My older sister is a villainous rich girl

Chapter 604 Difficult problems must be solved one by one.

"..."

Wayne wondered to himself, could this Miss Yuna be planning to get him to bribe her?

If someone doesn't have much of a relationship with Ge Li, they might actually fall victim to this.

But, given my relationship with Ge Li, do I really need her as a middleman to get in the way if I want to meet?

So he replied casually, "Is that so? It seems Miss Ge Li values ​​you quite a bit."

"Of course!"

Seeing that Wayne didn't take any further action, Yuna frowned, wondering if he had truly missed her hint. "I heard that a dessert shop in the capital has recently launched a very popular new product, and I happen to have some free time this weekend—"

She pretended to mention it casually.

"Oh, I'm so sorry." Wayne couldn't hold back any longer. "I don't have any free time here. Since Ge Li is very busy right now, it's best not to bother her."

As he walked out, he said, "Excuse me, please make yourself at home..."

Unbelievable! I don't seem like the kind of person who's easily fooled. Did I overdo it by pretending to be innocent and ignorant?

If we actually listen to her, it will obviously be a complete tragedy.

"Hey, hey!" Yuna shouted angrily from behind, but Wayne ignored her.

……

For the next few days, everyone was busy with the arrangements for the Teachers' Day performance.

With manpower, venue, and funding at his disposal, Wayne had to worry about everything, leaving him little time to pay attention to the passage of time.

Chris reminded Wayne that it was the weekend again.

"Didn't we agree to visit Marquis O'Neill's children with Tasia this week?" Even Wayne was taken aback when she suddenly brought it up.

After his initial surprise, he suddenly slapped his forehead.

"I almost forgot because I was so busy, but luckily I still had time to prepare."

Chris was curled up in the sofa chair, casually flipping through a book. "Have you made plans with Tasia yet? I haven't heard you mention it."

"We made an appointment, and when I went to the library to return the books sometime..." After sorting through the various documents spread out on the table, Wayne took out another blank sheet of paper from the side.

“Since Tasia has agreed, there shouldn’t be any problems. We can just go to her bakery tomorrow and pick her up. As for Marquis O’Neill, according to etiquette, we should send him a visiting card in advance.”

The only thing we can do is send a simple greeting letter from the caregiver.

"Don't force Tasia to cooperate just because she can't refuse her friends' requests, ignoring her inconvenience." Chris put the book back on the shelf and walked over to Wayne, peeking out from behind.

“Although she always says she’s free whenever we go to see her, Tasia actually has a lot of other things to do, so it’s not really that convenient for her, is it?”

Seeing that she seemed very interested in seeing what he had written, Wayne simply turned around and opened his right arm to her, revealing his legs together.

He gestured with his chin, indicating that she should sit down.

Chris stared at his face in surprise, then looked down at his legs, her cheeks flushing slightly.

"You...if you're going to write a letter, then write it properly! Don't look at me!"

She forcefully wrapped her arms around Wayne's neck from behind, turning his face to face forward.

But the intimate touch of their skin touching, warm and alluring, made it difficult for Wayne to concentrate.

"I can't hug you when I want to, but I can hug you whenever I want? What kind of logic is that?" he chuckled.

"Anyway, anyway, you can't." She argued irrationally, and in her embarrassment, she hugged herself even tighter than before.

"Hey, go easy on me! Are you trying to murder your husband?" Wayne exaggeratedly tried to pry open the slender arm that was locking his throat.

Chris was furious at his irritating tone.

"Hmph, I can't be bothered with you." With that, she turned to leave.

Seeing that she had turned her back, Wayne pulled her into his arms.

"It's okay, even if you ignore me, I'll just talk to you, right?"

In the end, Chris still ended up sitting on his lap.

Unable to break free from his grip after a long while, Chris finally gave up resisting and collapsed limply to the ground.

Wayne did nothing else but rest his chin on her head, forcing her to rack her brains with him about those polite but awkward phrases of conversation.

"Ugh, this is so hard~"

She barely offered a few words for reference before giving up and burying her face in Wayne's chest, pretending to be dead.

Wayne reluctantly picked up his pen and continued writing. Fortunately, the letter didn't need to be too long, and it was finished in no time. "Go and give this to the butler, and have him deliver it to Marquis O'Neill's mansion tonight. That shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Chris gave an "Oh," and listlessly took his handwritten letter and went out the door.

Sitting in the study, Wayne couldn't help but shake his head.

Chris still acts like a child, her happiness and unhappiness are always very obvious.

……

The carriage bearing the crest of the Wincher family sped along the wide avenues of the capital.

It was neither too early nor too late; it was the afternoon when few people chose to go out.

Riklis and Tasia sat side by side opposite him in the carriage, chatting and laughing, which inexplicably made Wayne feel all alone. So he could only pull back the carriage curtain and gaze at the sky and scenery in the distance.

Will the mystery surrounding the "curse" on Roy and Vivian be solved today?

To be honest, Wayne wasn't sure either.

As the carriage entered Marquis O'Neill's mansion, to the same spot where he had disembarked last time, and to the same people who had greeted him last time, Wayne felt a strong sense of déjà vu upon seeing Marquis O'Neill standing expectantly at the courtyard gate.

"Is this the place?" Chris and Tasia followed him out of the car.

Noticing that Marquis O'Neill's gaze lingered on the two girls, Wayne took the initiative to introduce them.

"So it's Miss Chris and Miss Tasia..."

“Eh?” Tasia waved her hand in a panic. “Your Excellency, there’s no need to use honorifics for me. I… am just a commoner.”

“It’s alright, it’s alright.” O’Neal’s expression remained unchanged. “As long as you can help my children and enable them to return to normal life, you are already a great benefactor to our entire O’Neal family!”

Tasia nervously ran her fingertips across her cheek; she had never encountered this situation before.

"I...I will do my best."

Suddenly the pressure became heavy.

"Where have Roy and Vivian gone?" Wayne looked around.

Marquis O'Neill's expression became conflicted: "Ah, well... because the two of them started acting up and talking nonsense again, I had them tied up."

Chapter 605 is about friends

Wayne paused for a moment.

"Do you often have them tied up?" he asked, seemingly uncertainly.

"Well, not often... it's just that sometimes I can't help it..." For some reason, Marquis O'Neill felt guilty under the gaze of these young boys and girls.

“Please allow us to see the two siblings first,” Tasia stepped forward, blocking Wayne, who was frowning, and spoke first.

"OK--"

"Butler!" With a shout from Marquis O'Neill, a middle-aged man with graying temples walked over.

Unlike his slightly aged face, he had a straight back and a strong, muscular physique.

"Master, what are your instructions?" The butler bowed to the crowd.

“It’s rare for Roy’s friends to come visit him, so please take these young friends inside to meet him.” Marquis O’Neill paused here, deliberately raising his voice slightly: “They are distinguished guests from Qingxi Academy, and everyone in the manor must not neglect them!”

The butler acknowledged, then gestured to Wayne and his group.

"Distinguished guests, please follow me."

Seeing that the topic of conversation had been diverted, Wayne couldn't continue to play his part, but the uncomfortable feeling still lingered in his heart and was hard to shake off.

In the mind of this Marquis O'Neill, what is the difference between people and objects?

Youyou glanced at Marquis O'Neill before turning around and leaving with Tasia and Chris.

Watching the three figures disappear into the distance, Marquis O'Neill, who remained standing there, finally let out a long sigh. "These young people nowadays are truly remarkable... This invisible pressure is terrifying."

But as soon as he uttered this heartfelt exclamation, he realized that the occasion was inappropriate.

This isn't a study where you can say whatever you want, even if you're alone.

Under the rather strange gazes of his servants, Marquis O'Neill adjusted his bow tie in annoyance and left the courtyard in another direction as if nothing had happened.

The focus in the center of the venue shifted, and a servant who had been standing silently under the eaves quietly retreated, disappearing into an inconspicuous corner from the sight of the others.

……

Wayne followed Chris in silence, led by the O'Neill family's butler to a small house located at the deepest part of the Marquis's mansion.

"This is the residence of young master Roy and Miss Vivian," the butler introduced.

"Don't they live with their parents?" Chris suddenly asked.

This is clearly a large marquis's mansion; there's no issue of insufficient space. So why would they choose a secluded spot to build a separate house, independent of the others?

The butler was speechless for a moment, and finally just shook his head gently as if he had nothing to say.

"I won't go in with you all. If the young master and young lady see my face, I'm afraid they won't be happy."

He reached out and handed over a key.

“Young Master and Miss did nothing wrong, but some things cannot be changed according to one’s own will, especially when they bear the expectations of the family but betray those expectations. Master can only use force to salvage some of the crumbling glory of the O’Neill family.”

"Are you making excuses for what you've done?" Wayne snatched the keys from his hand. "So-called family glory? I only know that each individual is the core of a collective."

"That's right!"

Chris stood beside him, nodding repeatedly in support. "Wayne's meaning is my meaning."

"Although we don't know what Marquis O'Neill is thinking, the reason we are willing to help the brother and sister is not out of any desire for reward, but simply because we consider them friends." Chris, who was completely unaware of the crucial information involving dark magic behind this, was as confident as ever as the protagonist.

With such a natural way of leading the conversation, she probably thought that she was the one leading the entire operation, and that Wayne and Tasia were just temporarily acting as her assistants.

Upon hearing this, the butler gave a very faint smile.

“It is an honor for the O’Neal family to have a friend like you.” He placed his right hand flat below his left shoulder, bowed, and stepped back.

Seeing the butler retreat to a relatively distant spot, Wayne took a deep breath and said softly, "Let's go inside."

The lock hanging on the door was quite heavy, and it was clear that the two children, with their weak strength, could not break it.

Wayne turned the key and slowly pushed the door open to enter.

Although he had a premonition, the scene inside the house still surprised him.

The room was completely bare; the phrase "sparsely furnished" would be an apt description. A few rays of sunlight slid down the edge of the window, which was positioned too high up, casting bright shadows on the dark floor.

It's more like a confinement room than a residence or home.

At one end of the empty hall, Roy and Vivian were each tied to a chair with their backs to the door, completely ignoring the sound of the door opening.

Wayne walked towards them step by step and untied the ropes binding them under the chair back.

However, even after being freed from their restraints, they seemed oblivious to it, simply sitting motionless in place.

At that moment, Wayne suddenly understood why the two siblings were so slow to react to the outside world.

Perhaps it is not due to an innate disease, but rather to learned helplessness that has been artificially created.

He deliberately made some noise before walking up to them. "Roy, Vivian, I've brought you some treats and toys. Do you remember me?"

Upon hearing his voice, Roy's numb expression finally stirred.

When he looked up and actually saw Wayne's figure, his eyes seemed to light up instantly.

"...friends."

It seemed that only now could Roy be sure that he was not dreaming.