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

Li Mochan extended his hand to pull her into his arms, hugging her tightly, "Remember to eat on time, I'll be back soon."


Ye Jiuliang hooked her lips, gave an affirming hum, rose on her tiptoes, and planted a firm kiss on his lips before quickly parting.


Not far away, Wei Bei silently lowered his head.


After seeing off Li Mochan, Ye Jiuliang returned upstairs to catch up on some sleep.


Towards noon, the calm sea surface rippled only occasionally.


The quiet island, with the intrusion of a group of men in black, lost its usual tranquility and harmony.


As the season passed, a vast expanse of pear blossoms withered, the bare branches exuding a sense of desolation and sadness.


Hurried footsteps trampled on fallen leaves, rustling as they moved.


Immediately thereafter, the men in black stopped behind a middle-aged man in a green Tang suit.


In a mechanical voice, they reported, "Butler Mo, we found nothing, but we did find a gravestone on the back hill."


441, Whose Tombstone Is This (Second Update)