My older sister is a villainous rich girl

"You like the way I am, I'm cute."

Ge Li froze for a second, then her face turned bright red.

"I... I would never like you!"

Wayne simply reached out again to wipe away her tears.

—If you didn't like it, why would you do something so crazy and betray your family's expectations?

Yes.

Looking at Miss Gehry, Wayne was certain that Prince Richard was not what she truly wanted.

He had vaguely sensed since elementary school that many of Ge Li's views were too mature.

It far exceeded her level of understanding.

For example, it might say: "Marriage is a contract between two families to share certain resources."

Now it seems that these words could not possibly have come from her personally, but rather from some other expectations instilled in her by certain members of her family.

For example, she wanted to gain more power from the royal family through her marriage to Richard.

And that Finance Minister, Mr. Franz…

If he knew what his daughter had been doing in private with the boy from the Winchester family, whom he hated the most, he would probably be so angry that he would fall ill immediately.

This matter was inherently unacceptable to the family.

Even if she doesn't stay with Richard, Lord Franz won't let her stay with him.

Even so, she still desperately wanted to give herself all the tenderness.

It must be tough to endure all this.

“His Majesty the King will no longer accept… a future queen from one of the country’s great noble families,” Wayne said.

"So even if you really want to marry Richard, it's impossible."

Goli stared at him blankly, as if he couldn't understand his words.

“Your Majesty, you despise us—” A slight smile played at the corners of his lips, as if mocking him.

"A great nobleman."

……

When Ge Li returned home, he still felt unsteady on his feet, as if he were walking in a dream.

That version of Wayne made her feel like a stranger again.

But also——

As always, reliable.

She recalled the things he had said to her back then, and wondered whether she should follow his instructions to face (or deceive) her father.

Will my father be angry?

She felt a little guilty.

If one day she discovers his... special relationship with her, she will definitely be angry.

But just thinking about how he breathed softly in my ear...

Ge Li smiled gently.

Hmph, Wayne Wincher—

Even if you seem impressive, you're actually just a... shallow man.

Chapter 125 was no different from the previous ones.

"Wayne, what do you think of this story?"

Chris placed a few pages in front of him and leaned closer, wanting to look at them together again.

A few playful strands of golden hair brushed against Wayne's face, as soft as a feather gently stroking his heart.

Wayne stepped back slightly, leaned against the back of his chair, and picked up the papers to examine them carefully.

[Synopsis: The story of a young hero who pulls the sword from the stone and slays the demon king.]

"..."

Wayne put down the manuscript in his hand, looked at her seriously and said, "I think it's okay."

Chris stared at him blankly.

For some reason, even though the suggestion was approved, there was no joy in it.

"Oh." She suddenly realized, "Then let's press this one."

"No, I object!"

Lawrence walked over unhappily, slammed his script down next to him, and said, "My story is the best story!"

"So you want to stage a story in front of His Majesty the King about the eldest prince dying and the second prince ascending the throne?" Wayne said in a flat tone, "and with his two sons playing the leading roles."

"..." Lawrence was speechless for a moment, then said, unwilling to give up, "We can have other people play the two princes."

"Let's vote to decide, the minority shall obey the majority." Wayne didn't want to get entangled with him on this kind of issue.

He shouted, "Raise your hand if you agree with Lawrence's script!"

In the activity room, everyone else was looking this way.

However, Lawrence was the only one who raised his hand throughout the entire event.

Foolish little brother~ Reality is always cruel.

Wayne couldn't help but laugh.

"Look, everyone else has agreed to Chris's script, so it's settled then."

He packed his things and said to Chris with a smile, "I'll still be back a little later, don't wait for me for dinner."

"wait wait wait……"

Chris grabbed him.

"Ok?"

Wayne looked back with a hint of doubt.

Those beautiful, amber-like eyes were fixed on me, as if they had something to say.

But after a long silence, she simply whispered, "Come back soon."

Upon hearing this, Wayne's smile faded slightly at first, then he deliberately smiled again.

"understood."

Just perform well, no different from before.

Wayne told himself this.

She hopes to have a family member, and she will play that role well.

Just like in the original storyline, you need to be ready to deliver the punchline and the right lines.

Support her well, highlight her strengths, and let her live in a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere.

Even as a family member, I should have perfectly fulfilled all the responsibilities I could.

Although such a disguise is still somewhat unbearable, but...

He didn't want to see Chris crying anymore.

Just thinking about her tears that night, and that sorrowful expression so different from her usual demeanor, pierces my heart.

Yes, you still like her, right?

If they can't both be happy at the same time, he hopes that at least Chris can be happy.

How pathetic.

However, even in her pathetic state, she wasn't without admirers.

Wayne chuckled self-deprecatingly.

Being around Miss Ge Li really makes one forget their worries.

……

Although he wanted to see Miss Geli, Wayne was not staying at the academy today to see her.

Instead, it was to assist his teacher and senior sister Olive in tracking magical energy.

“Wayne, don’t stray too far from us later,” Olive said solemnly. “Although there will be other people protecting us, it’s hard to say whether we will encounter a stronger opponent.”

“Okay.” Wayne nodded.

He is now ready to participate in actual combat, but he still lacks experience.

Therefore, it is necessary to participate in some such tasks to improve one's adaptability and, incidentally, earn some attendance fees.

In addition, he was not opposed to the mission target—Cirque du Soleil.

When I returned to this place, it was already cold and desolate.

There were still some bloodstains left on the ground that hadn't been cleaned up, and some items were placed in a very messy manner.

Wayne was deeply impressed by the man he saw when he left, and his intuition told him that this major case was inextricably linked to him.

However, the investigation results were not what he had expected.

All the staff of Cirque du Soleil have been detained, and after layers of screening by the city guards, the person he mentioned has not been found.

“I am Bulwer, the temporary commander of the city guard.”

At the scene, Wayne met with the current head of the city guard.

Upon seeing his face, Wayne remembered that he had met him once before.

...It also happened in a sudden murder case.

Thinking of this, Wayne's expression changed.

Did the commander-in-chief and his family, who were among the targets marked with red circles on that original map, die?

He was about to speak when he suddenly remembered that, given his status, he shouldn't know anything about that map.

Bulwer did come over specifically to speak with Wayne for a few minutes.

"Mr. Wayne, I heard that you and Miss Chris were also there? Besides that strange man you mentioned, did you notice anything else amiss? Why did you leave so decisively halfway through?"

His emotionless eyes stared at Wayne.

Wayne frowned and said, "I just have a strong feeling, like... there's some kind of monster lurking in this place."

"At that time, I was so scared just standing here that I left immediately."

"...Before we left, that person tried to persuade us to stay, saying that there would be an even more exciting show to come."

Hearing his words, Bulwer pondered for a few seconds, then asked again, "So, do you still have that strange feeling right now?"

Wayne shook his head.

"Okay, I know."

Just as he was about to turn and leave, Wayne called out to him.

“Wait, Mr. Bulwer.”

When he looked over, Wayne hesitated for a moment before saying, "I remember the last time we met was five years ago, in connection with the tragic case of a baron."

He clearly saw Bulwer's pupils shrink.

"I think their deaths, all stemming from unexplained magical outbursts, might be connected in some way?"

Bulwer stood quietly for a moment, then said, "I'll keep a closer eye on this information and see if we can trace the killer's magical trail for now."

Magic tracking is a very profound technique.

If the enemy is equally powerful, it may not be effective at all.