Mint Cool Summer

[The female lead in this story is explosive, the male lead is arrogant, there's a mountain of dog food (sweet moments), and it's a story full of slag-abusing and monster-fighting, with a double dose of pampering joy.]
Ye Jiuliang was naturally cold and ruthless, with a fierce and wild approach to life. To the Ye Family, she was a calamitous lone star, and to the onlooking crowd, she was "Ninth Master".
It was said, no one was more arrogant than Ye Jiuliang; if she was second, no one claimed the first place.
Irritatingly, in the eyes of Li Mochan, she was his little wolf cub, the little rascal that he, Li Mochan, intended to pamper to the skies.
In the capital, it was widely rumored that the Li Family's Crown Prince could reduce people to ashes with just one look.
And yet, this precious and aloof figure was actually teased by Ye Jiuliang, and it seemed even... blushed.
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Upon returning from a business trip, Li Wuye cornered her in a dim stairwell, his fingertips sliding over her porcelain white neck, "How many little brothers are there?"
Meeting his dark gaze, Ye Jiuliang arched an eyebrow, "Is Li Wuye in the mood to beat someone up?"
"So what if I am?" Li Mochan narrowed his eyes slightly, "Feeling pity?"
Ye Jiuliang held back a laugh and nodded, "The little brothers can't take a hit, can you go easy on them?"
[In the private room where Xiang Tian and others were singing their hearts out, they inexplicably felt a chill running down their spines.]
Li Mochan buried his face in her shoulder and spat out fiercely, "I cannot."
Those who dare to flirt with his wolf cub deserved a ruthless beating.

The Lady of the Prestigious Family is a Big Boss

The city lights were just coming on, and the bustling streets were full of endless streams of people.


A black Bentley veered off the traffic flow, turned a corner, and finally came to a slow stop in front of the VI Club.


Inside the car, a man's distinctly jointed hand rested on the steering wheel, his high nose-bridge hidden behind dark glasses, thin lips holding a cigarette, smoke swirling, blurring his sharply defined profile.


He glanced at his wristwatch, looked up to the outside, people coming and going at the entrance of the club, when a flash of white caught his eye.


The man curved his lips into a smile, quickly extinguishing the cigarette butt and at the same time rolling down the window a bit.


The cold wind rushed in, taking away the faint smell of smoke.


With a clunk, the car door opened and then closed.


"Ji Mingqian, how many times have I told you not to let me smell smoke? Are you asking for a beating?"


027, speak plainly, don't turn my stomach.