My older sister is a villainous rich girl

"Wayne, why are you sitting here alone, lost in thought?"

After finishing her pleasantries with the ladies, Chris walked over and saw the little white-haired girl hiding behind Wayne: "Huh? Who's this little girl?"

Wayne then realized he didn't know her name, so he looked at the unfamiliar little girl as well.

Under Chris's gaze, the little girl's face flushed red, and she said excitedly, "I...I am Belle, the second daughter of Viscount Emma. I met you once at the Grass Leaf Jewelry Shop."

Why do I suddenly start using honorifics when I talk to Chris?

Wayne felt as if he had been shot again in the chest.

"Really? We're so lucky to meet again! It's nice to meet you." Chris smiled and patted her little head.

Seeing the little girl squinting and thoroughly enjoying Chris's "caress," Wayne silently walked away.

Although this little loli Bell seems to have no role in the original work, and Wayne has no impression of her at all, he can already foresee that another innocent cub will fall into the unreasonable halo of "everyone loves me" of the otome anime protagonist, which has been proven by countless faceless passers-by in the anime.

As expected, once it's brought to life, even settings that were only briefly mentioned in the original work become quite terrifying.

"Hey, isn't this Mr. Wayne Wincher, who recently returned to the Wincher family?"

A young man in his early twenties approached Wayne.

It feels very incongruous for a nine-year-old boy to be addressed as "sir" by someone so much older.

However, Wayne didn't give him a friendly look, because the man's tone was undisguisedly sarcastic, and his expression was full of hostility, as if he wanted to shoot sharp blades from his eyes and pierce Wayne a thousand times.

After thinking it over carefully, Wayne realized that since returning to his family and staying in the Duke's mansion, he shouldn't have had any interaction with him.

In other words, the conflict is not caused by the person himself, but by an enemy brought about by certain external factors.

“If you have any complaints about the Wincher family, I will pass them on to Father,” Wayne said indifferently.

Having met with a rebuff, the bewildered man glared at him angrily and left.

Before long, Chris returned, having shaken off the cute little girl, carrying a delicate silver platter filled with all sorts of pastries.

Chris forked a small piece of soft, fluffy cake, about to put it in her mouth, when she noticed Wayne resting his chin on his hand, thoughtfully observing her.

"W-What's wrong?"

Why do I feel a little panicked?

"Sister Chris—"

Wayne smiled like an angel, "You seem to be very popular, I'm so envious."

His tone was full of a child's longing.

Chris chuckled dryly, "Well... not really."

That's true, kids always think that guys with lots of friends are really awesome.

But even though she was smiling, Chris couldn't feel happy at all; she was thinking about her tragic future.

She casually saved countless lost lambs, was loved and surrounded by many men, and lived a happy life as a princess in name but a duck-fed commander in reality.

She shuddered violently; this fate had to be changed.

We can't do too much, nor can we do nothing.

If you do too much, you'll inevitably embark on the irreversible path of building a rebellious harem; but if you do nothing, you'll likely face the deserved ruin of your life.

The balance between these two is very difficult to maintain, and Chris has some doubts about whether she, with her mediocre skills in balancing things, can handle such a challenging task.

But in any case, you have to eat one bite at a time, so let's start with my younger brother.

It's decided! We must guide him onto a normal and healthy path in life!

Chris glanced at Wayne discreetly, then casually brought up the subject: "Um, Wayne... what kind of girl do you like?"

"Huh?"

Wayne's harmless smile froze for a couple of seconds.

Seeing Wayne's slightly stiff reaction, Chris suddenly realized that her question seemed ambiguous, and her face turned red instantly.

"Oh, I mean, everyone has friends they like, like when I was little I liked the kind and reliable older brother next door who would take me out to play..."

"No! I was just casually asking, you don't have to answer!"

Having inadvertently revealed her "first love," Chris looked utterly shocked and gave up trying to think about it.

'Oh no, what am I saying to a nine-year-old boy...'

Chapter 8 Late Night

'So this is it? Starting to prepare to romance each character in the story?'

'It seems that even a female time traveler from China can't escape the allure of handsome men...'

Wayne outwardly tried his best to maintain a calm and composed demeanor, but inwardly he was deeply shaken.

'The problem is... I'm just a nine-year-old boy, you beast!'

He thought about it seriously for a moment, then narrowed his lovely smiling eyes and looked at Chris sincerely.

In an inconspicuous corner of the grand banquet, a little boy's voice, tender and gentle, said, "Actually, I also really like my gentle and reliable older sister."

like……

Gentle and reliable...

elder sister……

Chris's face turned ashen at a visible speed, with a faint hint of pale green.

'What is this brat... saying?'

The brain cannot understand it.

Was this a direct confession from a nine-year-old boy? Or was it just a thoughtless remark?

Chris's belief wavered. Could she really escape the fate of being the heroine of an otome anime?

She was on high alert.

'This person before me truly lives up to his original storyline—destined to be a playboy—he's terrifyingly handsome!'

Wayne smiled, raised his glass full of juice to her, and then turned and left.

Hmph, you're still too green, little girl, to compete with my new century relationship guru in terms of tricks.

At the banquet, Ashville formally introduced Wayne to the circle of wealthy women she was on good terms with.

"Oh my, this young master is so cute."

"She looks very smart and quick-witted."

"Oh my, I wish my son had that kind of composure..."

Regardless of what they were really thinking, these ladies all put on bright smiles and treated Wayne very kindly.

Wayne could only force a smile while offering sincere greetings to the ladies using the etiquette he had just learned.

"Will this young master also attend the elementary school section of Qingxi Academy?" a lady wearing a black veil asked.

“Yes, the principal has already issued the admission notice. This child will be in the fifth grade.” Ashville glanced at Chris not far away, “In the same grade as Chris.”

The idea of ​​skipping a grade was only proposed this morning, and it's already finalized by tonight? That's amazing efficiency! Did they really consult the principal himself, or was it just a matter of informing him?

I always feel worried about my position as a privileged class... perhaps because I was used to being an ordinary passerby in my past life.

"That's wonderful! Miss Chris will surely be delighted to have Mr. Wayne's company."

“Yes, that’s right.” Ashville showed just the right amount of distress. “Chris really likes this little brother and has been pestering him to play with her lately.”

"Hehehe, Miss Chris is so innocent and naive..."

The mutual flattery was completely devoid of substance; just standing by and listening for a moment was enough to give me a headache.

Wayne couldn't help but wonder to himself, how exactly does Chris manage to enjoy all these boring topics?

Do you see all these ladies as talking potatoes?

Or you could give them nicknames to distract them?

Wayne would occasionally cast envious glances at Chris, and perhaps sensing the burning gaze, Chris finally realized that Wayne was in deep trouble.

But she quickly turned her head to the other side even faster.

Pshaw, she wouldn't be so kind as to help him out!

Since you're a prospective playboy, you should start practicing how to win the hearts of the opposite sex. It's extremely rude to be annoyed by beautiful ladies.

Chris vouches for herself that this is absolutely not because she wants to retaliate against the little boy's rude remarks.

And so, under Wayne's increasingly desperate gaze, Chris's figure disappeared among the many guests attending the banquet.

In the packed party hall, adults danced and feasted, while children played and chased each other in the brightly lit garden.

The grand party continued until late at night, and the guests, having enjoyed themselves to the fullest, departed in their respective carriages under the protection of their attendants.

Chris looked quite satisfied and showed no signs of fatigue, while Wayne was already dozing off.

"That's all for today. You should all go back to your rooms and get some rest," said the lady of the duke's mansion upon returning home.

“Yes, Mother,” Wayne and Chris replied respectfully in unison.

However, as soon as Mrs. Ashville turned and left the living room, the two, who had been so united and friendly, immediately erupted into a civil war.

"Sister Chris, I hope that next time you slip away halfway through the banquet, you'll at least remember to take me with you," Wayne said, slightly dissatisfied.

Because he had no acquaintances besides Chris at the banquet, Wayne had to stay with Ashville all night, enduring the torment of the boring gossip of the noble ladies in the capital.

It's not "Hey? This accessory is really pretty."

It's like saying, "Hey, have you heard? Lately..."

As the event drew to a close, Wayne discovered that Chris had been playing with her friends in the garden the whole time and had not been subjected to the same "confinement" treatment he had received.

That's absolutely outrageous!

"Oh? So Wayne, you don't like those kinds of occasions?" Chris covered her lips, feigning surprise as she couldn't hide her amusement.

...From what angle can you tell I like it?

Chris looked apologetic: "I'm sorry, I didn't notice how you were feeling..."

Her tone was so sincere that one couldn't help but believe her every word, as if she really hadn't considered so many things, and the one who was wrong was Wayne, who clung to even such a small problem.

If it weren't for that mischievous smile she gave him before leaving, Wayne might have easily forgiven her.

A perfect score! As a performer, there's no doubt it's a perfect score!

Wayne sighed, "I just can't do anything with you."

This must be the privilege of being the female lead. Even after playing a prank on herself like a little devil, the only emotion that comes to mind is "She's so cute."

The protagonist's halo is so great, I want one too.

"Since you've shown a good attitude in admitting your mistake, I'll let it go this time, but don't let it happen again." Wayne yawned. "It's late, go home and get some rest."

Being confined by a tailored dress all day was really uncomfortable.

Wayne was exhausted and sleepy. On the way back, he felt like he could barely keep his eyes open. But the night breeze actually made him a little more awake.

He waved goodbye to Chris and headed towards his room.

As soon as I climbed one floor of stairs, I saw Karen, dressed in black and white lace, standing quietly by the corridor with her hands at her sides, as if she had been waiting for a long time.

"Karen?"

Wayne said in surprise:

"Aren't you going to rest so late?"

Chapter 9 The Unconvinced Goodwill

After several days of intensive study, Wayne has gained some basic knowledge about aristocratic families.

Various complex regulations have been gradually improved through generations of development, such as the employment system for maids. At first, these servants were just like slaves, their lives and fortunes entirely dependent on their masters. But now, specialized employment agencies have emerged in the capital, where maids can protect their labor rights by signing legally binding contracts, and they can regain their freedom after the contract expires.

Well... this is just the situation that ordinary nobles or wealthy commoners would face.