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The Lady of the Prestigious Family is a Big Boss

[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.

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121, The Wolf Cub is Angry (Seven More Chapters)

"Now that you know, don't provoke anyone else again," Li Mochan said, holding her hand tightly, his gaze deep as he looked at her.

"Otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?" Ye Jiuliang asked with interest.

A sly smile suddenly pulled at the corners of Li Mochan's thin lips, his large hand pressed against the back of her head, forcing her closer.

Her rosy lips were forcibly sealed with a hint of punishment.

"Li Mochan..."

Her words shattered, and Ye Jiuliang's eyes, slightly narrowed, suddenly widened, like a startled deer.

"Thump, thump..."

At the stairwell, the silence was terrifying, the only sound that faint heartbeat.

Ye Jiuliang came to her senses, her eyes turning frosty as she bit down hard.

A faint taste of blood spread, lingering at the tip of her nose.

She pushed with her hand, and Li Mochan took a step back.

In the dim light, his thin lips were stained with specks of blood.

Bright crimson, enchantingly beautiful.