Manipulative Harem God



Zhang Wei briskly exited the bureau, dropped off by a diligent personnel at the north district.

His mind was consumed by thoughts of what he had left behind for Leng Yan to handle.

He was the one responsible for bringing Tang Shen and his accomplices, and now they were rotting in jail under the false accusation of trying to free Ye Feng.

Soon, he knew Leng Yan would face the questioning of the Chief of the bureau.

The outcome of this interrogation would determine whether she is capable of handling even the most basic tasks for him or not.

With a few hours to spare, he returned to the bustling headquarters of the Lin Group. As he made his appearance in the hallway, it was as if all eyes were magnetized to him.

The curious gazes of the employees transformed his presence into that of a celebrity.

His earlier actions had ignited a powder keg of chaos.

The brutally savage beating he had unleashed upon Tang Shen and his lackeys still echoed in the air.

Every person within the organization eagerly yearned to unravel the mystery behind his figure.

And now, witnessing his return to headquarters, a murmur swept through the crowd, questioning whether he was a new addition to their ranks.

And indeed, that was one of the reasons he had unleashed such ferocity upon Tang Shen and the others.

It was a deliberate spectacle designed to captivate attention, to instigate chaos, and to cement his position in the minds of all who beheld it.

From another side, Wu Xue walked in, a small bandage adorning her head, her gaze fixated on Zhang Wei. As their paths crossed, she halted, a barely perceptible pause, her eyes locked onto him.

"Don't you want to go in...?" Zhang Wei questioned, his words mingling with the creaking of the open elevator door.

"O-Oh, yes," Wu Xue snapped out of her reverie, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush, and nodded ever so slightly. With a rush of embarrassment, she hurriedly stepped into the lift.

As the elevator ascended, she stole occasional glances towards Zhang Wei, her heart sighing audibly. Their reflections danced in the mirror, and despite herself, her eyes unconsciously darted towards the intimate distance between their hands.

'Should I...?' an intrusive thought pulsed through her mind, tempting her to extend her trembling hand and seek his touch.

In that fleeting moment, she fought the battle within, shaking her head vehemently, as if to dispel the wicked spirits that whispered such audacious ideas.

Zhang Wei, observing her theatrics, found himself torn between amusement and sympathy, unsure whether he should burst into laughter or console her.

Instead, he chose to wear a mask of indifference, pretending to be oblivious to her inner turmoil, all while secretly admiring her innocence.

Finally, as the lift doors slid open, revealing their destination, Zhang Wei broke the tension with words that pierced through the air, his gaze steadfast, "If you just want to hold hands, hold it. Why are you taking so much time?" With a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips, he extended his own hand, catching her off guard.

Her mouth gaped open, a symphony of astonishment playing on her features.

How did he, in that defining moment, discern her unspoken desires, painting her thoughts upon her face?

Despite this, he forcefully dragged her to the office, gripping her hands tightly. As they reached the entrance, with the door flung open, Wu Xue seemed to muster a newfound energy.

Desperate to break free and reach her own cabin, she struggled against his grasp, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and determination.

But Zhang Wei denied her any respite, pulling her towards his chair and settling himself down. He compelled Wu Xue to sit on his lap, overpowering her with his strength.

An intense struggle ensued, with her breathing becoming ragged as she feigned anger, though her flushed face revealed the shame she truly felt, not anger.

Zhang Wei assessed her, thinking she was now safe. He believed there was no need for further extreme measures, confident that she wouldn't take drastic action regarding Lin Ruoxi's disappearance.

Little did he know that as Zhang Wei unleashed his fury on the mob outside earlier, Wu Xue firmly believed that his anger was fueled by the injury inflicted on her by the gangsters.

The woman's ability to rationalize her own thoughts, despite the terrifying circumstances, was truly unnerving.

"Why is he being so aggressive?" Wu Xue muttered weakly, her head bowed, as Zhang Wei's hands tightly encircled her waist, and she desperately tried to wriggle free from his embrace.

"Hm?" Zhang Wei raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Did you say something?" he asked, not because he hadn't heard her the first time.

Wu Xue pressed her lips together, falling into a tense silence, before ultimately letting out a resigned sigh.

Summoning every ounce of courage she had left, she spoke louder this time. "I said, why are you so forceful? Don't you understand anything about a woman's consent?" Her voice grew dimmer with each passing word, as Zhang Wei held her chin delicately, drilling his intense gaze into her eyes.

In response, Zhang Wei nodded ponderously and inquired, "You don't want to sit like this? Well then... do you want to change positions and face me instead?" His expression remained stoic, his words cutting straight to the core.

Wu Xue's mind exploded with conflicting thoughts, leaving her at a loss for words. "I-I..."

'Does he truly not comprehend what I'm saying, or is he merely pretending not to understand?' she pondered silently, shaking her head in disbelief, dismissing him entirely.

A wicked grin played across Zhang Wei's lips as Wu Xue ceased her resistance.

Internally, he chuckled, relishing in his secret triumph.

Speaking to women directly always caught them off guard, leaving them ill-prepared for such audacity.

His hands soon began to exhibit unruly behavior, desperately seeking their own path of mischief. Wu Xue's breathing turned coarse, her face flushed a deep shade of crimson as his audacity grew with each passing moment.

His daring escalated to the point where his hand boldly slid past the barrier of her skirts.

Reacting swiftly, Wu Xue immediately placed her hand above his, desperately trying to halt the invasive advance.

She turned around, her eyes begging and pleading for him to stop.

However, instead of quelling his sadistic desires, her plea only served to fuel the twisted pleasure within Zhang Wei.

His smile widened with a perverse satisfaction, and it became evident that he was prepared to seize her right then and there.

The subsequent scene depicted a man exploiting his authority and employing intimidation to bully a woman, reducing her to a position of vulnerability and helplessness.