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

Li Mochan rolled up his sleeves and strode toward the kitchen, "Let the chefs go home early today, I'll make the dumplings."


Tie Shan's face was a picture of shock, "..."


Was there something wrong with his ears?


Could the Fifth Master actually make dumplings?


Climbing the final step of the stairs, Ye Jiuliang raised her eyes to look toward the room Tie Shan had mentioned.


The door was ajar, and specks of orange-yellow light sneaked out through the crack.


Ye Jiuliang's gaze shifted as she tiptoed closer.


The lamp elongated the figure on the rocking chair, the lean silhouette tinged with solitude.


Old Master Li sat with a stern face, clearly in a sulky mood.


What was the use of raising a son if he just got snatched away by others?


Not even coming back for the Winter Solstice dinner with him, that ungrateful brat.


Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.


422, Chasing with slippers to hit (first update)