Manipulative Harem God

"S-Sir, your order..." The waiter's hands trembled as he gingerly placed the plates laden with a variety of dishes on the only occupied table in the vast, dimly lit restaurant.

Nervously, he attempted to conjure an awkward smile, fearing the judgment of the mysterious duo.

Zhang Wei leaned back, his eyes narrowing as he inspected the spread before him, an air of discerning assessment in his gaze.

The waiter's back moistened with a cold sheen of sweat, an unspoken tension hanging in the air, stifling his breath.

Beside Zhang Wei, Yu Lei's voice cut through the uneasy silence, crisp and demanding, "I didn't order these." Her eyes bore into the mismatched array of dishes, a flicker of displeasure in her expression.

"M-màam," the waiter stuttered, his nerves getting the better of him, "it's a gesture from our chef, a sign of goodwill! You don't need to pay," he blurted out, his gaze avoiding direct contact with Yu Lei, the fear of her wrath lingering like a ghost.

"Goodwill, huh?" Zhang Wei remarked, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Well, how generous of them."

"Y-yes, sir! We hope you enjoy this special treat," the waiter stammered, edging away slowly, eager to escape the tension at the table.

"Okay," Yu Lei responded in a nonchalant tone, her indifference evident.

The waiter let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding and scurried away, seeking refuge in the kitchen, grateful to escape the charged atmosphere at that table.

*Click!*

The sudden, sharp sound of the door swinging open jolted the atmosphere in the restaurant. Every head turned, gazes fixated on the new entrant, curiosity mingled with surprise—just who had the audacity to walk in amid the chaos of overturned furniture and shattered silence?

"Hm?" Yu Lei's brows furrowed as her eyes blinked rapidly, registering the figure of a mysterious woman with striking silver hair, moving gracefully towards them.

Zhang Wei narrowed his eyes, his tone laced with irritation, "What do you need?" His patience for unexpected disruptions was clearly wearing thin.

Feng Ruoyan, seemingly unflustered by the attention, replied calmly, "I also want to eat."

"Huh?" Zhang Wei was caught off guard by her bluntness. "Then go and buy it for yourself."

Feng Ruoyan offered a nonchalant retort, "It would take time, and you have quite a spread on your table already."

Yu Lei, detecting an undercurrent of something amiss, questioned, "Do you know her?"

Zhang Wei, never one to mince his words, declared bluntly, "She's a thief, steals underwear in part-time."

"..." Feng Ruoyan's face twitched, an internal battle waging within her as she struggled to contain her anger.

"..." Yu Lei's response was more reserved, a simple acknowledgment of the situation.

Zhang Wei, not eager to engage further with what he considered "kids," dismissed the matter. "We don't have any spare tables. Go and do whatever you want. I don't know you, anyway."

Feng Ruoyan's face flushed with indignation, but just as she was about to turn and find another table, Zhang Wei's lips curled into a smile as he thought of a cunning plan. He spoke, "You can sit there."

Yu Lei was prompted to vacate her seat, a surprised expression crossing Feng Ruoyan's face. However, Zhang Wei's next move left her astounded.

He made Yu Lei sit on his lap, transferring the excess dishes to Feng Ruoyan, and then proceeded to completely ignore the latter.

[....] Meanwhile, the system held vital information about Feng Ruoyan's involvement in the attacks on the monks, but it hesitated to confirm the same with Zhang Wei, sensing that disclosing such information at this moment might ignite a world war three between these two formidable personalities, and perhaps much more.

"Hey," Feng Ruoyan finally reached her limit, her patience wearing thin as she looked at Zhang Wei, her eyes ablaze with frustration.

Undeterred by her fiery gaze, Zhang Wei continued to focus on feeding Yu Lei, each bite delivered with a sense of care and attention. "Mmm..." Yu Lei's response was content, savoring the moment and the delicious meal before her.

"Is it too hot?" Zhang Wei asked, gauging the temperature.

"No," Yu Lei reassured, her face glowing with a smile, "It's perfect."

Zhang Wei, ever playful, followed up, "How about some shrimp?"

"Okay," Yu Lei responded, the duo engrossed in their own world of banter.

"What the hell!?" Feng Ruoyan's frustration reached its peak, a sense of disbelief mingled with nausea as she watched the interaction. It was like being force-fed dog food, an experience far from pleasant.

"Hey, tell me about that ability!" She suddenly slammed her hands on the table, her voice demanding an answer.

Confusion danced across both Yu Lei and Zhang Wei's faces, the sudden outburst catching them off guard.

"?" Yu Lei leaned in closer to Zhang Wei, seeking an explanation, her brows furrowing in puzzlement.

Somehow, Feng Ruoyan's anger surged, the situation a simmering pot threatening to boil over.

Meanwhile, Zhang Wei found the situation highly entertaining, reveling in the unfolding drama.

Yu Lei sensed the mounting rivalry between them, ready to back Zhang Wei if needed, the unspoken tension promising an imminent clash.

The restaurant buzzed with an unusual tension as Feng Ruoyan's frustration clashed with Zhang Wei's indifference. It was a standoff, a battle of wills between two formidable individuals.

Zhang Wei kept his focus on feeding Yu Lei, maintaining the façade of casual disregard for Feng Ruoyan's presence.

He glanced at Yu Lei, "Wife, would you like some more soup?"

Yu Lei nodded, oblivious to the storm brewing, "Yes, please."

Feng Ruoyan couldn't contain her agitation any longer, "I'm talking to you!"

Zhang Wei sighed dramatically, looking up at her finally, "Oh, I'm sorry. Were you saying something?"

A surge of annoyance coursed through Feng Ruoyan, but she clenched her fists, determined not to lose her cool. "Your ability! Tell me about it!"

Yu Lei chimed in, her tone somewhat playful, "Ability? What ability are you talking about?"

Feng Ruoyan glared at Yu Lei, realizing she was being deliberately kept in the dark. "You two are playing dumb, aren't you?"

Zhang Wei smirked, "My dear, we're just enjoying a meal. If you have a problem, take it up with management."

Feng Ruoyan's patience snapped like a taut wire.

She stood up abruptly, her face reddened with frustration and anger. "You're testing my patience!"

Yu Lei, seated comfortably on Zhang Wei's lap, chimed in, "You should listen to him. He's quite good at that."

"Ugh!" Feng Ruoyan was on the verge of pulling her own hair out, overwhelmed with frustration, before she let out a defeated sigh and stormed out of the restaurant.

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Witnessing her departure in a huff, Yu Lei turned to Zhang Wei, a curious glint in her eyes. "Husband, she ran away."

"Mm-hm," Zhang Wei acknowledged, his thoughts already drifting away from the encounter.

Feng Ruoyan was simply too arrogant for his taste.

"So, are you still hungry?" he asked, refocusing on the present.

Yu Lei's eyes lit up with enthusiasm as she nodded instantly.