My older sister is a villainous rich girl

It wasn't until she grew up that she realized that writing an essay doesn't necessarily mean revealing your real wounds.

As long as you follow the format requirements of the essay topic, use elegant language and writing style, quote a few famous sayings, and elevate the theme at the end, no one will care even if you make up a story.

Besides that, there are many other things she understands.

It was as if, in just a moment, the world I saw was no longer the same.

For example, a mother doesn't become a star in the sky after she dies; she simply leaves forever.

For example, the reason why my father doesn't see me often is not because he works hard every day, but because he is busy dating one girlfriend after another.

From the moment she realized the truth, her innocent and naive understanding shattered completely in her young mind.

She gradually became a composed adult who could skillfully conceal her wounds.

My father's business grew bigger and bigger, and even by the standards of first-tier city income levels, our family was undoubtedly among the wealthy.

He has many social engagements every day, with all sorts of friends taking turns hosting banquets, leaving him no time to take care of himself.

"Women will flock to you as long as you have money," he always boasted at the dinner table, changing female companions more often than he changed new clothes.

But even in this matter, she did not come away empty-handed.

At least, he wouldn't always have to face his drunken father; there would always be a woman by his side to take care of him.

I've attended expensive private boarding schools since I was a child, so I don't need to spend much time with him. As a father, all he needs to do is provide the money.

Just as he had no time to care about himself, he also gradually lost the energy to care about him.

Has he seriously considered starting a new family?

unknown.

Although some relatives and friends, for various reasons, would advise him to remarry, speaking from their own experience.

My father would occasionally tell his girlfriends with deep affection: "I always thought of myself as a wanderer, but after wandering for so long, I'm tired. Only after meeting you did I truly understand what it feels like to love someone."

He would even invite himself to eat with those women to show his determination to have a good relationship with them.

But it was no use.

They'll break up again soon.

From the very beginning, I felt anxious and uneasy, afraid that I would have to live under the same roof with another person in the future, and that I would have to accept that another person would take the place of "mother".

After that, she got used to it and just sat indifferently to the side, not saying a word, serving as a prop for him to create his persona.

However, even a father with such extensive experience in dating is not without his moments of failure.

He had an ex-girlfriend who, after being dumped by him unilaterally, once came to the gate of his school to wait for him.

To this day, she can't even remember what the woman looked like anymore, only a distorted and ugly face.

"—!"

She shouted her own name, rushed forward and grabbed her own arm tightly, her bloodshot eyes filled with madness.

"Please talk to your dad... I really, really like him, and I don't want to break up with him..."

The woman's face was covered in tears, and she kept crying loudly to herself.

That mouth opening and closing.

It's like a fish that's about to die, but is now above the surface of the water.

'What's the point of telling me all this?'

This was the first thought that popped into her mind.

But she quickly realized what was happening.

'So, I was an accomplice too.'

Fortunately, the driver, who quickly noticed something was wrong, pulled her away, preventing any more serious consequences.

The father was furious about this.

"He's really a shrewd one, pulling this stunt on me?!"

The matter was ultimately resolved with money. The woman received a large sum of extra money as a breakup fee, returned to her hometown, and never appeared again.

However, from that time on, my father stopped making me play along with his womanizing image.

Her life became even more detached from his as a result.

But the troubling issues were far from over.

Perhaps because both her parents have excellent genes, she is considered to be a very beautiful girl.

As a result, some boys will be misled by her appearance and foolishly fall in love with her.

If it's just a normal classmate relationship, it's fine, but once you realize that the other person wants to pursue you, you will feel extremely disgusted uncontrollably.

She discovered that she simply couldn't accept anyone's feelings.

Whenever I hear those sweet words that boys think are so touching, I can't help but think of my father's "deeply affectionate" appearance.

Before my eyes, two different faces overlapped, uttering the same cheesy love talk.

It made her feel physically nauseous.

Because of this unresolved issue that she couldn't seek help from others, every boy who confessed his feelings to her was rejected by her with the excuse, "I just want to focus on my studies."

Liking oneself may not be their fault... but not being able to like anyone is not one's fault either.

How can you give something to someone else if you don't even have it yourself?

Driven by the idea of ​​being able to support herself without relying on her father, she studied hard and was admitted to a good university in another city.

To make her studies more convenient, she, like her classmates, enrolled in dormitory accommodation.

But there are only more creative ways to confess your feelings in college.

Even though she had told almost everyone around her that "I only want to focus on my studies and don't want to date," the boys still ignored her and kept throwing themselves at her.

They would force her to send flowers under the guise of "surprise," set up candlelight hearts downstairs in her dormitory, and give her large plush toys they liked.

Then they stood in the middle of a crowd of eyes, eagerly waiting for him to come out and play along with their act.

She angrily rejected his confession, threw away all the flowers, and smashed the gift on the ground in front of him.

No one could understand her pain.

Regardless of gender, they simply watched the spectacle and cheered.

"What girl doesn't want to be in a relationship? You just didn't do a good enough job of wooing her." They mocked the person who failed to confess his feelings.

What woman doesn't like money? It's just that you haven't given her enough.

She was tired of these comments.

Amidst the gossip and rumors circulating inside and outside the dormitory, she simply asked her father to send money to buy an apartment near the school and moved out.

After painstakingly cleaning everything up, she stayed in the empty house where she was all alone, locked the door, and drank a lot of alcohol for the first time, wanting to get completely drunk.

On the laptop screen next to me, an anime called "The Villainess Chris" was playing to pass the time.

As she read on, she became genuinely captivated by the story.

"...Although the plot is illogical and Mary Sue-ish, if such a world really existed, I'm sure I could live happily every day..."

Every day, he carefree and mischievous, causing trouble everywhere, yet he receives boundless love from his parents, and the family lives happily together...

If only I could have all of these...

Thinking this, she slumped onto the table and completely lost consciousness.

“Chris…Chris…”

I heard a familiar voice.

"Get up! You have to go to school today!"

The sound of curtains being drawn rang in my ears, and a blinding beam of light entered my vision.

"Mmm..." She covered her head and curled up in the blanket like a caterpillar.

However, the warm blankets were soon pulled back.

"Wien's been exercising for ages! And you're still sleeping in!"

Chris got out of bed, rubbed her eyes, and saw her mother, whose expression wasn't exactly gentle.

"Mom!" Chris suddenly hugged her like a koala.

Ashville sighed, feeling a little helpless. She touched her messy hair and said, "Really, she's such a grown-up, yet she still clings to her mother like a child."

Chris buried her head in her mother's clothes.

The warm scent emanating from my mother, the gentle breeze blowing in from the window, the barking of dogs downstairs mixed with Wayne's laughter... everything was so comforting.

"—Because, I love my mom the most."

Whether he died, whether a god granted his wish, or whether it was just wishful thinking or fantasy.

What I wanted is now—

We got them all.

Chapter 108 The Leader Among the Salted Fish

"Did you finish your homework properly yesterday?" Wayne asked again, still not entirely at ease.

"I'm done writing!" Chris looked listless, probably still half asleep.

"Don't just copy it verbatim, okay?"

"I know, I'm not stupid." She rolled her eyes at herself, annoyed.

Wayne couldn't help but think to himself, "Sometimes you seem no different from an idiot."

After a pleasant weekend, the thought of having to go back to the classroom can sometimes be quite disheartening.

He lifted a corner of the carriage curtain and looked out at the street receding into the distance.

"Chris, aren't you going to start the craft department again?" he asked.

There is no hope for this matter other than her.

After entering the main campus, the student hierarchy became more distinct. As a lower-class aristocrat, Senior Meimei no longer had the influence to start a club that only involved slacking off every day.

Even Sophia, in order not to isolate herself from the group, had to hide her close friendship with Meimei and dared not spend too much time with her.

In this situation, even if Meimei's application to start a club is barely approved, it will probably only be a "mobile club" without even an activity department.

How sad!

“The Crafts Club…” Chris hesitated for a moment and said, “Actually, thinking about what we’ve done, even if it’s not called the Crafts Club, it would be about the same as any other name, right?”

"..."

It's amazing that you have such self-awareness.

"Has Wayne considered joining another club?"

Chris leaned against the window, watching the fleeting lights and shadows outside, and asked casually, "Always being in the craft department with me, you must get bored, right?"

"It's not boring, but speaking of joining other clubs... I once wanted to join the drama club."

Over the past few years, Wayne has maintained communication with Mr. Pokran.

The letters alone, asking for advice on theatrical creation, piled up in large numbers. Mr. Pokland even encouraged him to try his hand at it in a campus club first.

"Hmm, I vaguely remember," Chris suddenly laughed. "How about we join the drama club? It seems like you're always the one who accompanies me to do what I want to do. This time, it'll be my turn to accompany you."

Wayne hesitated. "But I just wanted to try writing scripts. If I join, I'll have to start as a background actor like the other freshmen. Wouldn't that be awful?"

He seemed to see himself standing outside the spotlight on stage, silently facing the lush green grass, foolishly holding up a green tree branch.

Chris sighed with the air of a wise elder, "Wayne, it seems you still haven't fully grasped the essence of this academy."

"That is—the strong can do whatever they want."

So Chris showed him the power of privilege.

……