THE FAKE HEIRESS AND HER FIVE VILLAINOUS BROTHERS

Chapter 90

When Yuan Luoyi returned to the Yuan residence, she encountered Yuan's Father at the front door. He had just returned as well and was handing his windbreaker to the butler.

According to Yuan's Mother, he had recently been to the northern region, where the winds were strong. He had to conduct weapon experiments outdoors, which was quite arduous. He had lost some weight, making his features look chiseled and pronounced.

Yuan Luoyi noticed that despite the extensive outdoor activities, Yuan's Father did not seem to tan. The Yuan family members appeared to have a genetic disposition against tanning.

At that moment, Yuan's Father had a stern expression with furrowed brows, indicating he was in a bad mood. When he saw Yuan Luoyi, his brow furrowed even tighter.

His tone was as severe as ever: "Why are you returning home so late?"

Yuan Luoyi said, "I was held up by school matters."

"Don't be so late next time."

"Okay."

"Do you have a lot of homework today?"

This question was not an issue for Yuan Luoyi since Class D had no homework assignments. However, she could not let Yuan's Father know that she was slacking off in Class D, so she began to lie smoothly.

"Quite a lot. For English, I need to memorize a 500-word passage. For Math, I have two units of exercises to complete. For Chinese Literature, there are five reading comprehension passages. There are also three sets of comprehensive practice tests, but I've already finished one set at school."

Yuan's Father nodded, relieved to know that his daughter was not idling her time away in Class D.

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For prestigious families like the Yuans, examination education was not particularly significant. Attending school was merely a formality for the offspring to experience the ordinary masses.

The Yuan family had its own independent methods for nurturing their offspring, but Yuan's Father did not intend to subject his overly delicate younger daughter to those grueling training regimens. His only requirement for her was to avoid idleness.

Yuan's Father placed his hand on Yuan Luoyi's shoulder: "Let's go eat dinner. Your three older brothers are here."

As he mentioned "three older brothers," Yuan's Father's voice suddenly turned cold.

Yuan Luoyi understood why he was in such a foul mood. Each additional son doubled Yuan's Father's worries, even if the sons were grown adults, they were still nothing but trouble in his eyes.

The Yuan family members, after all, repelled each other like the same poles of a magnet.

Whenever Yuan's Father saw his mischievous sons damaging his collectibles during their "rambunctious phase," he would feel a tinge of murderous intent. However, his profound paternal love would temper the force of his strikes, granting his sons the precious opportunity to live.

Nevertheless, Yuan's Mother adored children, so Yuan's Father had to accommodate her wishes. After marriage, she bore him five troublesome brats and one concerning daughter.

Walking beside Yuan's Father, Yuan Luoyi appeared even smaller. Yuan's Father was truly imposing; even at 11 years old, Yuan Luoyi could be scooped up like a kitten if he so desired.

Upon entering the dining room, Yuan's Father caught sight of his three sons and sighed.

He first approached Yuan's Mother, leaning over the table with one hand propped on it, and affectionately nuzzled her face: "Good evening, my lady."