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

"It seems that everyone here has received the message tonight, and since that's the case, this old man won't waste any more of your time," Mr. Bai said with a smile, sipping his tea.


He lowered his head and murmured a few words to the middle-aged man beside him. Afterward, the man nodded and turned to walk into a compartment.


Shortly after, the middle-aged man returned, holding a black brocade box in his hands.


Mr. Bai took the brocade box and placed it on the table, opening the hidden clasp.


In the soft lighting, the surface of the Golden Snow Ginseng was as white as snow, its form adorned with a sheen of iridescence. Its roots, though uneven, shimmered with a faint golden hue when observed closely.


It was crystal clear and obviously not an ordinary item.


112, how about I make the decision for you? (second update)