She Sure Looked Tasty
“Che, Lil Xi… Come here.” When Ruan Mengmeng was around, Li Yaoyang’s expression was not as stern as usual, and his tone when he spoke to his two sons was gentler too.
“This is Mengmeng. From now on, she’ll be your sister.”
Li Yaoyang introduced Ruan Mengmeng to his third son and his youngest son.
As he spoke, the pretty boy and the little kid with the dark expression both turned their eyes to her.
“Nice to meet you.” Ruan Mengmeng nodded at them, but she tsk-tsked to herself inwardly.
She was stunned at how ridiculously good-looking these brothers were.
Lu Junche was the pretty type, with feminine and beautiful features, but when those clear bright eyes looked at her through the wisps of hair falling across his forehead, his gaze somehow had a mysterious air of nobility that she could not ignore.
He was just like a noble boy in an oil portrait from the Middle Ages — tall, slender, elegant, and beautiful.
As for the eight-year-old little boy standing next to him, Li Junxi, he was currently looking at her with a gaze full of animosity.
The boy was emanating a chill from every pore of his body, and his delicate face had arrogance written all over it.
When she met those sparkly round almond eyes that looked a little like hers, Ruan Mengmeng could clearly feel the hostility hidden within them.
Urk, was it just her, or did the boy really hate her?
Then again, that made sense. Li Junxi was about as old as she was when she lost her mother back then, at merely eight years old.
If someone had suddenly told her she had a half-sister from another father back when she was eight, she probably would not be happy either.
Since they shared the same blood, Ruan Mengmeng was very generous toward Li Junxi.
She made the first move, curving her lips to give the boy a sweet smile, her dimples making her look both adorable and friendly.
To her surprise, however, the boy just gave her a mean glare.
He even followed it up with a cold harrumph, arrogantly turning his head away.
…
Now this was awkward.
Li Yaoyang quietly coughed twice, intending to get Li Junyu to tell off his youngest son.
However, the previously motionless third son, Li Junche, suddenly made a move.
He casually walked to Ruan Mengmeng as though there was no one else around. While everyone else looked at him strangely, he stretched out his slender and fair index finger… and poked Ruan Mengmeng’s soft cheek with it.
…
He poked her again.
Li Junche’s were very gentle. His slightly cold fingertip poked the girl’s collagen-filled cheek. It was bouncy and springy.
“W-What are you doing…?” Ruan Mengmeng suddenly reacted, her body retreating as she held her face.
Her sweet little face instantly turned completely red.
The pretty boy did not look at her, though. Instead, he turned to Li Junyu. “Big Bro, she looks so bouncy and soft, like cotton candy. Can I eat her?”
Li Junyu’s cold pupils dilated abruptly, and his gaze was extremely distant as it swept push the blushing Ruan Mengmeng. He said coolly, “No, you can’t.”
“Oh, okay…” The pretty boy’s clear bright eyes darkened somewhat.
He gave Ruan Mengmeng another reluctant glance before he sat down next to his oldest brother.
Just like that, he sat diagonally opposite Ruan Mengmeng.
Meanwhile, Ruan Mengmeng, who he had compared to ‘cotton candy’ and asked if she was ‘tasty’, had been completely lost the whole time.
What the heck was happening here? Why did she suddenly fail to understand what they were talking about?
Were they speaking Mandarin?
Why did they ask if she was tasty?!
“Please ignore them, Mengmeng.” His two sons were giving Li Yaoyang a headache. Those punks did not listen to anyone but their oldest brother.
Besides, they were all in their rebellious stage, so every single one of them was extremely temperamental.
“Che has always liked sweet things, ever since he was a child. He… cough, he probably just thinks you’re too cute.”
Ruan Mengmeng, “…”
She was too cute, so he wondered if she was edible?
Ruan Mengmeng was feeling somewhat confused.
Li Yaoyang wanted to add something else when the middle-aged butler suddenly walked up to him in a hurry.
“Master, I just found this note the Second Young Master left in his room. He says he’s already on the plane back to M Country.”