Manipulative Harem God



As Zhang Wei and Xiong Mei made their exit, Mo Chen saw a golden opportunity and moved swiftly, slipping past the vigilant guard like a shadow.

"Hey!" the guard bellowed, but Mo Chen paid no heed. He sprinted until he stood beside Wang Liang.

Wang Liang, an imposing figure, raised a quizzical eyebrow and, with a mere gesture, ordered his bodyguards to lower their guard. His authoritative presence was palpable. "Who are you?" he demanded, exuding power.

Mo Chen felt a shiver crawl down his spine at the sound of Wang Liang's commanding voice. He locked eyes with the patriarch, noting the presence of Wang Xiaoying and her parents in the place.

Suddenly, a spark of determination ignited within him. "Grandpa Wang, it's Mo Chen. I was with Xiaoying earlier, and we spoke over the phone."

Wang Liang took a moment to recollect. "What brings you here?" he inquired.

Mo Chen inhaled deeply and spoke earnestly, "Grandpa Wang, while I may not possess the wealth of the Wang Family, I'm confident I can offer Xiaoying a life of comfort and happiness. Instead of marrying her off to a dubious character, please consider giving me a chance. I guarantee that within the next year, I'll become the wealthiest person in this entire city!"

Mo Chen's audacious proclamation hung in the air, creating an atmosphere charged with tension.

Wang Xiaoying, her lips slightly puckered, turned her gaze away, feigning disinterest.

Lei Juan's brows furrowed deeply, her thoughts swirling in a tempest of worry and frustration.

The painstaking effort she had invested in persuading Zhang Wei to step away from her daughter felt as if it had been in vain.

The intrusion of yet another person vying for Xiaoying's attention was the last thing she desired.

Within Wang Liang, a fierce anger ignited like a roaring flame.

The mere notion of allowing someone else to covet Wang Xiaoying, his beloved granddaughter, was beyond comprehension.

He held his composure, but the blaze of resentment flickered in his eyes.

Mo Chen's countenance darkened with a cloud of confusion as he mulled over the unfolding situation.

Doubt crept into his mind, "Did I say something wrong?" His thoughts raced, frantically reviewing his words, attempting to fathom why the assembled individuals regarded him with the hungry intensity of predators eyeing their prey.

Wang Liang took a deliberate moment to absorb Mo Chen's audacious proposal, his stern expression unwavering. "Wealth alone doesn't determine a good life," he stated firmly, his voice resonating with conviction. "What truly matters is love and commitment."

Caught in a web of contemplation, Mo Chen hesitated, carefully weighing Wang Liang's words.

In the midst of this charged exchange, Lei Juan interjected, her words sharp and final. "We've already discussed this matter with Zhang Wei. Xiaoying's future is set, and it doesn't involve you."

Mo Chen remained undeterred, his voice brimming with unwavering determination. "I respect your decision, but I'm willing to prove myself. Give me a chance to demonstrate my sincerity."

Wang Zheng, amidst the tension, decided to voice his own perspective. "I believe in giving people a chance. Let's hear what Mo Chen has to say."

However, as soon as those words left his lips, an unexpected chill seemed to permeate the room.

Lei Juan turned sharply towards her husband, her voice carrying a polite yet stern tone, "Husband, don't speak in this matter," leaving Wang Zheng startled by the sudden turn of events.

Even Wang Liang, who had been silent until now, was taken aback. Yet, he nodded in approval of his wife's stance.

The union between Zhang Wei and the Wang family appeared to be set in stone, a decree no one dared to challenge.

Lei Juan took matters into her own hands, her voice carrying an air of finality. "Guards, throw him outside."

Mo Chen watched in astonishment as the guards advanced, his pleas cut short with an abrupt, "Wai—ugh!"

"Enough, boy! You have already spoken too much!" a burly figure interjected, delivering a powerful punch to Mo Chen's stomach, silencing him abruptly.

"Master Wang, leave him to us," The man spoke, turning towards Mo Chen, now lying on the ground, as he signaled the rest of his comrades to join.

Mo Chen was tossed like a ragdoll, but the torment didn't cease. A few more people converged, their vicious assault intensifying.

"Argh—!"

*Thud!*

"Wait—ahhhh!"

*Bam!*

"Lis—ughhh!"

"Ah!"

Each strike was a dagger of pain, each cry for mercy an unanswered plea.

Mo Chen's body contorted and convulsed with each merciless blow.

At last, battered and broken, Mo Chen was flung outside the protective walls, landing directly inside the refuse-filled dustbin.

The sharp clang and echoes of his torment reverberated in the air.

Wang Xiaoying felt a pang of guilt, but it was quickly buried beneath the weight of her own life.

She turned away and walked inside as if nothing had transpired, leaving Mo Chen amidst the detritus of his shattered dreams.

While Mo Chen grappled with his breakdown in the dustbin, elsewhere, Zhang Wei was lost in the pleasure of the moment with Xiong Mei.

Their intimate encounter was interrupted when his phone rang, pulling him away from the indulgence.

"Mnghh~"

Ignoring the call at first, Zhang Wei grew annoyed as it persisted, disrupting their heated moment. "Who is this bastard now?" he muttered, eyeing the unknown number with irritation before reluctantly answering.

The content of the call shifted his mood drastically, plunging the car into an eerie silence, the air turning cold as an icy chill settled over them.

Anna and Xiong Mei exchanged surprised glances, sensing the abrupt change in atmosphere.

"Did something happen?" Xiong Mei asked, concern furrowing her brow as she began to dress, retrieving her scattered clothes from the car floor.

Zhang Wei nodded, his expression serious. "Drive towards the south district," he instructed solemnly.

*Screech!*

Anna wasted no time, instantly steering the car in the direction indicated, realizing the gravity of the situation.

Xiong Mei obediently sat up, hastily putting on her clothes.

She stole a glance at Zhang Wei, who was now attempting to dial an number on his phone, her concern deepening at the sight of his agitation.