Manipulative Harem God



As Song Shoushan's impatience grew, she urged Mo Yuxin, "Yuxin, please check the entry point. It's been half an hour!"

"Alright," Mo Yunxi nodded, taking on the task of investigating the delay.

However, her solo mission was short-lived.

Wang Xiaoying, noticing Mo Yuxin's departure, decided to join her. "I'll come along; standing here is getting dull," she said, keeping pace with Mo Yuxin.

Their footsteps echoed along the pathway leading to the entry point, an unexpected companionship forming despite the rumors that suggested otherwise. 

Wang Xiaoying couldn't resist probing further. "Do you ever worry about your brother getting into shady business? He's been flaunting that newfound fortune quite a bit."

Mo Yuxin's response was quick and unwavering, "I trust my brother. He wouldn't engage in anything unethical."

With a sly grin, Wang Xiaoying commented, "That guy does have quite the sharp tongue, though, doesn't he?"

Mo Yuxin shook her head. "Why are you so concerned about him?" she asked, curious about the motive behind her persistent inquiries.

Wang Xiaoying's cheeks flushed slightly, and she stammered, "W-what nonsense are you talking about? I don't care about him."

A knowing smile played on Mo Yuxin's lips, but she didn't press the matter further.

Instead, they continued their walk, the chatter subsiding as they approached the entry point.

As they drew nearer, Mo Yuxin's thoughts grew more contemplative.

If Mo Chen's wealth was as substantial as he claimed, it would be her responsibility to ensure it was acquired through legitimate means. 

As they finally arrived at the entrance point, the air buzzed with anticipation. Their eager eyes scanned the sea of faces, searching for one in particular – Xiong Mei. Amidst the lively crowd, they soon confronted a daunting realization.

Neither Mo Yuxin nor Wang Xiaoying had a clue about Xiong Mei's appearance.

A sense of helplessness washed over them. How were they supposed to pick her out from this throng?

Desperation led Wang Xiaoying to dial Song Shoushan's number. They needed help, and they needed it fast. A picture of Xiong Mei flashed onto their screens, and both Mo Yuxin and Wang Xiaoying studied it intently.

After a moment, they shared a resigned sigh, as though the image had offered little relief.

With newfound determination, they resumed their search amidst the bustling crowd.

Their minds echoed with similar thoughts: the art academy had indeed garnered a reputation for the extraordinary.

First, Xie Meirong, who could easily claim the top spot on their school's fairy list, and now Xiong Mei? It was almost overwhelming.

They couldn't help but wonder: if all the girls at the art academy were as stunning as these two, then their worldviews would collapse!

Amidst the bustling crowd, with their phones clutched in hand, displaying the enigmatic image of Xiong Mei, an unexpected tap danced upon Wang Xiaoying's shoulder.

"Hm?" Startled, Wang Xiaoying pivoted, her eyes locking onto a new face in their midst.

Zhang Wei, with an impish glint in his eyes, peered at her, his demeanor tinged with playful curiosity.

"Are you looking for her?" Zhang Wei inquired.

"O-Oh, yes," Wang Xiaoying stammered, her senses snapping back into focus.

Mo Yuxin quickly joined, "Her name is Xiong Mei. Do you happen to know her or have you spotted her nearby?" She inquired, her gaze fixed on Zhang Wei.

Zhang Wei responded with a nod, his finger gesturing enigmatically toward the nearby public washroom. "Look there, is she the one?" he whispered, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

Eager anticipation surged through Wang Xiaoying and Mo Yuxin as they turned their gaze towards the washroom. "Yes!" they exclaimed in unison.

Emerging from the washroom was none other than Xiong Mei herself!

A collective exhale of relief escaped both girls as their search yielded success, and they laid eyes on Xiong Mei.

Grateful, Wang Xiaoying turned towards Zhang Wei, offering a slight, courteous bow, "Thank you... umm... Uncle!" The words stumbled out in a blend of nerves and gratitude, prompting an amused wry smile from Mo Yuxin, who was taken aback by her friend's choice of address.

However, Wang Xiaoying's attempt to make a swift exit was abruptly halted as Zhang Wei gently caught hold of her sleeve. "Where are you going?" he inquired, leaving Wang Xiaoying frozem momentarily, taken aback.

Mo Yuxin stood nearby, watching the unfolding scene, her expression a mix of surprise and amusement at this unexpected turn of events.

Zhang Wei's smile widened slightly, taking on a mischievous edge. "Since you've branded me 'Uncle,' we should maintain the decorum of strangers, shouldn't we?" he teased, reveling in the discomfort he caused.

Wang Xiaoying's face contorted, her patience waning. "Leave my sleeve," she demanded firmly.

"Don't worry, I'm not one to bully little girls," he reassured with a smirk, playing up his teasing.

Mo Yuxin observed the exchange with a growing sense of bewilderment.

He released Wang Xiaoying's sleeve, and she hastily put some distance between them.

Zhang Wei continued, feigning offense, "Shouldn't you reward me for helping you? Don't you kids nowadays learn basic manners?" His tone turned stern, adding to the girls' unease.

Mo Yuxin and Wang Xiaoying exchanged wary glances, realizing they had stumbled upon a rather greedy individual today.

Wang Xiaoying let out an exasperated sigh, "How much money do you need?" she asked, reaching for her purse, concerned that Zhang Wei might be in a dire financial situation, resorting to such tactics—perhaps he had lost his wallet or encountered an unfortunate circumstance.

Contrary to her expectations, Zhang Wei halted her attempt to offer money with a shake of his head. "I don't need money," he stated plainly.

"Hm?" Wang Xiaoying furrowed her brows, puzzled. She turned briefly to glance at Xiong Mei, who was steadily approaching them, her footsteps closing the distance between them with each passing moment.

Zhang Wei nodded, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I like girls like you, who speak directly and don't beat around the bush," he confessed.

Wang Xiaoying's face twitched, her patience running thin as her forehead veins threatened to burst. She sighed, relenting, "What do you need, just tell me already."