Manipulative Harem God

A low, satisfied sigh escaped Zhang Wei as he emerged from the steam-laden embrace of the shower. The room, once a hub of activity, now stood eerily vacant, save for the enigmatic presence of Xie Meirong.

His expectant gaze swept the surroundings, the earlier allure of a potential foursome now fading like dissipating mist. A decision lingered in his thoughts—to make a call or not—ultimately settling on the latter.

Seated on the edge of the bed, Xie Meirong, with a subtle smile, extended her slender fingers to retrieve his phone. A curious expression played on Zhang Wei's face as the device glided toward him.

"??"

Confusion etched his features, met with Xie Meirong's cryptic response, "Your canary was calling you. Did you forget to feed her?"

His eyes narrowed as he examined the missed call logs, revealing a call from Xiong Mei. Dialing back, he inquired, "... You called?"

A peculiar stillness hung on the line, setting off his sixth sense. Nighttime calls seldom heralded good news.

Bracing himself, Zhang Wei steeled for the impending revelation, realizing that whatever message Xiong Mei harbored could potentially shatter the tranquil post-shower atmosphere.

"Zhang Wei," Xiong Mei's voice crackled through the line, carrying an unusual weight, like leaves rustling in a somber breeze.

"Yeah, what's up?" Zhang Wei responded, his voice a curious ripple in the quiet.

A brief pause, pregnant with anticipation, followed before Xiong Mei finally spoke, "... I am going to meet my parents tomorrow."

Zhang Wei leaned into the conversation, his imagination soaring. "Oh, where do they live?"

Xiong Mei's response painted a picture in the air. "Northwest, Dongjiang."

Zhang Wei's mind danced with possibilities. Beicheng city to Dongjiang — a single flight bridging the gap.

Just as he expected, Xiong Mei's voice carried a hint of hesitation, like a bird testing the strength of its wings. "...Can you come with me?"

Zhang Wei, the adventurer, declared, "Alright."

"Huh?" Xiong Mei was taken aback, her surprise evident across her voice.

Zhang Wei, like a seasoned pilot, charted the course. "Be ready tomorrow; I'll pick you up."

"Oh, okay." Xiong Mei's voice lingered, and the line was abruptly disconnected, leaving an echo of a deep sigh, as if she had fallen into a soft bed of uncertainty.

"... That was easy..." She muttered to herself, the disbelief in her words coloring the scene with a touch of surrealism.

_____

"We're heading to Dongjiang?" Xie Meirong's inquiry hung in the air as Zhang Wei lowered the phone.

Zhang Wei shot her a glance, a wily smile playing on his lips. "Not 'we.' Tomorrow, you'll be accompanying Yu Lei and the others to Beicheng."

"Hm? I'm not a babysitter. I'm coming with you," Xie Meirong rebuffed the notion.

Zhang Wei countered, "That's not up for discussion. You're following them tomorrow. Meimei and I will arrive in Beicheng on April 9th."

Xie Meirong pressed her lips together, a dramatic pout on her face, but her eyes sparkled. "Are you leaving all those cute girls in my care?"

Under her intense gaze, Zhang Wei felt an unexpected shiver, a reminder of her formidable profession. He reevaluated his decision, saying, "Yes, they're in your care, and any mistakes would earn you a day inside the prison..."

"..."

Xie Meirong fell into an intense silence.

"What kind of coercion is this?" she wondered aloud.

Although she detested the idea of prison, she refrained from arguing. However, his hands slipped beneath the blanket between her legs. Her face involuntarily twitched, "Hubby, if I can't walk tomorrow, how am I supposed to protect your lovely wives?"

Zhang Wei locked eyes with her, "You don't need to walk to protect them."

Xie Meirong's eyes widened as she shivered. 'Does he never get tired?' Cursing in her mind, she was tossed around the room once more, her already aching body rendered completely motionless for the next few hours.

Despite her psychokinetic powers, her body, like any ordinary girl's, reached its limit after being thrown around the room for a few hours, let alone enduring it thrice!

As she lay there, Xie Meirong broke the silence with a mischievous grin, "Hubby, you'll owe me a massage after this, you know?"

Zhang Wei chuckled, "Deal. Start with my legs."

He turned around, and Xie Meirong's face fell as she stared at him in astonishment.

She doesn't meant that!

Zhang Wei teased, "C'mon, start already. What are you waiting for?" His playful tone lingered in the air, challenging her.

Xie Meirong mustered a broken smile, "Oh, I'm just contemplating where to begin. The legs, huh?" She inched closer, her hands ready for the task.

Today, she realized her days in the villa were far from going to be pleasant.

Maybe she never really got out of prison; now, she was just in another prison!

One constructed by Zhang Wei, and there seemed to be no door for exit.

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A thunderous *boom* resonated through the morning air as the sleek yellow Audi R8 roared to life, emerging from the garage with a powerful presence.

Zhang Wei, a man on a mission, had already enlisted Lisa's assistance to secure tickets for their journey to Dongjiang.

The first flight of the day was scheduled to depart from Xianghui in the noon, necessitating an early departure.

As Zhang Wei embarked on his journey in the open convertible Audi, the wind played a lively symphony against his face, infusing an extra layer of exhilaration into his already dynamic life.

The thrill of the drive seemed to mirror the excitement that pulsed through his veins.

[Host, the women knees are giving up to your charm; perhaps consider smiling a bit less.]

"Haha..."

Ignoring the system's commentary with the practiced nonchalance he applied to life's complications, Zhang Wei seamlessly arrived at the penthouse.

There, he smoothly picked up Xiong Mei, leaving Anna in the dust as she followed them behind in the rolls royce.

"Is Sister Anna joining us too?" Xiong Mei glanced behind, spotting a blonde-haired woman with black sunglasses tailing them in another car.

That woman happened to be Xiong Mei's bodyguard and caretaker.

Zhang Wei assured, "No worries; she's being compensated well for her role, and this car isn't spacious enough for gifts."

"Gifts?" Xiong Mei mused, surprise lighting up her face.

Zhang Wei clarified, "You're heading home to honor your ancestors, right?"

Xiong Mei nodded, her wide eyes blinking. Indeed, the Qingmeng festival was on April 5th, motivating her to bring him home.

Zhang Wei added, "Going back without presents?"

Xiong Mei, now thoughtful, pondered for a moment, "A red envelope would work as well..."

Zhang Wei teased, "Your sister wouldn't be too happy after knowing that you are so stingy."

"Huh?" Xiong Mei, taken aback, questioned, "You know my sister?"

Zhang Wei shook his head, "I don't know. You just mentioned once that you had a younger sister."

"Hm..." Xiong Mei pondered, realizing that might indeed be the case.

Her eyes flashed with complexity as she evaluated his overenthusiasm regarding her sister. Despite her initial skepticism, she sighed, thinking, 'Maybe it's for the best.'

Navigating the complexities of securing a strong position alone had been overwhelming, especially with new "flies and bugs" attracted to him every day.

The idea of joining forces with her sister started to consolidate in her mind. Behind her composed exterior, her thoughts were decisive.

The allure of money gradually lost its grip on her after living with him for a while. Zhang Wei, she acknowledged, had far more to offer. Now, Xiong Mei yearned to hug the brother's thigh and stay there permanently.

A life of comfort, where she could sleep, eat, and sleep again.

Of course, there were downsides.

Once in a while, she might not be able to walk for a few days. Yet, considering the number of women in his life, that inconvenience would likely occur only a few times in a month.

[Host, be cautious.] The system's sudden caution echoed in Zhang Wei's mind.

'Hm? Why?' he wondered.

[You're becoming too irresistible for these mortal women – money, power, looks; you possess everything they desire. Do you want a line of them chasing after you?]

Zhang Wei casually glanced to the side, discovering Xiong Mei lost in her thoughts with a blush gracing her face.

'What could she be thinking, system?'

[You really want to know...?]

Zhang Wei affirmed with a nod.

The system revealed, [Then listen, Host! She wants to give you a baby!]

!!

"Cough! Cough! W-What did you say!?" Zhang Wei, taken aback, asked in astonishment.

Xiong Mei, alarmed, questioned, "Zhang Wei!? Are you alright?"

Zhang Wei, recovering from the revelation, chuckled nervously, "Yeah, yeah, just swallowed the wrong way. Nothing serious."

Xiong Mei, a mixture of concern and embarrassment on her face, muttered, "Don't scare me like that."

The system interjected, [Host, remember my advice. Be cautious.]

For the first time, Zhang Wei found himself genuinely grateful for the system, appreciating the control it granted him over the timing of potential pregnancies.

Xiong Mei, in his eyes, was still young and somewhat clueless, so he hadn't considered her capable of any cunning moves that might lead to an accidental pregnancy.

However, when it came to Xie Meirong, he couldn't dismiss the possibility that she might be more than happy to orchestrate such a situation.