Chapter 11 (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Ruan Mengmeng finally understood.

No wonder she had mistaken this man before her for Li Junting, the man she had slept with last night.

After all, Li Junyu was Li Junting’s older brother.

They were brothers with similar voices and features. It was normal for her to mistake them for each other.

This man was not Li Junting, so that meant she had not been exposed for sleeping with Li Junting in the hotel last night yet.

That thought made Ruan Mengmeng heave a secret sigh of relief.

Once she let go of her anxiety, she turned back to her usual self, a fearless rich heiress.

Pulling the hem of her gown up, she casually took a seat opposite Li Junyu.

The legendary Tyrant was undoubtedly terrifying.

However, Ruan Mengmeng did not need his pity, and she did not owe him anything either. That was why, although his aura was scarily cold, Ruan Mengmeng was still brash enough to disregard that completely.

The only person she ever feared was her older sister. As for everyone else, hmph hmph…

She sat down on her own and crossed her legs, putting her head on one hand and giving the cold-faced man opposite her a sweet smile.

“Young Master Li, thanks for saving me. Hmm… that good-looking guy with the glasses outside said you wanted to meet me, right? Alright, what is it?”

She even winked at the man sitting opposite her, her cheek in her hand as she spoke.

She could not help it. The legendary heir to the Li Family was simply too good-looking, so much so that gods and humans alike would envy him.

Besides, one of Ruan Mengmeng’s characteristics was that she liked to admire pretty things.

In other words, she was a sucker for good looks. Whenever she played a game, she would always choose the most handsome and beautiful characters.

She liked to admire good-looking guys. If she were not afraid of scaring him off, she would have catcalled Li Junyu by now.

Li Junyu listened to her spiel, his expression cold. The more he heard, the darker his expression grew.

When Ruan Mengmeng was standing at the door, she had been a well-mannered and well-behaved young lady.

Now, she sat with her legs propped up like some lady gangster. He had witnessed the entire transformation himself.

The shadows in his eyes only grew darker.

“Don’t cross your legs like that. Sit properly,” he said in a cold voice, his tone terrifyingly chilly.

Ruan Mengmeng narrowed her pretty almond eyes, her gaze fixed on his long slender legs, crossed on top of each other.