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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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155, it seems like you have many secrets (second update)

He certainly didn't want to be as obnoxious as Ji Mingqian.

Ye Jiuliang laughed, "Then I'll just call you Li Mochan." Little thing, I refuse to believe I can't handle you.

Hearing this, Li Mochan furrowed his brows but eventually surrendered, "Fine, I won't call you 'little wolfie' in front of others anymore."

"Good boy." Ye Jiuliang reached for a soup spoon, scooped up some porridge, and brought it to his lips, "This is your reward."

The corners of Li Mochan's thin lips slightly lifted, his gaze intensively falling on those rosy lips, "How about a different reward?"

"Take it or leave it." Catching his insinuation, Ye Jiuliang pretended to retract her hand.

Li Mochan held onto her hand, opened his mouth, and ate the porridge she fed him, the smile in his eyes outrageously apparent.

After breakfast, Ye Jiuliang comfortably nestled on the couch, while Li Mochan cleaned up the remnants on the table.