My older sister is a villainous rich girl.

"On the afternoon of October 7th, 271 AD in Lornes"

I invited some friends over to my house today, um... nothing much to write about.

October 8, 271 AD (Gregorian calendar)

Wynn's last gift was actually for me? Shocking. It was a really ugly brown bear, along with a handwritten card that said: For Chris.

Ugh, my damn charm! Is it because I'm too nice to Wayne? But what if he turns evil if I don't show him the proper care?

I'm too difficult.

……

October 10, 271 AD (Gregorian calendar)

Today I met people from the Baptiste Chamber of Commerce, including Pokran's younger brother, Benjamin.

We casually mentioned Pokran, and he couldn't help but ask about Pokran's recent situation, which suggests that there is still some brotherly affection between them.

He said he wanted to meet with Pokran privately.

……

October 12, 271 AD (Gregorian calendar)

Tonight, Wayne and I have each invited Benjamin and Mr. Pokran to our house for dinner.

Hot pot! It's the one!

I hope everything goes well...

In the study, Chris closed her secret diary and carefully hid it in a hidden compartment under her desk.

Looking out from the side window, one can see the lush green courtyard of the Duke's mansion, and a carriage slowly drives into the courtyard gate.

Wayne was standing at the entrance of the mansion, ready to greet him.

This is to pick up Benjamin; Mr. Pokland's carriage has only just set off.

"Good afternoon, Master Wayne." Benjamin greeted Wayne and then turned around to unload a heavy-looking box from the carriage.

When the box landed heavily on the ground, it kicked up a lot of dust, indicating that it had been idle for a long time.

"What is this?" Wayne asked.

"This is something my older brother had when he was a child."

Benjamin said, "After he left, my father put them all away and locked them up. But I stole them when my father wasn't looking."

Well done!

Wayne smiled and said, "Won't your father be angry if he finds out?"

"That's just how my father is. He's very stubborn. Even though he misses my older brother a lot, he just won't say a word about it," Benjamin complained.

"He's kept these things hidden for over a decade, refusing to throw them away or even look at them, thinking I didn't know."

He thought for a moment and said, "If I don't expose myself, my father might not find out for another ten years or so."

Wayne had his servants help him put the boxes away.

"Chris has prepared her homemade hot pot tonight. I wonder if Mr. Benjamin will enjoy it."

Fortunately, Lady Ashville and Duke Elliott had gone to visit one of her close friends and were not home today. Otherwise, she could have foreseen her inevitable fate of being punished.

"I don't think I'm picky about food, as long as there's meat, I'm fine with it," Benjamin laughed heartily.

……

Pokran accepted the Duke's invitation once again.

Now he had to admit that perhaps the Winchester family lady had an unexpected talent for dramatic writing.

Unlike his other works, "Superhero Bobby" is not filled with satire of various social realities, nor does it have any profound meaning.

It's a fictional story about fighting monsters, but it's loved by people of all ages and genders.

Especially children.

Whenever he saw those laughing children running around outside the theater, imitating the actors on stage and shouting "Bobby, transform!", he felt an indescribable feeling.

He thought that Chris must have grasped something he hadn't yet realized.

Because she truly pioneered a path that no one seemed to have ever traversed before.

Pokran was curious to know why she had chosen such a story? What was the secret behind the popularity of such a work?

The carriage came to a gentle stop, and the attendant informed him that they had arrived at their destination and opened the carriage door for him.

"Thank you." Pokran subconsciously straightened his hat and bow tie before stepping off the train.

What came into view was a familiar large pot and a stone brick stove that was even larger than last time.

Pokran twitched his lips.

He still vividly remembers the last time the lawn was burned.

"Mr. Pokran!"

Chris saw him and greeted him warmly.

Today she was wearing a very light long dress, her long hair was tied up in a small bun on top of her head, and she was wearing arm sleeves to avoid getting oil stains on her hands.

Beside her legs, a small white dog's eyes lit up and it rushed towards him.

Pokran immediately smiled, squatted down, and hugged the dog tightly, petting it all over.

"Good boy, have you been behaving well lately? Have you missed me?"

Every time he saw Xiaobai, he felt as if his heart had been healed.

They are so smart and cute!

He carried the dog toward them, but as he got closer, his pace involuntarily slowed down.

Beside Chris and Wayne, another young man, whose face was completely unfamiliar yet strangely familiar, was staring intently at him.

"You are..." Pokran asked, puzzled.

"Big Brother!" the young man in front of him exclaimed excitedly.

Pokran unconsciously loosened his grip, and Little White fell to the ground with a "woof".

The shout brought him back to his senses, and he quickly tried to pick up Xiaobai again, "I'm so sorry! I lost my grip, did you hurt yourself?"

Little White got angry and quickly broke free from his hand and ran away.

"It's okay, the grass is soft, it won't hurt." Wayne said, holding a spoon in his mouth and a half-filled cup of pudding in his hand.

But there was an indescribable schadenfreude in his tone.

"This is Mr. Benjamin of the Baptiste Chamber of Commerce," Chris introduced them. "And this is the famous playwright, Mr. Pokland."

Pokran did not speak.

But he pursed his lips, his chest heaving slightly, clearly indicating that he was not at peace.

"Brother..." Benjamin said with a hint of worry, "I asked the nobles of the Winchester family to let me meet you."

"Don't call me big brother," Pokran said coldly.

"We are complete strangers, you should call me Mr. Pokran."

Hearing him say that, Benjamin looked quite hurt.

Wayne blinked, stood up and greeted, "Mr. Pokran, this hot pot is an improved version again. I guarantee it will be even better than last time."

Taking advantage of his status as a child, he pretended not to understand the atmosphere and forced Pokran into his seat.

He gave his maids a wink, signaling them to hurry up and serve the food.

"Actually, I didn't know anything about drama before, but thanks to Mr. Pokran, I've finally discovered its fun aspects. I even wanted to join the drama club at the academy."

Wayne is lying through his teeth.

"If Mr. Poklan has the time, may I write to you to discuss this further?"