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

He took out his phone and stepped aside to answer a call.


The parking spaces in the scenic area were incredibly hard to find; Ji Mingqian finally managed to locate a spot after much effort.


When he came to look for his friends, he saw no sign of Li Mochan and the others.


Just as he was about to call Ye Jiuliang, his peripheral vision caught a familiar figure nearby, and he shoved his phone back into his pocket.


After a moment's hesitation, he walked toward the vendor selling candied hawthorns.


"If you're not buying anything, please step aside and don't block my business," the middle-aged man selling candied hawthorns said with visible displeasure when he saw Jiang Yisheng standing motionless in front of his stall, his tone grew harsher.


A touch of embarrassment flashed in Jiang Yisheng's eyes. He had only brought his phone; not to mention cash, he hadn't even brought his wallet.


"Who says he's not buying?" A low and hoarse voice arose from beside him.


370, you idiot (second update)