Manipulative Harem God



Wang Zheng, "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!"

In Wang Zheng's eyes, Zhang Wei needed to be stopped.

He must protect his daughter from falling into his perceived evil clutches.

If Zhang Wei knew how they were evaluating him, he'd undoubtedly beat each and every one of them.

He was drawn to beauty, regardless of age; the more youthful, the better.

"Oh, that's fine. It's your daughter's choice whether to be with me or not. Stop butting into her personal life," Zhang Wei remarked, his tone carrying a hint of indifference.

!!

Xiong Mei, who had been silent, couldn't help but internally chuckle.

She didn't quite believe that Zhang Wei would apply these words to his own life, but his ability to effortlessly utter them in this context was both amusing and impressive.

Her eyes glistened with suppressed laughter as she observed the now fuming Wang Zheng.

'Doctor?' Xiong Mei then whispered to herself, glancing at Zhang Wei with slight surprise. 'Uh-huh, Xiong Mei, don't ask! If you speak too much, he might employ some weird way to silence you,' she warned herself, shaking her head to dispel her curiosity and doubts.

She was all too aware of the various embarrassing methods Zhang Wei had at his disposal to prevent women from speaking too much.

It was better to be an obedient canary!

After all, there were numerous benefits: free food, a place to live, and occasional head pats.

The advantages were vast, and Xiong Mei had slowly started to adapt to this new lifestyle.

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The door creaked, drawing all eyes as Wang Liang reappeared, wearing a satisfied smile.

Following him was Wang Xiaoying, walking gracefully and taking her seat beside her mother.

Her gaze briefly met Zhang Wei's, a silent acknowledgment that she had played her part.

Lei Juan leaned in, her whispers like a gentle breeze, interrogating her daughter about the recent conversation.

Meanwhile, Wang Zheng, overcome with curiosity, stood up and approached his father. "Father, what did she say?" he asked eagerly.

Wang Liang cast a meaningful look at both Wang Xiaoying and Zhang Wei before delivering the announcement, his eyes twinkling with satisfaction. "It's settled! Little Ying has agreed to the marriage!"

"What!?" Wang Zheng exclaimed, stunned, his eyes quickly shifting to Wang Xiaoying. "... Ying'er, you don't have to force yourself. Is someone pressuring you?" Worry creased his brow as he swiftly moved to her side, concern evident in his voice.

With a reassuring smile, Wang Xiaoying shook her head, her voice steady and composed. "No one is pressuring me. I made this decision for myself, and I stand by it," she affirmed, a slight blush gracing her cheeks.

Her eyes flickered towards Zhang Wei, conveying a subtle message that was misconstrued by everyone present.

Wang Zheng's eyes widened in shock. "B-But father, isn't Doctor Zhang already married?" The realization hit him like a tidal wave.

Even if he somehow managed to overlook Zhang Wei's potential charm on his daughter and his playboy reputation in his mind, what about his marital status?

Zhang Wei maintained a calm demeanor, adjusting his way of addressing Wang Zheng to be slightly more polite. "Elder Zheng, you're not planning for your daughter to marry me the very next day, are you? It will take a few years, and we can address that issue when the time comes."

Wang Zheng wasn't reassured; panic surged through him. Was Zhang Wei willing to divorce his existing wife to marry his daughter?

What was happening?

Wasn't he just a playboy looking to sleep with his daughter?

Had he completely misunderstood Zhang Wei's intentions?

Lei Juan's gaze flickered at the same time, and a fleeting glance at Xiong Mei made her instantly realize that something was amiss.

Observing the unfolding events, Wang Liang was most satisfied with the outcome.

Internally, he had clarified the entire situation to Wang Xiaoying, leaving the final decision in her hands.

Little did he know, Zhang Wei had long promised Wang Xiaoying that as long as she played along, he would buy them time, and eventually, everyone would forget about the proposed marriage.

The prospect of the impending marriage would soon fade into the background, and during this period, she would have the freedom to pursue her desires.

Wang Xiaoying had her heart set on attending college and studying in the capital, her lack of interest in a partner driven by this ambition.

Zhang Wei didn't object; he let her carve her own path.

However, Wang Liang had discreetly assigned a few individuals to keep an eye on Wang Xiaoying, ensuring she didn't engage in anything reckless behind Zhang Wei's back.

As for whether Zhang Wei would ultimately take his granddaughter as a wife or concubine, he didn't concern himself with the specifics.

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As Wang Xiaoying was left alone with Zhang Wei for few minutes, a sense of unease settled within her, causing her to finally speak up. "... Are you a martial artist?" she asked, her voice tinged with hesitation.

Zhang Wei's brow furrowed in surprise as he nodded slowly. "Did that old fart tell you?" he responded, his tone laced with mixed emotions.

Wang Xiaoying nodded in affirmation, her expression growing complex. "That old fart is my grandfather," she admitted with a wry smile, before releasing a heavy sigh. "So... You can break bricks and run on walls?" she inquired, suspicion creeping into her voice.

"..."

The words hung in the air, momentarily leaving Zhang Wei at a loss for words.

He nearly choked on his tea as his mind raced to formulate a response.

"So you can't...?" Wang Xiaoying's disappointment seeped through her voice, as she tried to reconcile her grandfather's ominous warnings with the seemingly unremarkable man standing before her.

Zhang Wei appeared entirely ordinary, causing her to momentarily forget about the incident of him molesting her earlier.

Her confusion became apparent as she unknowingly scrutinized his unassuming demeanor.

Running a hand across his forehead in resignation, Zhang Wei glanced at the now-curious Wang Xiaoying.

The old man's overzealousness in disclosing unnecessary details to this girl struck him as absurd, yet potentially advantageou situation.

Suddenly, a mischievous smile played upon Zhang Wei's lips as he beckoned her to approach.

"??"

Intrigued by his change in demeanor, Wang Xiaoying blinked in confusion before cautiously stepping forward.

Zhang Wei extended his hands toward her, his eyes twinkling with anticipation.

A mixture of curiosity and confusion danced in Wang Xiaoying's eyes as she observed him intently.

Whoosh!

In an instant, Zhang Wei's hand moved with lightning speed, sending forth a powerful stream of water that erupted from his palm.

*Splash!*