Manipulative Harem God



Zhang Wei shifted his focus to the meal before him, gently pulling the slightly tense Wu Xue closer to him. He asked, "You seemed quite enthusiastic when talking about marriage. Is it really that interesting?"

Wu Xue's ears perked up at his question, and she shot him a glare. However, Zhang Wei continued to hold her close, despite the curious glance from the driver.

"Keep your eyes on the road before I pluck them out," Zhang Wei suddenly spoke coldly to the driver, tossing a small needle that pierced the rearview mirror.

Swoosh!

The car screeched momentarily, swerving slightly before the somewhat muscular-looking driver let out a resigned sigh.

He didn't dare to look back again, wondering which malevolent spirit he had offended today.

'Brother, I was just curious. Why resort to violence?' he thought to himself but wisely kept his opinion to himself, not daring to voice it out loud.

Wu Xue's lips quivered as she released a sigh of surrender, her voice tinged with resignation. "Are you always determined to push people against their will?"

The mysterious proficiency with which Zhang Wei handled the needles remained a perplexing mystery to her, a question she chose not to press at this moment.

"Hm?" Zhang Wei responded, his curiosity piqued.

Then, in a remarkable turn of events, Wu Xue stood up. She crouched slightly before leaning in and kissed him, her lips pressing against his.

"Mmm..." 

The unexpected gesture momentarily stunned Zhang Wei, but he quickly responded by enveloping her in his arms, pulling her closer.

Their kiss deepened as they both savored the taste of each other's lips.

Wu Xue had indulged in a bit of wine, but her senses were still sharp.

She could confirm that she had initiated this of her own volition.

...

"Haaa...." 

Wu Xue's breath came in heavy gasps as her intoxicated eyes locked onto his.

She continued to breathe heavily, her voice carrying a hint of playful seriousness. "I do like the idea of marriage. So tell me now, Emperor Zhang Wei, would you also like to force this little woman into marriage?" Her head tilted slightly, her expression solemn.

Her warm breath collided with his face, sending shivers down his spine. Zhang Wei blinked in surprise, momentarily caught off guard by whether she was making a jest or genuinely using metaphors to convey her thoughts.

However, while he pondered his response, Wu Xue realized she had ventured into territory that perhaps shouldn't have been explored.

"Nevermind," She anxiously bit her lip and was about to pull away, but before she could, Zhang Wei flashed a smirk, bringing her closer and making her sit above him, in the congusted back seats of the car.

He gripped her waist firmly, holding her in place.

"Did you say something, Xuexue?" Zhang Wei asked, his tone teasing.

"Where are you running off to now?" he continued, his smirk taking on a mischievous edge. This woman had dared to tease him and was now attempting to retreat? She was in for quite the surprise today.

Wu Xue's face flushed, stammering, "I-I didn't say anything." She realized her earlier boldness had been impulsive, and regret gnawed at her.

Though she had accused Zhang Wei of forcing people, seeing him shatter the side view mirror, scaring the taxi driver, had stirred something within her. A sudden urge to be closer to him.

"Hahaha, it won't work like this. If you don't tell me what you want, how can I give it to you?" Zhang Wei laughed, continuing to tease her until Wu Xue was left in a flustered state.

"..."

Ten minutes later...

Wu Xue sat in silence, now meek and obedient, carefully adjusting her clothes. She couldn't fathom how this man had the audacity to engage in such behavior in a moving vehicle.

Wasn't he afraid of tarnishing his image if caught?

Recalling his actions at the company earlier that day, she came to a realization. Zhang Wei was shameless, indifferent to what people thought of him despite his seemingly straightforward facade.

Summoning her courage, she asked, "Hey, Zhang Wei, are you by any chance... interested in Chen Yulan?"

"??" 

Zhang Wei's lips curled into a faint smile. "Was it really that obvious?"

Wu Xue gently shook her head. "No, it wasn't. It's just... I had a feeling you might be interested in her."

Arching an eyebrow, Zhang Wei inquired, "And how did you come to that conclusion?"

Wu Xue hesitated for a moment, her gaze shifting before she let out a sigh. "That's not important. Can you please grant me a request?"

Zhang Wei leaned in, intrigued. "What request do you have in mind?"

After another pause, Wu Xue finally spoke. "Promise me not to disrupt a happy family."

Zhang Wei fell into deep thought, and as he contemplated her words, Wu Xue hastened to clarify, her voice tinged with concern. "I don't want to see something good fall apart, Zhang Wei. What if, in the future, someone seeks revenge on you, and it affects us?"

Zhang Wei's eyes suddenly sparkled with intrigue. "Us?"

Wu Xue's accidental slip of words had now opened a Pandora's box of possibilities in Zhang Wei's mind.

He couldn't help but wonder just how far her secretary's fantasies had already traveled.

In the back seat, Wu Xue realized she had made yet another slip, but it was too late to backtrack now.

The cab driver, on the other hand, let out an exasperated sigh. "Tch," he muttered to himself, feeling like he was being force-fed dog food by the unfolding drama in the back seat.

He couldn't help but envy Zhang Wei.

'Why don't I have a few lovers to play around with like this?' he thought, shedding tears of envy.

But in the grand scheme of things, no one really cared about a man's tears.

As for Zhang Wei's promise not to destroy a happy family, whether he would actually uphold it or not remained a mystery...

But, kidding aside, he probably wouldn't give much thought to promises, let alone keep them.

If lying could solve the problem?

Why not?

Zhang Wei didn't possess a moral compass to begin with, and Wu Xue wasn't about to preach morality to him either.

She acknowledged her own involvement in an immoral relationship, making her the last person to lecture others.

Ultimately, Zhang Wei effortlessly weaved a lie, something he excelled at.

Through his experiences, he had come to understand that lying often worked far better with women than telling them the truth.