Part 1The Heiress's Little Sister

Recently, Ethan, the school heartthrob, has been getting very close to Lily, the scholarship student who looks like a pure little white flower.

Everyone was betting with an attitude of watching a drama:

When will his domineering childhood sweetheart, Sophia, snap?

After all, it's an open secret that Sophia likes Ethan.

But a whole week passed.

Sophia still hasn't gone to trouble the little white flower.

Some people couldn't hold back and went to investigate.

They found that Sophia was actually very busy.

Busy doing charity work.

Busy getting first place in exams.

Busy setting an example for her three-year-old demon sister.

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My sister, Sophia, is the vicious female supporting character in a novel.

Out of jealousy towards the female lead's pursuit of her childhood sweetheart.

She used her status as a wealthy heiress to suppress and bully the female lead in school.

In the end, under the halo of the male and female leads, her family was ruined and people died.

No way.

I'm only three years old.

I haven't even touched a Black Card yet.

Is my life as a rich second-generation slacker going to end just like that?

To keep my wealth and glory.

I decided to find something for my sister to do.

The first thing: being called by the teacher to school.

Sophia looked at the surveillance footage.

Veins popped on her forehead.

"Chloe, who let you ride the kindergarten kids like horses!"

I puffed out my chest confidently.

"I gave them money!"

Sophia gritted her teeth in anger.

"Does giving money make it okay? Who taught you that?"

I looked at her with an innocent face.

"Sister, you said it yourself, money is omnipotent. You can pay the gardener to shave his head, why can't I pay to ride a horse? It's not fair!"

Sophia choked: "......"

This was indeed something she had done.

She disliked the new gardener's hairstyle, so she threw a stack of money at him to shave his head.

She even blurted out this famous quote.

Didn't expect this scene to be imitated by me.

On the way home.

She was exceptionally silent.

Probably not reflecting on herself.

But worrying that my behavior would affect the family.

After all, this is an aristocratic kindergarten.

The classmates I rode also have money and power at home.

Anyway, I can't be allowed to do this anymore.

She thought for a whole night.

The next day, she had dark circles under her eyes and preached to me.

"Chloe, as the saying goes, when poor, attend to your own virtue in solitude; when wealthy, make the whole world virtuous. We rich people need to restrain our words and deeds even more. We can't use money to do bad things, we must do more good deeds to help others, understand?"

My eyes were clear: "Didn't understand."

Sophia: "......It's okay, sister will set an example for you."

Since then, every time she took me out, she would lead by example.

Sometimes going to the orphanage to do charity.

Sometimes signing up as a community volunteer to pick up trash.

Sometimes donating supplies to children in mountainous areas in my name.

At first, it was to educate me.

Later, she enjoyed it herself.

She even developed a good habit of helping old ladies cross the street.