Emperor who presides over everything

Ye Anqi lied without batting an eyelid.

Ye Rumeng was slightly stunned, indeed, it was Ye Anqi who had saved her.

She had heard the specifics of what had happened.

But she did not believe Ye Anqi was so kind-hearted.

"Anyway, you must have really wanted to kill me, but for some reason, your plan changed," Ye Rumeng said with certainty.

Ye Anqi said indifferently, "Believe it or not."

"I won't believe you. You wanted to kill me, but don't think you'll end up well either. Don't forget, nearly all of Ya Shitian's women have died."

Of course, Ye Anqi knew that.

It was unknown whether Ya Shitian was a lonely star of death or just had too many enemies, or if it was the author's mischievous creation.

In the past few years, he had been engaged to seven fiancées, but all of these women died for various reasons.

Some died of illnesses, some were killed by enemies, some fell to death, some drowned...

In short, they died in all kinds of ways; none survived.

Now in Z Country, all unmarried women trembled at the mention of Ya Shitian.

The main reason was that Ya Shitian, when choosing a fiancée, did not care about the family background, as long as she was beautiful.

So being chosen by him was akin to reporting to the King of Hell.

For this reason, he acquired a nickname—Ya Yama.

That's why Ye Rumeng would rather crash to death than submit obediently.

This also showed just how heartlessly insane Ye Wenshan was for the sake of benefits.

He was willing to push out his two daughters, beautiful as flowers, to their deaths.

However, the author is like a mother, and after the female lead followed Ya Shitian for a while, not even a minor ailment befell her, let alone death.

But she was not the author's own daughter.

Thinking of this, Ye Anqi felt her future was very bleak.

Was she doomed to die no matter what?

"Still, I bet you'll be the first to die. A vile woman like you doesn't deserve to live in this world."

Annoyed, Ye Anqi said, "All right, whether I die or not is none of your concern, and you should keep your worries to yourself, as you won't die. If there's nothing else, I'm going to rest."

After finishing her words, Ye Anqi shut the door directly.

Outside the door, Ye Rumeng left in anger, her heart growing even more disdainful of Ye Anqi.

Night fell.

Outside the Ye Mansion, ten black bulletproof sedans, ghostlike, stopped neatly in silence, forming a long line.

A group of black-clad bodyguards, well-trained, stepped out of the cars and stood respectfully on both sides.

The lead bodyguard, Mo Shisan, personally opened the door of a black sedan.

Ya Shitian's tall figure emerged from the car—

He was 190 centimeters tall by estimation, with a body of golden proportions, robust and could only be described as perfect.

Even more dazzling was his handsome face.

It was now night, and the cool-toned light that fell on his face highlighted his sharp features and deep-set eyes.

All the bodyguards respected him profusely, he was like an Emperor who ruled everything, formidable and awe-inspiring.

Learning of his return, Ye Wenshan naturally came out with the servants to greet him personally.

Thinking of the two daughters of the Ye Family, Ya Shitian curved his lips intriguingly.

Guided by Ye Wenshan, who was nodding and bowing, Ya Shitian walked into the living room with an imposing aura.

"I don't know if Young Master Ya has had dinner? I have prepared a lavish dinner. Would you like to have it now?" Ye Wenshan asked ingratiatingly.

"The young master is not accustomed to eating food from elsewhere," Mo Shisan said flatly.

However, Ya Shitian slightly lifted his hand, stopping his response.