Li二ng Family Mansion was located at the top of a mountain in the eastern suburbs of M City.

It was summer, and the Cheyenne Mountain Road wound its way up, filling the view with verdant greenery. The air after the heavy rain was extremely fresh. As he slightly lowered the window, the melodious chirping of cicadas could be heard.

Ling Lie was the only one of the Fourth young masters of Ling Family who lived in the outside world.

So far, his three elder brothers had all lived together with the elders of the Ling Family in their mansion.

It was only because old man Ling cherished his youngest son's disability that he couldn't bear to see him travel back and forth outside the city, so he bought him a beautiful house in the city. The beautiful name gave him a peaceful time to rest, but in reality, he had already given up on the idea of him being the successor to the Ling Family.

Ling Chen understood this point, and did not expose it. In fact, he would rather live apart from the people just like jackals, tigers, and leopards of the mansion.

In fact, ever since Ling Lie moved out of Ling Family's Mansion at the age of seventeen, his life had become much more peaceful.

With a sweep of the thin card, the exquisite electric door opened, and Zhuo Ran slowly drove into the Ling Family's mansion.

It had been almost a year since he had last returned, but the house was still the same as before. Even though it was standing at the top of a mountain and the sun seemed to shine brightly, it still gave off a depressing feeling.

The car passed by the parking lot in the garden and stopped right in front of the villa. This was the privilege that only Ling Lie had.

Zhuo Xi took out the wheelchair from the trunk and opened the door to the rear car.

The butler came over and took the car keys from Zhuo Ran's hands. Zhuo Ran walked over with Zhuo Xi and carefully helped Ling Chuang out of the car and placed him safely on the wheelchair.

After the heavy rain, a brilliant rainbow hung over the summit of the mountain.

Zhuo Xi pushed Ling Liu slowly towards the front door of the house. The scene was reflected in the sunlight, and the silver chariot beneath Ling Ye's body, that looked dazzling, was actually dazzlingly bright.

However, just as the wheelchair turned to face the wall—sized aquarium, Ling Chen could hear several teasing and melodious voices coming from beyond the hallway before he could even clearly see the turtle's face inside.

"The youngest one! "You're finally back!"

"Hehe, our dad is really charismatic, with just a few phone calls, he caught up with The youngest one." (TN: OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG)

It's not easy to come back here. Big brother, second brother, don't blame him, after all, we are good at talking, but The youngest one is like this, we can't empathize with him. "Su Yun said in a calm tone.

"Hahaha!"

"The third master is right!"

Zhuo Xi's face was ugly, compared to the other three young masters with healthy bodies, Ling Lie was undoubtedly discriminated against by the Ling Family. From the way the young masters usually addressed each other, it could be seen that they addressed each other as Eldest Brother, Second Brother, Third Brother.

To this, Ling Lie's expression was indifferent.

The wheelchair circled around the profound entrance, and Ling Lie's figure completely appeared in the line of sight of the people in the center of the hall. Zhuo Xi politely lowered his head: "First Young Master, Second Young Master, Third Young Master!"

Before the three on the sofa could react, their line of sight had already been attracted by the old man who came out from the elevator. They all simultaneously said, "Father!"

A beautiful orange figure slowly approached the Ling Family leader Ling Yuan who was half—nestled in, half—supporting his.

She was Ling Yuan's Fourth wife, Ceng Qian.

The young master and second young master of Ling Family was given to him by Ling Yuan's original wife.

After that, Ling Yuan greeted the second wife and she died a depressed death at the age of forty.

After entering the room, the second wife did not get her identity to be a wife. It was only when she gave birth to the Third Young Master that Ling Yuan recognized her identity, obtained her marriage certificate, and even arranged a big wedding banquet.

As for Ling Lie's mother, she was a peerless beauty that Ling Yuan had met while he was in Switzerland.

Ling Yuan had always been concealing the fact that he was married, painfully staying in the Switzerland to pursue her for two years. When she was pregnant, he brought his son back home.

When Ling Qing's mother found out that she was tricked, she insisted on leaving, and Ling Yuan had also made up his mind to divorce with his second wife for her, for he thought she is his true love.

The love and hatred of the previous generation were complicated, the struggles between women also caused the young masters to be wary of each other, and all of the various reasons were due to Ling Yuan's love and affection.

Now that Ling Yuan was too old to play around, the previous three wives had all died young. Only then did he marry a young and beautiful Little Wife Ceng Qian, and spend all his time by her side.

He wanted to ask the Fourth young Masters, how could they not hate Ling Yuan in their hearts?

However, growing up in large clans, understanding how to judge the situation and weigh the pros and cons was the fundamental aspect of their survival.

"The youngest one is back?" Ling Yuan smiled and indicated for Ceng Qian to help him to sit in front of the sofa.

The eldest brother immediately offered Old Man Gu's favorite drink, Cloud Nooblet. Second Brother took a soft backrest and placed it behind the old man. Third Brother personally lit a cigar for him.

Ling Lie was still sitting on his wheelchair, his expression was indifferent.

Zhuo Xi stuffed the pen and palm—sized notebook into Ling Lie's palm, then quietly retreated to the side.

The old man's gaze swept across Ling Lie's face for a few moments before he asked, "How has your body been recently?"

Ling Chuang picked up a pen and a paper and replied, "same."

That was to say, everything was the same as before.

Ling Yuan seemed to be extremely disgusted with his youngest son's stubborn and soft attitude.

All these years, no matter what topic they talked about, Ling Chen would always write a single word to him.

He knew that his son was brooding over the matters of his third wife.

However, it was this rare backbone of his youngest son that made him different from the other sons in the honored tutor's heart who only knew how to take over the reins of power.

It was a pity that this unyielding son was a cripple!

Ling Yuan no longer looked at him, his gaze sweeping across her sons, and said slowly: "In Starlight Textile Mu Family, with an only child that's eighteen this year, which one of you will marry?"

After a short period of silence, everyone had their own thoughts.

Finally, the third eldest broke the silence and said, "The eldest brother’s children are in high school, so it's obviously inappropriate to a harmonious family. Although Second Brother had just gotten divorced, he was ten years older than Mu Family's daughter, so it was obviously not appropriate. I may be in my early thirties, but I've always been single. Dad, I think I'll take this hot potato! "As long as this marriage can bring benefits to the family, I don't care who I marry. Growing up under the protection of the family's grace, it's time for me to repay the family's kindness."

The boss rolled his eyes at The third master in disdain.

The second brother chuckled, and said: "Our father called the youngest one back this time. Obviously, The youngest one was also under our father's consideration."

The third master frowned, "It can't be? The only daughter of the Mu Family s is someone as precious as his daughter, how could she be willing to marry a cripple? "