Manipulative Harem God



"What happened to her?" asked Zhang Wei, his brow furrowing as he observed Yu Lei, still unconscious and seemingly lost in a world of dreams.

[She has only fainted.]

Zhang Wei nodded with a sense of urgency, wasting no time as he rushed outside to arrange for her discharge.

He couldn't leave her anymore in this place, especially now that the haunting specter of that witch might return.

Feng Ruoyan's appearance had cast an eerie spell on Zhang Wei, leading him to name her 'witch' in his thoughts.

In reality, it was just Zhang Wei's ways of politely referring her as 'Bitch'.

Securing the discharge was surprisingly easy; he didn't hesitate to part with extra money, knowing that Yu Lei's injury was not severe enough to warrant any further delay.

As he dealt with the arrangements, the dean appeared, inquiring about the woman who had been occupying the ward earlier. Zhang Wei put on a practiced act, feigning ignorance, concealing his true knowledge of the situation.

Regarding the CCTV, he cared little this time, leaving it for that Witch to deal with on her own if she still wished to reside in the human world.

Finally, with Yu Lei safely in his arms, he entrusted her to the astonished Guo Xiaomei. Feng Xinyue was yet to arrive, and he wondered if Rose would eventually bring her along.

Nonetheless, he had already given Guo Xiaomei a stern warning, but much to his surprise, she proved to be rather cooperative and didn't raise any questions, continuing her duties as the house servant.

Her behavior piqued Zhang Wei's suspicions, and he decided to rely on the system to notify him if she acted suspiciously behind his back.

In a bold move, he switched his car to a sleek silver Aston Martin he had spotted parked in Lin Ruoxi's garage, a touch of luxury to help in his next daring endeavor.

His destination: the towering headquarters of the Lin Group, a magnificent thirty-eight-floor structure that exuded power and prestige.

Assuming Yu Lei's identity as his wife, he confidently made his way inside, taking in the opulent surroundings as he went.

No longer restrained by security measures, he ventured to the top floor, equipped with Lin Ruoxi's access card. The absence of any guards at the entrance surprised him, but he quickly remembered that it was his doing.

After hiring Ye Feng, Lin Ruoxi no longer felt the need for additional personnel on the top floor, leaving only Wu Xue and Ye Feng with access.

Now, with Ye Feng incarcerated, there was no one to stand in his way until Lin Ruoxi appointed a replacement.

Zhang Wei's dismissed the formalities of knocking and, instead, boldly pushed open the grand door to the President's corporate office.

Stepping into the opulent space, he felt an exhilarating surge of anticipation.

In the center of the room, the President's chair sat unoccupied, its high-backed design commanding attention even in its vacancy. It seemed to beckon to him, an invitation to step further into the domain of authority.

To the left of the president's desk, a luxurious leather couch in deep burgundy beckoned, an inviting space for esteemed guests to wait in comfort. Its plush cushions bore the subtle impressions of those who had previously sought solace upon its surface.

Opposite the desk, a set of high-backed chairs with rich, mahogany frames stood in dignified repose. They seemed to be an extension of the president's authority, reserved for official meetings where decisions of consequence were made. The chairs exuded an air of prestige and were adorned with intricate carvings, a nod to tradition in an otherwise contemporary environment.

In the corners of the room, tall potted plants thrived, their verdant leaves adding a touch of natural freshness to the polished surroundings. The gentle rustling of the leaves brought an element of tranquility to the corporate hustle outside.

To one side, a connecting door led to an inner chamber, shrouded in an aura of mystery and significance.

But it was the magnificent half-transparent glass wall on the opposite side that truly captivated him.

The breathtaking view beyond seemed to unfold like a mesmerizing painting, offering a panorama of the city's skyline bathed in the golden hues of the sun.

Amidst the spectacle, a woman of unmistakable grace and poise captured his attention. Wu Xue, the esteemed secretary of Lin Ruoxi, stood at her compact workspace, dressed in a professional outfit that accentuated her elegance.

Her presence exuded competence and efficiency, making it evident why she held such an essential role in the President's inner circle.

As Zhang Wei's discerning eyes locked with Wu Xue's gaze, she felt a jolt of surprise from the sharpness of his observation.

A soft "Hm?" escaped her lips, hanging in the air with unspoken curiosity.

With grace and elegance, she emerged from her secretary cabin, seamlessly bridging the gap to the President's office.

Donning a professional black secretary outfit, Wu Xue exuded confidence and sophistication. The tailored black blazer accentuated her slender figure, while a crisp white blouse peeked from underneath, adding a touch of formality.

Her knee-length pencil skirt hugged her curves tastefully, projecting a blend of professionalism and femininity. Completing the ensemble, she wore black high heels that added a few inches to her height, granting her an air of authority.

Neatly done blonde hair was swept back into a sophisticated updo, revealing the delicate curve of her neck. A pair of silver earrings shimmered as they caught the light, subtly complementing her polished appearance.

With each step in her high heels, she blinked her eyes twice in a mixture of surprise and bewilderment, as if she needed to reassure herself that Zhang Wei was indeed standing before her.

Amused by her momentary confusion, a faint smile played on Zhang Wei's lips as he remarked, "Ms. Wu Xue, did you forget my face in just a single day? It seems to be taking you quite some time to remember."

!!

Wu Xue shook her head, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I didn't forget your face, Mr. Zhang. It's just... nevermind. Can I ask what brings you here?" Despite her conflicting emotions, her professionalism remained steadfast, not wavering in the face of her personal feelings.

Internally, Wu Xue's heart raced with an intensity that was hard to ignore.

She couldn't quite pinpoint the reason, but a small crush on Yu Lei's husband had taken hold of her.

'Perhaps it's the result of being single for so long,' she thought, consciously dismissing any further thoughts as simple attraction.

Having thoughts was one thing, but acting on them was an entirely different matter altogether.

Zhang Wei ignored her question and strode confidently towards the chair in the middle of the room and sat down without a care, Wu Xue's expression turned complex, torn between respecting her boss's wishes and maintaining decorum.

"Mr. Zhang... that's Rouxi's chair," she said apologetically.

Zhang Wei fixed his gaze on her, a glint of mischief in his eyes as he retorted, "Oh, does that mean I can't sit here?" His casual response only added to Wu Xue's inner turmoil.

"I didn't mean that," she replied formally, trying to regain her composure. "It's just that if someone else comes in and sees you sitting there, it might create misunderstandings."

Despite her best efforts to maintain a tough facade, Wu Xue felt completely overwhelmed.

Zhang Wei's presence, shrouded in mystery, made it difficult for her to assert herself as she usually did.

There were so many unanswered questions in her mind.

First, she didn't know why Zhang Wei was here in the first place.

Second, just last night, they had dinner with Zhang Wei and Yu Lei, and it seemed like a lot had transpired.

Wu Xue was unsure how to act now, pretending as if they were strangers felt like an impossible task, and she couldn't possibly drive him away.

Zhang Wei caught on to Wu Xue's attempt at maintaining a tough front, and a sly smirk crossed his face.

Little did she know that his motive was to temporarily take control of the group until he could have Lin Ruoxi in his captive grasp.

He knew that as long as he could manipulate this little secretary, no one in the company would dare question Lin Ruoxi's absence.

To the employees, the secretary's face held more importance than that of the president.

The leader of the organization was often seen as an authoritative figurehead, someone they preferred to avoid interacting with directly.

Most of their day-to-day interactions were handled by the secretary, and that gave Zhang Wei the advantage.

As long as Wu Xue acknowledged his claim to authority, none would dare challenge him.

Little did Wu Xue realize that her safety was at risk, and she remained oblivious to the danger lurking in the front of her.