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Ruan Mengmeng sat at the dinner table, pretending not to see Li Junyu sitting opposite her.

However, she had barely picked up her cup when Li Yaoyang’s words made her choke on her saliva.

Did he say she was getting along with that ice block of a man who had nothing but good looks and an evil heart?

Was Uncle Li misunderstanding something? Could he not tell that far from getting along, they were in fact on really bad terms?

Unfortunately, she had no choice but to swallow all of those words.

Li Yaoyang was just too kind to her, so she could not bear to nitpick about their arrangements while she stayed at their home.

After exchanging a few words with

Ruan Mengmeng

, Li Yaoyang frowned and asked the butler, “Where are Junting, Junche, and Junxi? Haven’t the three of them come downstairs yet?”

When she heard the name ‘Junting’, Ruan Mengmeng’s ears immediately perked up.

She was a little nervous, and her heart was pounding. Would Second Young Master Li remember what happened last night when he saw her?

Li Junyu, who was sitting opposite her, glanced at the girl’s body as it suddenly stiffened straight as a board. His deep and cold black eyes darkened even further.

“I’ve already sent servants to call them down. They should be here soon.” The middle-aged butler was sweating bullets now. It was nearly impossible to get all four of the young masters to have a proper meal with the Master.

Aside from the strict and disciplined First Young Master, the other three young masters were each more difficult than the other.

Li Yaoyang’s black brows creased, and sparks of anger lit up in his pitch-black eyes.

However, his gaze swept across Ruan Mengmeng, who was still sitting at the dining table, and he forced down the fury that was threatening to overflow.

Inwardly, he sighed. It looked like he had to teach those stupid boys a lesson some other day.

Turning around, he smiled at Ruan Mengmeng as he explained, “Junting, Junche, and Junxi are my other three sons. Of the three of them, the oldest is twenty and the youngest eight. They’re in their rebellious stage right now, so they just love disobeying me.”

Thanks to Li Yaoyang’s ensuing introduction, Ruan Mengmeng finally learned more about the four young masters of the Li Family.

The oldest son, Li Junyu, was a prodigy, just like her sister.

He skipped many years in school as a child, and he was already the executive president at the Lisheng Group despite his young age.

The second son, Li Junting, was twenty this year. He was currently studying overseas, and he was known for being quite the wild and cocky character.

Ruan Mengmeng’s best friend Mu Jingxing had gotten to know Second Young Master Li at the bar. Otherwise, the Mu Family’s position would never have been enough for him to get his hands on a copy of Second Young Master Li’s itinerary.

On the other hand, the third son Li Junche was exactly sixteen this year, whereas the youngest son Li Junxi was only eight.

“Junyu, Junting, and Junche are all my sons from my deceased wife. Lil Xi is the only child I have with your mother…”

Li Yaoyang was worried that this would upset Ruan Mengmeng, so he kept watching the changes in her expression as he spoke.

“Your mom’s depression became worse after she lost you two, and it only took a turn for the better after she became pregnant with Lil Xi. She’s spoiled Lil Xi since he was very young, so that child has a rather bad temper now.”

That theoretically made Lil Xi Ruan Mengmeng’s younger brother by blood.

When he thought of his youngest son, who was as unreasonable as a lord, Li Yaoyang could not help but frown.

In the Li Family, that brat was not afraid of anyone except Li Junyu.

If he met his sister and they got along, that would be fine. If they did not get along, though, and if they ended up quarreling, he would not know how to explain the situation with Chen Qingzhi.

Li Yaoyang was about to tell his oldest son to keep an eye on Lil Xi.

Just then, there were footsteps coming from the dining room door.

Immediately after that, two figures appeared at the entrance to the dining hall.

One was a slender pretty boy, and he held the hand of a bratty little kid whose face screamed reluctance as they entered the room.

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