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

Before his voice even fell, the man suddenly drew near, his fingers clenched around her wrist, and a voice tinged with laughter arose, "No matter how crafty one is, they have already fallen for a wolf cub."


Ye Jiuliang chuckled lightly, nudging him and said, "Talk is talk, no need for handsy moves."


"Then how about a verbal move?" He smiled mischievously, his dark gaze landing on those blushing lips.


Getting the hint, Ye Jiuliang glared at him, looking fierce yet adorable.


Li Mochan couldn't help but laugh, reaching up to rub her head.


Under the warm orange light, Ye Jiuliang huddled on the couch engrossed in her phone playing Fight the Landlord, while not far away, the man bent over the desk taking over her work.


As one game ended, perhaps stricken by conscience, Ye Jiuliang turned to look at the man sitting at the desk.


She asked, "It's already past ten, aren't you tired?"


108. Can you really call me uncle without feeling guilty? (second update)