Zhang Meiyu had been quite frightened earlier, initially believing the marriage engagement was over.
Even now, she was still shaken.
"Xiao Min, I've prepared an exquisite birthday gift, a statue of the Longevity God carved from fine jade. Take it to Elder Ye for his birthday. Remember, no more trouble."
Zhang Meiyu had thought it through carefully, even selecting Tang Xiaomin's gift for her.
Under the public gaze, Tang Xiaomin presented the gift.
"Wishing Grandpa Ye longevity as boundless as the Eastern Sea and endless as the Southern Mountains."
Elder Ye nodded, "You are thoughtful. Please, have a seat."
Butler Ye gestured for Tang Xiaomin to take the seat next to Ye Fengxing.
Tang Xiaomin obliged and sat down, playing along.
There was no exchange between them throughout the entire process.
Ye Fengxing cast a glance at Tang Xiaomin, his eyes conveying a sense of awe and unspoken questions.
He hesitated to speak, then quietly drank several cups of unrequited wine.
His emotions were not revealed on his face.
Many people had come to offer birthday wishes. The gifts alone required Ye family attendants to maintain order, with guests lining up one by one.
Even so, this single segment took nearly two hours.
Despite the time, people continued to stream into the Ye family's gates.
Suddenly, an attendant rushed over and whispered into Ye Fengxing's ear, "Young Master Ye, General Manager Yan from Xianfu Group has arrived, bringing a very large congratulatory gift."
Xianfu Group was in the funeral business, and typically avoided attending celebratory events given their profession.
This man named Yan Jue had never revealed his true appearance in public.
Today, he had shown up uninvited at the Ye family's birthday banquet.
What were his intentions?
Ye Fengxing instinctively glanced at Tang Xiaomin, a flicker of darkness crossing his eyes.
"All guests are welcome today. Please invite him in."
He wanted to see for himself what kind of man this was, the one Tang Xiaomin constantly thought about.
Outside the Ye family's gates.
Yan Jue, dressed in a black suit, hands in his pockets, gazed indifferently at the Ye family's residence with his arrogant eyes.
Tang Xiaomin hadn't told him about her engagement to the Ye family.
Lu Xing had only heard about it from others while handling some business.
Yan Jue felt as though he had been deceived.
"The scoundrels of the Ye family, daring to snatch my woman, they court death." His deep voice revealed intense anger.
Lu Xing quickly tried to placate him.
"General Manager Yan, times have changed. We can't just kill people. Please calm down."
Upon hearing this, Yan Jue became even more furious.
"Just strike all the Ye family members' names off the list and kill them all, leave no one alive."
Lu Xing's head spun.
"General Manager Yan, breaking the law means descending to the eighteenth level of hell for torture. Besides, the Queen is beautiful and graceful; it's not surprising she has many suitors. It just proves your discerning taste."
"You, the Lord of a realm, are incomparable to a mere mortal. If you appear, it will be a dimensional crushing blow. That man will surely be ashamed and withdraw automatically."
Hearing this, Yan Jue felt slightly better.
"What you said has some merit."
Lu Xing: ...
He understood him all too well; ever since he fell in love, his intelligence had plummeted.
As long as Tang Xiaomin was mentioned, he would listen to anything and believe it wholeheartedly.
Lu Xing looked at the large congratulatory gift behind them and had a premonition that the two of them were about to be thrashed.
Yan Jue, as the CEO of a major corporation, and with the recent emergence of Xianfu Group, the Ye family had paid some attention.
At this moment, they had dispatched a few attendants to greet him.
"General Manager Yan, please come in. We'll arrange for your congratulatory gift to be carried in."
Led by the attendant, Yan Jue strode into the Ye family's residence.
He had arrived in Modu not long ago and established Xianfu Group, an unusual funeral service industry.
It wasn't just an ordinary company, but a group.
This, coupled with the mystery surrounding him, only fueled curiosity about who this enigmatic General Manager Yan truly was.
Today, they were about to find out.
The man was tall, with devastating good looks and an extraordinary aura, making him undeniably handsome.
His arrogant gaze seemed unfocused, exuding an invisible pressure, a powerful presence as if an army of thousands stood behind him, unstoppable.
And this was after Lu Xing had earnestly advised him to restrain himself.
Yan Jue was not of this era. Legend had it he was a general from a distant past who died heroically in battle.
Because he had killed so many on the battlefield in his life, his sins were grave, and after death, he was sentenced to the eighteenth level of hell to endure eternal torture without annihilation.
Thus, he was honored to become the King of Hell, unbound by reincarnation.
Simply put, he was a ruthless individual who had sent the previous King of Hell to reincarnation and taken his place.
The first to be stunned were the women present.
Whether they were eighty or seventy years old, or mere little girls, all were captivated by his looks and left speechless.
"This General Manager Yan is… so young and capable."
"Setting aside wealth, his looks and presence can rival Young Master Ye."
"Young Master Ye is already taken, and I think this General Manager Yan is even more handsome. His career is just starting; if one were to support him now, wouldn't that be…"
"He's so handsome, it's worth going all out for him."
A group of women, their eyes sparkling with affection, their hearts fluttering like frightened deer.
Some even had a faint blush on their cheeks, appearing shy, dabbing their mouths, and eager to make a move…
Yan Jue's arrival was an instant "overwhelming beauty."
When Tang Xiaomin saw Yan Jue, her heart involuntarily began to race.
Then, when she saw what the attendants were carrying in behind Yan Jue.
Several dark lines appeared on her forehead.
At that moment, she had only one thought: Yan Jue was having one of his episodes.
Bringing such a gift to someone's birthday banquet, wasn't he asking for a beating?
Ye Fengxing, observing Tang Xiaomin's expression from the corner of his eye, then coldly regarded this man named Yan Jue.
His appearance, his aura, was not inferior to his own.
No wonder Tang Xiaomin was moved by him, wrote that love song "Devil from Hell" for him, a love song she poured her heart into.
But what of it?
Tang Xiaomin was his fiancée now, and she could only marry him in the future.
Regardless of what had transpired between her and Yan Jue in the past, the outcome could not be changed.
A man in the funeral business was not something Ye Fengxing truly took seriously.
Although a guest, he disdained even to greet him, showing him no respect.
Butler Ye respectfully introduced him to Elder Ye.
"Elder, this is General Manager Yan, the president of Xianfu Group, which was recently established."
Elder Ye appraised the man in the distance.
He was very young, hands in his pockets, with an arrogant gaze.
He simply stood there defiantly, and without doing anything, he exuded an air of profound mystery.
In terms of presence, he was indeed comparable to, if not surpassing, his proud grandson, Ye Fengxing.
This was something he had to admit.
Elder Ye remained silent, silently appraising Yan Jue.
Yan Jue also took a look at Elder Ye, then at the man sitting next to Tang Xiaomin.
He had seen him in the newspaper a few times; his love rival, Ye Fengxing.