[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.

Her eyes curved into crescents as she spoke, "Then I'll just look forward to the two of you protecting me, and I'll concentrate on being a freeloader."


He was right, no matter the outcome, she had him, and soon they would have their little one. What did she have to worry about?


"Okay," Li Mochan pinched her face, "Be a chubby little freeloader."


Ye Jiuliang glanced sideways at him with disdain, "I don't want to be chubby, it would affect my grandpa's coolness."


Li Mochan let out a low chuckle, "Chubby is quite cute, though."


"I don't want that," she protested while picking up another piece of fried chicken to nibble on.


Going along with her words, Li Mochan said, "Okay, okay, you don't have to be chubby, our baby can be the chubby one."


The black, white, and grey decor, along with the cold color scheme, revealed the owner's taste.


Chapter 681 - 681, no wonder they are so confident (7)