Manipulative Harem God



"Hm?" As the door swung open, Fang Dongmei's eyes widened in surprise. Wu Xue, her usually composed secretary, appeared unusually peculiar today, accompanied by rapid breaths.

Wu Xue's face grew serious, yet a blush on her cheeks betrayed her true emotions. "Director Fang, do you need anything?" she asked in a professional tone, but her flushed appearance spoke volumes.

She was undeniably thrilled at the moment, her heart pounding so loudly it felt as if it could burst from her chest.

The sensation of being caught added an extra thrill to her already electrified state.

Fang Dongmei was momentarily taken aback by the seriousness in Wu Xue's voice. She nodded and replied, "I need to talk to the new president," conveying her intentions.

She subtly peeked at Zhang Wei, pondering to herself, 'He is the new president? So young... Isn't he the same man who caused a scene this morning?'

Her imagination ran wild, wondering about his connection with Lin Ruoxi, why he was chosen as a temporary president in her absence—something she had never done before.

"Let her in," Zhang Wei's voice boomed from behind, causing Wu Xue to nod in acknowledgement as she swiftly retreated to her cabin.

In her haste, she left the gate slightly open, allowing her to eavesdrop on their conversation.

As Wu Xue hurried away, a flicker of realization crossed Feng Dongmei's eyes.

She had been married for a few years, and the sight of the wrinkled back of Wu Xue's skirt didn't escape her keen observation.

However, without dwelling on her discovery for too long, she shifted her attention to Zhang Wei, eager to make a good impression. "Hello, President. I am Fang Dongmei, the director of Human Resources for the real estate operations of our group."

Zhang Wei nodded in acknowledgment, after a brief introduction of himself, he motioned her to take a seat.

Unperturbed by her curious glances, he didn't bother to hide his indifference towards her.

This woman had disrupted his peace, so he wasn't particularly friendly and blatantly eyed her body without a care.

Fang Dongmei's brows twitched when she sensed his lingering gaze on her breasts.

Nevertheless, she plastered a polite smile on her face and proceeded to articulate her intentions for seeking him out.

Describing her desire to secure a loan against her salary of 500,000 HLD, she explained her eagerness to use it as a down payment for her dream house.

The exorbitant interest rates at commercial banks made her wary, and because of her previous relationship with the company, she believed it would be best to seek a loan from within.

Zhang Wei had come across her name in his readings about the main executives of the group.

He vaguely knew of her situation, recognizing her loyalty and long tenure in the company's HR department.

However, in this moment, his attention was more fixated on admiring her figure than truly listening to her concerns.

Fang Dongmei possessed a captivating beauty that left tongues tied and hearts racing in her presence. Her lips, plump and velvety, were painted a seductive shade of crimson, hinting at a world of forbidden secrets with each breathy word she uttered.

The symmetry of her face, flawlessly combining delicate grace and sensual allure, held an enchantment that bewitched all who gazed upon her. Clad in a professional ensemble, she exuded a magnetic charm that could ignite the deepest desires.

But it was her womanly curves that demanded attention, asserting their authority with audacious confidence.

With every step she took, her hips swayed in a tantalizing rhythm, teasing and tempting anyone who dared glance her way. And then there were her breasts – two mesmerizing orbs defying gravity, drawing gazes from every corner of the room.

They embodied her sensuality, an untamed force that awakened fantasies and unleashed primal instincts.

At the youthful age of twenty-nine, Fang Dongmei had been in a blissful marriage for five years, gracefully balancing passion and commitment.

As she dedicated herself to the company, her enigmatic presence became irresistible, captivating both colleagues and rivals alike.

Had it not been for the incomparable Lin Ruoxi, whose personality and position outshone them all, Fang Dongmei would have easily claimed the throne as the company's top beauty.

Unfortunately, her marital status and the societal norms of the country dimmed the appeal of married women.

Men seldom showed interest, for the culture and society scorned those who engaged in such acts.

"President Zhang?" Fang Dongmei smiled awkwardly, reminding Zhang Wei to direct his attention to her face rather than her body. Her words hung in the air, waiting for his response.

But there was no mercy in Zhang Wei's eyes. How dare she disturb him at such a crucial moment? With cold detachment, he finally spoke, his voice cutting through the tension between them.

"Director Fang, sanctioning the loan is not an issue, especially considering your past commitment to the company."

A flicker of hope illuminated Fang Dongmei's eyes, only to be swiftly extinguished by Zhang Wei's cruel words.

"However, have you ever considered selling the shares you own back to the company? That way, you won't have to burden yourself with a loan."

Fang Dongmei was taken aback, her astonishment palpable.

As she locked eyes with Zhang Wei, a sense of foreboding settled in her heart, casting an unsettling shadow over her thoughts.

"President, I can't do that," she managed to utter, her voice trembling.

Zhang Wei's smile widened, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Have you pledged the shares elsewhere?" he taunted, his words piercing through Fang Dongmei's resolve. Gritting her teeth, she shook her head in defiance.

A spark of recognition gleamed in Zhang Wei's eyes, his suspicion confirmed. "Ah, I see. You intend to hold onto the shares until the company goes public, and then cash out, don't you?" His accusation hung in the air, and just as he had anticipated, Fang Dongmei's expression morphed into something strange, a mixture of surprise and apprehension.

"President, I-I..." she stuttered, her words trailing off as her mind raced to find an adequate response.

Meanwhile, Wu Xue, an observer of their conversation, felt a jolt of shock reverberate through her mind.

She could hardly believe what she had just witnessed. "She was staying solely for the stocks!?" she murmured to herself, her voice filled with astonishment.

Until now, Wu Xue had held a steadfast belief that Fang Dongmei was an unwavering pillar of loyalty within the company.

However, the shocking revelation from Zhang Wei shook her to the core.