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

Jiang Yisheng held the microphone, feeling it inexplicably scalding in his hand.


He looked around with pleading eyes, and Ji Mingqian raised his eyebrows, his lips curved in a schadenfreude-infused smile.


Actually, he also wanted to hear his live singing performance.


A mixture of heckling and applause started to rise.


Unable to dodge any longer, Jiang Yisheng took a sip of juice from his cup.


He pulled a napkin, wiped his mouth, and walked over holding the microphone.


"Jiang, what song are you going to sing? I'll select it for you," Allen looked at the song-selection machine and asked, turning back.


Jiang Yisheng responded, "Anything is fine."


Suddenly vibrating in his pocket, Ji Mingqian reached for his phone and walked outside.


After the door closed, he picked up the call, and Chu Chen's voice came through, "Ji Mingqian, you're getting arrogant, not even taking calls, when are you rolling back here?"


439, it's rare to see you defend someone like this (Wu Geng)