Manipulative Harem God



While high school love was blossoming elsewhere, another peculiar scene unfolded inside the Wang Family villa.

Wang Haoran, his hands and face covered in bandages, bore the unmistakable signs of a vicious fight.

His once-handsome face was now swollen beyond recognition, but the saving grace was that his hands and feet remained intact.

After several agonizing days of healing, he was finally able to regain some semblance of normalcy.

"Young master, why do you continue to obsess over that woman? Your persistence is bound to draw your father's wrath.

We have already procured another woman, far more alluring than Lin Ruoxi!" exclaimed the slightly old and wrinkled maid, her voice filled with genuine concern.

She had been a pillar of support for Wang Haoran ever since the tragic demise of his mother.

Wang Chonglin strongly disapproved of Wang Haoran's fixation on Lin Ruoxi, and in light of this, he sternly warned him not to take matters into his own hands.

Sitting on an empty chair, Wang Haoran shook his head while gazing out the window, his eyes filled with a mixture of longing and admiration. "No one can compare to Ruoxi. She is like a radiant fairy, utterly irreplaceable in my heart."

Little did he know, that very fairy, whom he held in such high regard, was enduring endless torment at the hands of Zhang Wei.

With each passing day, she was being molded into nothing more than an obedient puppet.

Unfazed by Wang Haoran's words, Jia Shuchun confidently clapped her hands, causing the wide gate beside them to swing open.

In the dimly lit room, two brutish figures forcefully dragged a helpless woman, her anguished pleas buried beneath a tightly sealed strip of duct tape.

"I've already told you, I don't need anyone else but R—" Wang Haoran's expression twisted with frustration as he began to reprimand Jia Shuchun, but his words abruptly caught in his throat.

Before him stood a woman Clad in a short-sleeved t-shirt that hugged her figure in a tantalizing manner, the fabric played a teasing game of revealing glimpses of her toned arms and delicate collarbone. The tight-fitting jeans that adorned her lower body accentuated the graceful curve of her hips, hinting at an allure that captivated the imagination.

Her hair, a cascade of midnight silk, flowed in unrestrained waves down her shoulders, framing a face of extraordinary beauty.

Her almond-shaped eyes, deep pools of bewitching allure, reflected a trace of anxiety that only added to her mystique.

A hint of rosy blush adorned her cheeks, contrasting against her fair complexion, as if she had been kissed by the gentle touch of a spring breeze.

Shi Jingjing, a dedicated language teacher at a local middle school, had unknowingly become the target of two mysterious figures today.

It was seemingly ordinary day for her, as she wrapped the lessons for today, and was going back to her home, when she was knidnapped abruptly by them and directly brought here.

"..Uuu!" Her lips, sealed by a relentless ducktape, quivered slightly, as if yearning to voice a silent plea for freedom.

As Wang Haoran's eyes fell upon her ample bosom, barely concealed by loose fabric, and the alluring curve of her hips accentuated by slender, milky legs, an involuntary gulp betrayed his heightened intrigue.

The magnetic pull of her captivating presence stirred a mixture of emotions, as he found himself helplessly drawn to this new figure amid the chaos that now unfolded before him. 

Jia Shuchun beamed with satisfaction as she witnessed the pleased smile on Wang Haoran's face. "How does she fare, young master?" she inquired, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Wang Haoran, jolted out of his reverie, emitted a contemptuous snort. "She is fine, but still nowhere near the level of Rouxi," he muttered, attempting to convince himself of his loyalty to Lin Rouxi.

Shi Jingjing's eyes widened in sheer disbelief and confusion. 'Who on earth is this Rouxi? And why does his face look like a swallen potato, who are these people exactly?' she pondered, her mind racing with anxious thoughts.

With a mixture of fear and frustration, she vigorously shook her hands in a futile attempt to break free from the firm grasp of the two men who held her captive.

Jia Shuchun's initial shock quickly gave way to a deep, resigned sigh. "In that case, should I arrange for her to be sent back?" she asked, her voice tinged with a sense of defeat.

Wang Haoran's eyebrows shot up in surprise as his eyes scanned Shi Jingjing's appearance once more. With a deep breath, he shook his head, "You can leave her here for the night," he said, his eyes blazing with desire, "and then you can do whatever you want with her."

Shi Jingjing locked eyes with him, her gaze narrowing in a mixture of revulsion and fear. 'Leave her for a night?' The words sent a chilling terror down her spine, making her want to scream out in protest.

But before she could react, the two brutes holding her tightly gripped her hands and forcefully pushed her into an adjacent bedroom.

The door slammed shut, sealing her fate, as their footsteps faded away.

Wang Haoran deluded himself into believing that Lin Ruoxi was superior, refusing to acknowledge anyone else.

This was the immense power of the human imagination.

Despite witnessing the vivid dreams and awe-inspiring illusions created by their own minds, people often struggled to grasp the true potential of their imagination.

When a person is infatuated with something, they can conjure a thousand reasons to convince themselves of its worth.

Jia Shuchun, though disappointment etched on her face, gracefully bowed and silently slipped away, leaving Wang Haoran to his solitude.

With surprising delicate movements, Shi Jingjing managed to manipulate the unlocked door open using only her legs, cautiously peeking through the narrow gap.

Her eyes narrowed as they landed on Wang Haoran's back, his figure seemingly alone in the room.

A sense of relief flooded through her, determination fueling her every move as she plotted her escape from this place.

After careful planning, she tiptoed, her steps inaudible and deliberate, her every muscle tensed to avoid raising Wang Haoran's suspicion.

However, contrary to her carefully crafted intentions, he suddenly rose from his seat, sending her heart racing in alarm.

As he turned around, he was slightly surprised as a malicious smile graced his lips, and he spoke with chilling satisfaction, "So, you managed to get out."

!!

Shi Jingjing's heart raced as desperation fueled her instinct to flee. But in a swift, iron grip, he seized her, throwing her back into the room with an unsettling force.

"I haven't experienced pleasurable sex in far too long. I hope you can satisfy me," he sneered, flinging Shi Jingjing onto the bed with a disregard. Calmly, he unbuttoned his shirt, his demeanor composed.

Panic surged through Shi Jingjing, her eyes widening with terror, and tears welled up, threatening to spill down her cheeks.

Yet, in that very moment of distress, an abrupt and unexpected knock rattled against the door, jolting her with a mixture of surprise and apprehension.

"Hm? Who is it now?" Wang Haoran's brows furrowed, his curiosity piqued as he stole a brief glance at Shi Jingjing. He found her face illuminated with a sense of relief.

Normally, Wang Haoran couldn't be bothered to open the door, as this adjacent bedroom was reserved for his private affairs known solely to his trusted servants.

They were under strict orders not to disturb him once he was inside, unless a truly significant event transpired.

Outside, Jia Shuchun appeared slightly unsettled, her features contorted with a hint of panic. "Young master! Something terrible has happened to your grandfather! We must go at once!" Her urgency was palpable, her voice trembling.

Wang Haoran's heart skipped a beat upon hearing her words. Panic coursed through his veins, prompting him to dash alongside Jia Shuchun without a second thought.

In the chaos of the moment, he temporarily pushed aside any concern for Shi Jingjing.

His grandfather, Wang Liang, served as the chairman of Wang Group. However, despite his prominent status, Wang Liang's health had been relentlessly declining for years, plagued by an insidious and non-curable disease.

He was confined to a life-sustaining apparatus within the walls of his villa, barely venturing beyond its confines.

In search of a glimmer of hope, they embarked upon an extraordinary quest.

Today, they extended an invitation to a miraculous healer known as Tang Dexin, renowned within the ancient city of Xianghui for his remarkable expertise in traditional medicine.

Previously, they had pursued an alternative path, approaching a rumored prodigy of healing residing in the Qingyun City itself.

However, their hopes were swiftly shattered as she rejected their offer, and they ultimately labelled her as a 'Fraud', moving ahead to Xianghui city.

Disappointed, they resolved to place their trust in the illustrious Tang Dexin, a doctor of unparalleled reputation and history, in ancient traditional medicine, and its ways.

As their shadows flickered away, a spark of hope ignited in Shi Jingjing's eyes, propelling her to escape from the room with lightning speed.

Her legs propelled her forward, driven by an unyielding determination, until she burst into the hallway. To her surprise, it was a desolate stretch, devoid of any signs of life.

All the personnel of the villa had been strategically withdrawn and redeployed around Wang Liang's room, leaving the corridor eerily empty.

With gratitude flooding her heart, she dashed down the corridor, the sound of her hurried footsteps echoing off the walls, as she wished to leave this place behind as quickly as possible.