Manipulative Harem God

As Zhang Wei pondered the potential uses of his Life Blood Fusion Art, a sudden, gasping sound broke his reverie.

*Drip...*

His eyes darted around, and he froze as he saw Leng Yan, her hands and legs bleeding profusely. Her horrified gaze was fixed on Xie Meirong, who had just regained her strength.

"Are you trying to kill her?" Zhang Wei's frown deepened as he delivered an incredulous slap to Xie Meirong's forehead.

"Eh?" Xie Meirong ceased her actions, but the damage had been done. Leng Yan had already lost consciousness due to blood loss. Zhang Wei's concern deepened.

Determination etched on her face, Xie Meirong turned to him and declared, "I have to kill her."

Zhang Wei's face turned blank. He had expected cooperation from her after returning her powers, but now she was speaking of murder. He took swift action, grabbing her by the back of her neck and glaring at her with intensity.

"Are you going to heal her or not?"

Xie Meirong flinched and replied hesitantly, "Why would I hea—"

Before she could complete her sentence, she found herself acting against her will, using her powers to mend Leng Yan's wounds. Her astonished gaze was directed at Zhang Wei, who held her firmly by the neck.

"Welcome to your new world. You are my slave now," Zhang Wei declared, his grip unyielding.

Xie Meirong bit her lip, reluctantly looking at him, with her eyes reflecting a strange light.

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As the police car carrying Xie Meirong disappeared into the distance, Zhang Wei muttered under his breath, "I never thought you could be scared of something..."

Leng Yan emerged from the shadows, still visibly shaken. She approached Zhang Wei cautiously, her voice quivering with lingering fear, "You didn't get your body mutilated by her."

Since waking up, she had kept her distance from Xie Meirong, her trust shattered by the violent display she had witnessed.

"Why did you let her go? Isn't she your slave now?" Leng Yan asked, her confusion evident as she tried to grasp Zhang Wei's intentions.

Zhang Wei met her gaze, his expression somber. "I made her my slave to prevent her from causing harm in the future. But if I leave her unchecked, she might become even more dangerous."

Leng Yan regarded him with suspicion, trying to make sense of his decision. "So... you don't want her?"

A wry smile tugged at the corners of Zhang Wei's lips as he reminisced about the intense encounter with Xie Meirong. He shook his head, saying, "Too much trouble. Making her my slave should keep her in check, and maybe we can use her to find out more about the people behind her."

Leng Yan furrowed her brow, still wrestling with her doubts. "So... you mean the bureau won't find anything useful from her interrogation?"

Zhang Wei's response was measured, "I'll let the police handle the interrogation first, but given her unstable mental state, it's hard to predict what she'll reveal. We can't rely on her entirely, not to mention forcing her to speak wouldn't be easy either..."

Leng Yan's expression shifted, a dawning realization that whoever had dared to place a bounty on her must possess substantial influence and a daring disposition.

She decided not to reach out to Leng Mei until she had a better grasp of the situation.

"Do you... want to come home with me?" Leng Yan asked, her voice tinged with a subtle blush and a hesitancy in her gaze. She wasn't accustomed to offering free services, but the thought of him heading to another district late at night weighed on her.

Her home was conveniently close, and she was well aware of the implications of inviting him inside.

Zhang Wei noticed her contemplative look, shaking his head slightly, recognizing her unspoken thoughts.

*Smack!*

With a playful slap on her backside, he brought her back to the present, reminding her, "I still need to drive her to Zhao Hongyan, or that woman won't stop messaging me." His phone buzzed incessantly with text messages and calls from Zhao Hongyan, and Song Shoushan remained sound asleep in another car.

"Take care, then," Leng Yan nodded and headed for her Audi, driving off into the night.

Throughout the drive, Zhang Wei couldn't help but wonder about the series of events that had happened in last few days.

After safely delivering the sleeping Song Shoushan to her house and ensuring she was tucked into her bedroom, he finally allowed himself to relax.

Zhao Hongyan, her eyes slightly glistening with unshed tears, finally found her voice. "Thank you," she whispered, her gratitude pouring forth as the door closed behind them, bringing an end to their exhausting day.

Witnessing the usually composed woman express her thanks with such sincerity momentarily left Zhang Wei at a loss for words.

He cleared his throat, gently gesturing for her to adjust her disheveled attire, leaving Zhao Hongyan somewhat puzzled as she wondered if Zhang Wei had undergone a sudden change of heart and stopped eating flesh.

Their eyes locked in a silent exchange, neither of them knowing quite what to say next. It was Zhao Hongyan who eventually broke the silence.

"Do... You want to stay over?" Her hesitant words brought a smile to Zhang Wei's lips. He had no intention of turning down the offer for a second time in one night.

He placed his hands on her shoulders and responded without reservation, "Where is your room?"

"..." Zhao Hongyan was left somewhat speechless by Zhang Wei's straightforwardness. With a wry smile, she replied, "Aren't you too straightforward?" She continued walking despite his hand on her waist, guiding him to her room downstairs.

Zhang Wei chuckled, "A man needs what he needs, can't shy away from it, can you?"

Zhao Hongyan, both amused and flustered, opened the door to her room, allowing Zhang Wei to enter. She glanced around the space, trying to hide the pink flush on her cheeks. "Make yourself comfortable," she suggested, before turning to face him. "But remember, don't make too much noise. Shanshan is still asleep upstairs."

Zhang Wei grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "The noise part...depends on you." His words left Zhao Hongyan momentarily speechless, finding herself at a loss for the right response.

The best escape route was through the bathroom, and the excuse of taking a shower was her ticket out. As she slipped away, Zhang Wei couldn't resist a quick, appreciative glance at her perfectly sculpted hourglass figure disappearing behind the bathroom door.

Reflecting on all the encounters he'd had with women in the past, Zhang Wei couldn't help but acknowledge that none had possessed the same blend of regal elegance and perfect curves he'd just witnessed. It dawned on him that, despite the looming specter of his eventual demise due to the system, life had its moments. By the time that inevitable end arrived, he would have relished experiences that might take a regular man ages, or perhaps even a lifetime, to accumulate.

He never pretended to be a saint, especially when it came to fulfilling his desires. If acquiring women was the driving force behind his actions, so be it. It was a motive that had propelled him forward effectively.

For him, finding a noble purpose like bringing peace to the world, merely for self-aggrandizement, was a notion that held little appeal. In the end, he would rather embrace the journey of enjoying life's pleasures, rather than obsessing over a grand, self-righteous mission.

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Creak...

The bathroom door slowly swung open, and from its depths emerged a sight that could captivate even the most reserved hearts.

A slender, alabaster foot, like fine marble, touched the floor with an air of elegance.

Following this initial step, a woman materialized, her form wrapped in nothing but a pristine, white towel.

Her hair, half-dried, cascaded down her back, adorned with glistening droplets that clung to the curve of her eyebrows.

In this moment, it was not just men who craved intimacy after a day filled with tension; women could be equally eager. Zhao Hongyan, in her current state, was more than willing to share her desires with Zhang Wei.

As she approached him in a provocative manner, Zhang Wei couldn't help but sit up straight, pulling her closer and sealing the moment with a passionate kiss.

"Mmnnnn..."

Her plush, plump lips now eagerly pressed against his, sending an intoxicating wave of seductive scent coursing through Zhang Wei's being.

His resistance, at its peak, served as an unwavering shield against succumbing to the moment.

Their lips remained locked, their tongues engaged in a passionate dance of desire. Warm breath mingled harmoniously, creating an electric current between them.

As their exploratory hands sought new territory, the intensity of their connection heightened, igniting a fiery longing within them both.

Zhao Hongyan breathed heavily, the towel slightly askew as they parted. Zhang Wei gazed at her flushed cheeks, unable to resist the burning question that had formed within him. "How long has it been?" he inquired, his voice tinged with curiosity.

!?

Zhao Hongyan's confusion dissolved as she locked eyes with Zhang Wei, comprehending the meaning behind his inquiry. A seductive smile played upon her lips as she replied, "Why don't you... discover it for yourself?" Her words dripped with provocation, a hint of mischief.