Chapter 114: You Are Nothing But a Devil

Yang Lan pressed her forehead in frustration, her mind in turmoil and momentarily at a loss for what to do.

Ye Hua watched her expression closely. The more she showed annoyance and disappointment, the happier he felt.

Everything was under his control.

Yang Lan, with a headache, said, “Right now, the most important thing is to get your third brother out of the police station first. Then we can discuss a strategy to clear his name.”

“It’s too late. What just happened has already exploded online,” Ye Hua said, pulling out his phone and showing Yang Lan the top trending video.

In the video, Ye Zema appeared like an uncontrollable beast, relentlessly assaulting Sun Ying. Even as Sun Ying pushed him away, he did not stop; he even tore off her safety shorts. The following scenes were blurred, but it was clear that Ye Zema was forcing himself on Sun Ying. From her screams and cries in the video, it was evident she was unwilling.

After watching the entire video, Yang Lan collapsed weakly onto the floor.

In a low, shaken voice, she growled, “Ye Zehong has gone too far, to this extent. I will never let his wicked plan succeed. I will make sure Zema gets his revenge.”

No sooner had she spoken these fierce words than the very enemy she mentioned appeared before her.

Ye Zehong’s eyes darkened as he stared at Yang Lan’s face, a mix of despair and fury. He smiled coldly. “Ms. Yang, what are you imagining this time?”

Recognizing him, Yang Lan lunged forward wildly, grabbing his clothes, glaring at him with burning eyes and gritting her teeth. “Ye Zehong, did you deliberately frame Zema to ruin him?”

Ye Zehong’s expression shifted slightly, but he only offered a sheepish smile. “Ruining my third brother wouldn’t benefit me in the slightest.”

Yang Lan roared at him, “How could there be no benefit? Destroying Zema means no more competition—problem solved once and for all!”

Ye Zehong pushed her hand off his shirt, curling his lips into a sneer. “I’m different from most people. I don’t like to kill or ruin my enemies. I prefer to have them standing unharmed in the audience, watching me receive the highest honors with their own eyes.”

Yang Lan staggered back, horror-stricken by his arrogant words. Trembling, she pointed at him and accused, “You’re a merciless devil!”

She had long suspected that Ye Zehong would stop at nothing to secure the helm of the Ye Group, even if it meant harming her or Ye Zema.

She should have been on guard when the incident in the parking lot was exposed.

It was all her oversight.

That was how Ye Zema had fallen so easily into the trap.

“Ms. Yang, you shouldn’t speak recklessly. Which of your eyes did you see me kill anyone with?” Ye Zehong retorted.

“If I say you killed, then you have killed!” Yang Lan charged forward again, grabbing Ye Zehong’s arm uncontrollably. “For the sake of Zema’s genuine respect for you as his elder brother, I beg you to spare him. He’s still so young—he cannot be destroyed like this.”

Standing to one side, Ye Hua watched as Yang Lan lost all traces of her graceful noblewoman demeanor over Ye Zema’s plight. Though it pained him, a dark pleasure also stirred within.

She noticed the belated arrival of Ye Yingtang and Lu Yao, and immediately her face clouded with sorrow and anxiety.

With a pitiful voice, she said, “Dad, you’ve finally come. The police just took Zema away. Mom couldn’t bear the shock and has completely lost it.”

(End of chapter)