Manipulative Harem God



Wang Xiaoying's voice pierced the air, laced with determination, "Leave me alone!"

Mo Chen's eyes widened in astonishment as he watched Wang Xiaoying sprint towards Zhang Wei and the others.

They hurriedly made their way into her grandfather's room, and she firmly shut the door behind them.

*Boom!*

The butler, who had been accompanying them, remained outside and stood guard, preventing Mo Chen from entering. "Don't go inside until you are called," he commanded with a stern voice.

"But I am with them—!" Mo Chen protested, attempting to assert his right to entry.

The butler's stern gaze hardened further, his tone unyielding, "Your presence is not requested at the moment. Wait patiently."

Frustration and helplessness mingled in Mo Chen's expression as he realized his efforts were futile.

He let out a defeated sigh, acknowledging the unyielding circumstances.

Mo Chen glanced at the closed door of the room and muttered under his breath, "What's going on in there?"

The butler, maintaining his stern expression, offered a cryptic response, "You'll find out when the time is right."

Mo Chen's curiosity gnawed at him, but he knew better than to push further. He turned away, his gaze lingering on the closed door, and decided to wait until he was called in.

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Inside the room, the atmosphere crackled with tension as Wang Zheng, Wang Liang, and Lei Juan turned their heads in surprise.

*Bam!*

Their eyes widened as Wang Xiaoying stormed in, slamming the door shut behind her.

All of them raised their brows simultaneously, their postures displaying a subtle flinch.

'What on earth happened to her?' All three of them exchanged bewildered glances before shifting their gaze to Zhang Wei, who reclined in the main seat with an air of nonchalance, as though he owned the place.

This unexpected display caused their expressions to morph, and Xiong Mei, standing beside Zhang Wei, felt a bit out of place.

She couldn't help but curl her lips in disbelief, wondering where Zhang Wei had suddenly found such confidence.

'Brother really knows how to make an entrance. There's no comparison!' she thought to herself with a resigned sigh, taking a seat as well.

Only Wang Xiaoying remained standing, struggling to regain her composure.

Suddenly, Lei Juan made a move, crossing the room to wrap her arms around Wang Xiaoying in a soft embrace.

Wang Xiaoying's surprise was evident as she whispered, "Mom?" Her gaze wandered around the room, taking in the two sets of couches filled with people.

In addition to Zhang Wei and Xiong Mei her grandfather and father were also present, making the situation even more tense.

"Tell me what happened?" Lei Juan inquired, catching Wang Xiaoying off guard.

What could have transpired to elicit such concern?

"Why would something happen to her?" Wang Xiaoying pondered, confusion knitting her brows.

Even Zhang Wei, displaying a rare display of concern, narrowed his gaze, questioning why he was always perceived as the antagonist.

True, he had his ways, but it didn't mean he should be called out for it.

His eyes darted behind, catching the sight of Lei Juan enveloping Wang Xiaoying in a comforting embrace.

A subtle twitch of realization tugged at his features.

'The daughter seems to have inherited the qualities from her mother,' he observed wryly.

[A daughter and mother sandwich! Noted, anything else you would like to order, host?]

"..." Zhang Wei remained silent, his inner thoughts echoing his disbelief. 'I was only looking at her, you perverted system.'

[Yes, host! The system understands! You are a gentleman; how can you see a mother separated from her daughter? It's your duty to keep them close!]

"..."

[By the way, host, another mission will come your way soon, and this time it won't be as easy. The difficulty is escalating.]

'Don't care,' Zhang Wei brushed off the system's words, recomposing himself and resuming his noble posture.

"Wife, how about sitting down and discussing it calmly?" Wang Zheng suggested, his tone filled with helplessness. Wang Xiaoying was their only daughter, the result of many efforts, which had made Lei Juan somewhat obsessive over her.

Lei Juan nodded, her voice softer now. "I will listen to you, husband," she agreed.

The brief exchange drew Zhang Wei's attention momentarily, but he didn't let it bother him.

However, an awkward silence soon enveloped the room as they all grappled with how to broach the subject.

The carefree Zhang Wei nodded, casually picking up plates from the table and delicately feeding them to Xiong Mei.

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Xiong Mei felt flustered, forced to swallow under the scrutiny of so many eyes. "...I'll get fat like this," she protested, attempting to free herself from the situation.

"Yoga classes will solve that problem," he reminded her with a grin.

"...", Xiong Mei was left speechless, realizing that yoga classes were now a necessity.

She couldn't help but see through the cunning motives behind his sudden display of affection.

In tense or awkward situations, she had unwittingly become the diversion, and it worked like a charm, making the already uncomfortable moment even more so.

The irony of the situation was not lost on anyone present. They had gathered to discuss matters concerning Zhang Wei and Wang Xiaoying, and yet here he was, seemingly flaunting his closeness with Xiong Mei.

What exactly was he trying to convey?

The expressions of Wang Zheng and Lei Juan darkened simultaneously, while Wang Xiaoying felt a rising panic.

Why was Zhang Wei making an already difficult situation even harder for her?

This wasn't how she had planned for things to go!

A timely cough from Wang Liang broke the uncomfortable silence. "Little Ying, come with grandpa. I'd like to discuss something with you," he said, offering her an escape route.

"Huh? Okay," Wang Xiaoying replied, caught off-guard by the sudden turn of events. She left the room, shooting a fleeting, uncertain glance in Zhang Wei's direction.

Once Wang Liang and Wang Xiaoying had retreated to a separate room, Wang Zheng fixed an intense stare on Zhang Wei and Xiong Mei.

"Do you need something, old man?" Zhang Wei asked, his displeasure evident in his tone.

Wang Zheng took a deep breath, gathering his resolve. "Doctor Zhang, why are you targeting our daughter? Just because you healed our father last time doesn't mean we'll hand our precious daughter over to you!" He spoke decisively, his earlier doubts now solidified into certainty.