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

Alei's face showed difficulty, and he fell silent for a moment.


"Alei, if you obey her orders, then from this day forward, you needn't follow me anymore. I don't need someone with divided loyalties by my side," Mo Chen said with a steely face, his words resounding firmly.


A shock went through Alei's mind, and his eyes conveyed a complexity as he looked at him.


This domineering side of Mo Chen was something he had never seen before. Since when had the man he knew, still not shed of his youthful naivety, begun to mature?


Mo Chen raised his hand to push him away and quickly left.


"Young master..." Alei stood rooted to the spot, staring blankly at his retreating figure.


It was hard to hail a taxi in the villa district, and Mo Chen looked around in an urgent manner.


Suddenly, a black sedan stopped in front of him.


The window rolled down, and Mo Chen stared blankly for a moment as he saw the person in the driver's seat.


541, Who do you think you are to lay a finger on my man (fifth watch)