guest soon broke in, shattering the suffocating situation.

"The older brother and sister I met last time..." A stuttering voice suddenly rang out beside them.

Wayne turned his gaze and saw that it was Roy O'Neill and Vivian O'Neill, the brother and sister he had met once before.

Moreover, just like last time, these two mentally challenged children were also without parental supervision.

Looking around and not seeing Marquis O'Neill, Wayne suddenly realized that this might be a good opportunity for him to escape.

"Oh, it's Roy and Vivian."

He patiently greeted them both: "Vivian, do you remember me?"

Realizing that the stranger was talking to her, the little girl grabbed her brother's hand in fear and shrank back nervously behind Roy.

...It seems you don't remember.

Wayne smiled somewhat awkwardly, then turned to introduce Goethe and Chris again. "These are the children of Marquis O'Neill. Chris, you met them before."

"Could it be those two rumored...children?"

Ge Li glanced at the two siblings with slight surprise, his gaze lingering on their ordinary, somewhat shabby clothes for a moment, but he didn't say anything more.

“I am Roy O’Neal, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

It was clear that Roy was trying very hard to make his sentence sound complete and fluent.

But the more he struggled to do even such simple things, the more he seemed to be in a daze.

Ge Li frowned slightly. "You should find a servant to attend to you and have him speak on your behalf."

Although it is somewhat impolite for a servant to communicate with other nobles on his behalf, at least it allows for normal interactions, and most people will understand his inconvenience. It is much better than him having to utter each word one by one as he does now.

“No…no servants.” Upon hearing this word, Roy’s face showed some fear, and his sister Vivian looked so scared that she was about to cry.

So Ge Li frowned even more deeply.

Wayne also realized that their reactions seemed a bit off.

"Are you afraid of servants?" he asked softly.

“…The servant will tie my sister up…No…” Roy’s emotions seemed unstable as he spoke, and his whole body trembled slightly.

"Don't worry, there are no servants here right now, we're all listening to you." Wayne quickly pulled a small doll out of his pocket.

“This is my good friend, I’ll give it to you,” he said without hesitation.

Upon hearing this statement, which seemed to contain something amiss, both Chris and Geli simultaneously turned to look at him with strange expressions.

Roy, however, didn't see anything wrong with the statement and was immediately drawn to the small doll in Wayne's hand.

After staring at it for a while, Roy reached out and took the doll, his initial excitement gradually calming down. "Good friend..."

"Good friends will help you drive away bad people, so don't be afraid."

Wayne's voice carried a hint of pity.

Although it is impossible to be certain what they went through, some unpleasant implications can be discerned from these few words.

He had hoped that with the help of the two siblings, he could temporarily divert attention from the conflict between Ge Li and Chris, but unexpectedly, he seemed to have encountered a problem that required his help to solve.

"Roy! Vivian!" came an urgent call from not far away.

Roy paused, then turned around.

A woman who looked to be around forty years old hurried over and, as soon as she got close, complained to them, "You two! Didn't I tell you to stand still and wait for me? Why are you running around like this!"

The lady was dressed very elegantly, carrying a small black leather bag. Her flamboyant demeanor made her seem like someone who was not easy to deal with.

Under her reprimand, Roy only avoided eye contact and kept his mouth tightly shut, not uttering a word.

Wayne couldn't stand it any longer and interrupted, asking, "Wait! Madam, may I ask who you are?"

She glanced at him with surprise, and replied in a less than friendly tone, "I am the Marquis de O'Neill, and who are you?"

Wayne and the others looked at each other in bewilderment.

……

"So they are the children of the Duke of Winchester and the Marquess of Edgeworth..."

After learning the identities of the three people in front of her, Marquise O'Neill's expression became somewhat strained.

Although her husband also inherited a prestigious title, his power was nowhere near that of those two influential figures, not to mention that the next generation of successors in those two families also held secure positions.

Given time, the O'Neal family might even have to rely on these young men...

Parenting Strategies After Chapter 578

Considering the potential impact on reality, Mrs. O'Neill's tone finally softened.

But she still couldn't completely soften her tone.

"I'm sorry my children have caused you trouble. I will take them away."

The woman glanced at the two siblings beside her and inadvertently noticed the small doll Roy was holding. Her brows immediately furrowed in annoyance.

"Where did you get that from?!" she snapped. "Put it back where it was right now!"

Roy looked at Wayne blankly, but before he could say anything, the woman snatched the doll from his hand.

“That’s enough.” Mrs. O’Neill turned her gaze away from the two siblings with disgust. “What did I do wrong to give birth to children like you?”

Wayne could no longer turn a blind eye.

"Madam, your words have gone too far!" At this moment, his disgust for this woman intensified.

Perhaps because he was making too much noise, many people were looking in his direction.

This was probably the first time in her life that Marquise O'Neill had been criticized so openly. Her face flushed red, and she didn't know how to react for a moment.

Realizing he was getting a little out of control, Wayne took a deep breath and tried to soften his tone.

"Just as you wouldn't want children like them... have you ever considered that they wouldn't want a mother like you either?"

Is it something to be grateful for that it only brings about lives destined for misfortune?

Perhaps this is the view of most people in this not-so-gentle world.

Having regained control of his sudden outburst of personal emotions, Wayne's face remained expressionless.

“That doll was a gift I gave to Roy; it’s a symbol of our friendship. Even if you have personal grievances against me, please keep those inappropriate thoughts to yourself. Otherwise, it won’t do the whole O’Neill family any good.”

Mrs. O'Neill remained silent.

In the end, the two children left with Mrs. O'Neill, who looked dejected.

It was Vivian, the younger sister, who seemed to have finally remembered the stranger's appearance, and kept looking back even after walking quite a distance.

After the group left, Chris asked him with slight surprise, "Wayne, didn't you tell me last time that long-term care for patients, even among relatives, can always lead to problems? Actually, we can have a good talk with Mrs. O'Neill about these things..."

Wayne didn't know how to answer.

Perhaps it was in that instant that I felt a strange resonance with that sentence?

"Well, everyone can talk the talk, but not everyone can walk the walk." He was a little embarrassed.