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.
**
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

Ye Jiuliang couldn't help but burst into laughter, "What's the matter, big man, scared of a little bitterness? Good medicine is bitter; hurry up and drink it."


"I've already brought the fever down; maybe I can skip it?" Jiang Yisheng negotiated with a faint hope.


With an amused look, Ye Jiuliang said, "Then I shall call your uncle over."


He guessed his father would probably greet him with a slipper.


Resigned, Jiang Yisheng picked up the bowl and drank in one breath.


Ye Jiuliang pulled over a chair and sat down, her toes tapping the floor.


Setting down the bowl, Jiang Yisheng's eyelashes trembled lightly, and a flicker of discomfort passed through his eyes.


He coughed slightly, looking somewhat embarrassed. "Can we not talk about this?"


There seemed to be a story there, a sly smile flashed through Ye Jiuliang's eyes.


Holding back her laughter, she sternly asked, "What do you think?"


350, How did you get injured all over? (Second update)