Chapter 13: The Ingenious Scheme to Torment Ye Huan

The scene before them was magnificent, overwhelming—so much so that both Yao Ji and Hong Luan were petrified on the spot.

“Hurry up and agree!”

Once Yao Ji snapped back to reality, she rushed over to Ye Huan’s side, shaking his arm urgently and said, “If you don’t agree, the ground tiles in front of our home will all be smashed to pieces by their heads. Besides, they seem sincere, and being the leader of the Hell Gate sounds pretty impressive. Just say yes!”

At her words, all the senior members of Hell Gate felt a deep gratitude toward Yao Ji’s ancestors from eighteen generations back.

“Lord of the Underworld, if you don’t agree, we will kneel and die right here, we will kowtow ourselves to death.”

The bald fat man spoke with fierce determination.

Then the senior members of Hell Gate intensified their kowtowing, the sound of their heads banging on the tiles formed a chilling rhythm.

“Just agree already!”

Hong Luan also urged softly.

Initially, upon learning that Ye Huan was not the leader of Hell Gate, she had breathed a sigh of relief.

But upon realizing that Hell Gate was now rife with factions and endless internal strife, she worried that such a malevolent organization, if fractured, would surely wreak havoc across the world, possibly even affecting China.

Although taking control of Hell Gate would elevate the Underworld King’s global deterrent power, that was far better than having Hell Gate sow chaos worldwide.

“Alright then,” Ye Huan sighed and reluctantly agreed.

Bang!

The Hell Gate seniors, who had been furiously kowtowing, all straightened up at once, faces alight with ecstatic joy.

Six years!

The Underworld King had finally agreed to assume the position of Hell Gate’s leader!

It was deeply moving!

“Everyone, rise,” Ye Huan commanded.

Bang!

All the Hell Gate seniors stood up together, each exchanging a grateful look with Yao Ji and Hong Luan.

Seeing this, Hong Luan’s heart swelled with joy. Her persuasion had inadvertently won the gratitude of all Hell Gate’s senior members.

From now on, if Hell Gate caused trouble in China, they would definitely give her face.

Then,

Hong Luan removed her baseball cap and mask,

allowing all Hell Gate seniors to clearly see her face;

letting them know unmistakably that it was Hong Luan, one of China’s eight great guardian war gods, who had helped them.

Seeing the grateful looks the Hell Gate leaders gave her, Yao Ji’s thoughts immediately warped.

In her mind, the Underworld King would surely have many women in the future; as his favored consort, she would inevitably be caught in palace intrigues.

Now that the most powerful force under the Underworld King—Hell Gate—and all its top members were grateful to her, they would certainly stand by her side in any palace struggle.

With that thought,

Yao Ji suddenly felt that vying for the position of queen consort to the Underworld King would be much less daunting.

“Except for the intelligence department, all other Hell Gate members are to enter silent mode immediately,” Ye Huan ordered.

“As you command!” all the Hell Gate seniors responded in unison.

“Disperse,” Ye Huan waved his hand dismissively.

Yao Ji, Hong Luan, and all the Hell Gate seniors were momentarily stunned.

When a new leader of Hell Gate takes office, isn’t it customary to deliver a speech?

And here he was, giving only one order and calling it a day?

“What, do you want to stay for dinner?” Ye Huan glared.

The Hell Gate seniors shuddered and quickly got into their cars, speeding away without a trace.

Ye Huan approached the butler, chef, gardener, maid, and driver, surveying them from head to toe, then asked with a smile,

“It’s been a year since I last saw you all. How have you been?”

A year ago, when he was imprisoned in the Prison of Entrapment, these five had arrived here.

“Everything’s as usual, but the house feels a bit cold without the master,” the butler said respectfully.

“Without the master, I have no passion for cooking,” the chef lamented.

“That’s true. The chef’s dishes are awful without the master around,” the maid grumbled.

“Master, the gardener has planted a lot of vegetables, turning the lovely garden into a vegetable patch. You should talk to him,” the driver complained.

“What do you mean by that? I plant vegetables so the master can have fresh, green, pollution-free food when he returns. What’s wrong with that?” the gardener retorted.

Seeing the five of them unchanged, Ye Huan felt as if he had returned to the warm times they had lived together—very cozy, very much like home.

Yao Ji hurried over to report,

“Underworld King, um...”

She suddenly didn’t know how to address Ye Huan. As the future favored consort of the Underworld King, calling him “Underworld King” sounded too formal; calling him Ye Huan seemed inappropriate for now.

So she simply complained,

“I’m your personally appointed butler, yet these five don’t even acknowledge me. They don’t treat me as their leader at all.”

Ye Huan smiled, “I did appoint you as my butler, but I never said you were the butler here. I have hundreds of houses around the world.”

Yao Ji’s eyes lit up: “You mean you want me to be the chief butler of all your houses?”

Ye Huan: “???”

How did this girl’s imagination become as wild as Lin Xi’s?

Hong Luan watched Ye Huan and the others laughing and chatting, and her image of the Underworld King suddenly crumbled.

In real life, the Underworld King was so kind, so down-to-earth, so full of life.

“Hong Luan, come to my house for some tea,” Ye Huan turned to invite her.

“Sure!” Hong Luan readily agreed.

Together, they entered Ye Huan’s mansion.

Meanwhile, Lin Xi had just arrived at the Lin Group’s CEO office.

After sitting down, she suddenly thought that Ye Huan, that scoundrel, pervert, and beast, must not have seen that girl in the baseball cap for a long time.

Knowing Ye Huan’s nature, he’d definitely visit the girl’s home or take her to a hotel room to... well, you know.

“By now, given the timing, Ye Scoundrel should have arrived at the girl’s house or already taken her to a hotel, finished showering, and is about to get busy. If I call him now and interrupt his fun, I’ll surely drive him mad!”

A brilliant plan to torment Ye Huan suddenly sprang to Lin Xi’s mind.

She immediately took out her phone and dialed Ye Huan’s number.

At that moment, Ye Huan and company had just entered the mansion, and the butler and maids were busy boiling water and brewing tea.

Ye Huan invited Hong Luan to sit, taking the seat opposite her. Just as he sat down, Yao Ji settled beside him, cuddling his arm tightly.

Yao Ji was still wearing a white bathrobe, and Ye Huan’s sidelong glance caught a glimpse of the deep and pure whiteness through the robe’s V-neck.

Hong Luan was stunned, thinking, “The Underworld King just registered marriage with Lin Xi, yet there’s still a Yao Ji in the house. This man is quite the womanizer!”

She asked aloud,

“You came back to Peng City really just to repay Lin Tai’s lifesaving grace, marry Lin Xi, and join the Lin family with no other purpose?”

These were the words Ye Huan had told her on the way back, but she didn’t believe them.

The mighty Underworld King marrying into the Lin family—was that even possible?

“I...” Ye Huan was about to answer when his phone suddenly rang. Seeing it was Lin Xi, he answered immediately.

Lin Xi said, “Ye Scoundrel, right now, immediately, start singing upside down for me.”