Manipulative Harem God

The system, inaudible but present, likely raised an eyebrow.

A flicker of disturbance crossed Xiong Mei's countenance. "She does seem troubled by your presence," she remarked with a barely perceptible twitch.

Zhang Wei turned towards her, eyes narrowing with suspicion. "Did you just say something...?"

A conflicted expression played on Xiong Mei's face; she bit her lips and shook her head gently. "Nothing."

Zhang Wei chuckled, his movements fluid and confident. With a graceful sweep of his hands, he effortlessly lifted her from her seat, situating her above him.

"What!?"

Xiong Mei's mouth hung agape in surprise, her eyes widening with a mix of shock and fear as the truck loomed ahead, an imminent threat from the front.

The blaring sound of the approaching truck shattered the moment, its headlights piercing through the darkness. Time seemed to slow as Xiong Mei's pulse quickened, her eyes fixed on the impending danger.

Sreech!

Zhang Wei, behind the wheel, reacted swiftly. With a sudden surge of strength, he swerved the car to the side, narrowly avoiding the oncoming vehicle. The tires screeched against the asphalt, and Xiong Mei clung to her seat, heart pounding.

As the dust settled, Zhang Wei expertly brought the car to a stop. Xiong Mei, still catching her breath, looked at him with a mix of astonishment and gratitude. "Haaah...That was close."

"It was indeed a close call," Zhang Wei remarked, his casual tone contrasting with the lingering tension as he restarted the car.

The words landed like a subtle blow to Xiong Mei's fragile ego. "Can you drive a bit less recklessly?" she responded, her voice carrying a mix of concern and a silent challenge, lost in the hum of the engine.

Continuing their journey, Zhang Wei's gaze remained focused on the road. "What's in the front?"

Xiong Mei's eyes shifted uneasily before narrowing. "A car..."

Zhang Wei nodded knowingly. "And what do you think would happen if it hit us?"

Xiong Mei, "..."

Her silence spoke volumes.

"Is that even a question?" she shot back, her eyes darting to her awkward position above him, exposed in the open car without a roof.

"What's that?" she asked, replying to him in his own language, pointing to the vacant seat.

Zhang Wei raised an eyebrow. "A seat...?"

Xiong Mei nodded, her expression patient. "Right, and what is it meant for?"

"Sitting?" Zhang Wei replied, the uncertainty evident in his voice.

Xiong Mei couldn't help but smile. "Exactly! So, can you please put me back before we find ourselves in another one of these close calls?"

"..."

Zhang Wei fell silent.

Meanwhile, Anna, trailing behind them, was having a challenging day.

Observing the antics of the two ahead, she couldn't help but mutter, "What are they trying to do, kill themselves?" Her lips twitched as she remembered her unpaid salary for April. Sighing, she muttered a prayer, "Please don't crash," not wanting to deal with the aftermath.

Unaware of Anna's musings, Zhang Wei's focus shifted to Xiong Mei's face.

Suddenly, her innocence seemed less apparent, and he felt a swift realization that she was catching up to him, not just in the car, but in a way that felt surprisingly profound.

A sudden "Ouch!" echoed in the car as Zhang Wei ruthlessly flicked Xiong Mei's forehead.

"!!" She instinctively caught her head in protest, only to be met with his cryptic words, "Don't try to run away."

"Run away...?" Confusion danced in Xiong Mei's eyes. Where could she possibly run within the confines of the car, especially with Zhang Wei holding her down over his lap, their safety hanging carelessly in the air?

Zhang Wei leaned in, his voice a low whisper against her ear. "You know what I do to the girls who run away," he stated, the words carrying a mysterious allure.

"Why are you telling me this?" Xiong Mei questioned, her expression a mix of bewilderment and curiosity.

She hadn't entertained the notion of running away; she was simply savoring the thrill of the ride.

Why inject complexity into the moment?

Zhang Wei chuckled, his eyes holding a glint of amusement. "It's future assurance."

"Assurance?" Xiong Mei caught up, nodding slowly. "So... What would you do if I run away?"

"Basement," Immediately, Zhang Wei replied with a casual nonchalance.

"Basement?" Xiong Mei questioned, confusion etched across her face. 'This is random?' she thought, perplexed by the cryptic reference.

Zhang Wei, however, smiled mysteriously, choosing not to clarify his intentions any further.

"Hey, what do you mean by basement?" Xiong Mei pressed for an explanation.

Zhang Wei's response was enigmatic. "You better hope the day shall not come."

A sudden shiver ran down Xiong Mei's spine as Zhang Wei's hand, wrapped around her waist, began to playfully wander.

She struggled slightly, "W-We are in the open." The realization of their situation added an extra layer of urgency to her protest.

Zhang Wei glanced at his watch, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "We still have more than half an hour of the drive..." With a deliberate press of a button, he initiated the mechanism that smoothly raised the roof of the car, creating a cocoon to shield them from prying eyes. A subtle smile played on his lips as he turned his attention back to Xiong Mei.

A sudden sense of foreboding washed over Xiong Mei.

Zhang Wei gestured to her original seat. "Since you like your seat that much, you can go back there..." With careful precision, he guided her back to her seat, squatting over it, confusion evident in her eyes.

'That was easy...' Xiong Mei marveled at the unexpected compliance, a small smile forming on her lips, only to fade as she observed him unhooking his pants and pulling them down.

Zhang Wei, "Come over without disturbing the gear of the car."

_______

While Zhang Wei and Xiong Mei were engrossed in their own shenanigans, Zhou Jiajia found herself intercepted outside by her manager and four vigilant bodyguards standing beside a sleek limousine.

"Hey, who is that woman in black?"

"She looks gorgeous!"

"Wait, are those her bodyguards?"

"That might be, is she an actress?"

"Wait, she's waiting for someone!"

*Click!*

The onlookers swiftly pulled out their phones, capturing the scene unfolding before them.

Amidst the picturesque backdrop, a feminine figure in her mid-twenties stood in front of four imposing bodyguards.

Hu Ning stood outside, her commanding presence demanded attention. With an air of sophistication, she wore a tailored black ensemble that accentuated her graceful silhouette. A pair of sleek, professional glasses framed her penetrating eyes, exuding an authoritative aura. Her dark hair, lustrous and meticulously styled, cascaded down her back with a hint of elegance.

Her shoulders bore a small, circular cut, an intriguing detail that exposed a glimpse of her milky white skin. The sharp contrast between the exposed flesh and her cold, composed face added another layer of allure. Her lips, painted in a seductive shade of red, became a focal point, suggesting a quiet confidence that lingered beneath her tough exterior.

Completing the captivating ensemble, she wore stockings that accentuated the curve of her legs, paired with heels that added a touch of sophistication to each step. The subtleties of her attire, from the exposed skin to the enticing lips and the stylish accessories, painted a portrait of a woman who effortlessly blended power with an unmistakable ancient mysterious allure, leaving a mark on the canvas of the urban scene.

*Tap...*

*Tap...*

Zhou Jiajia, walking slightly weak and awkwardly, came out, supported by Anna, who guided her with a careful hand on her arm.

*Click!*

*Click!*

The realization spread like wildfire through the crowd. "Zara!" The excited chatter began as people snapped photos, their voices rising in a harmonious chorus.

Hu Ning, her manager, spoke urgently, "We need to move quickly, Miss Jia. The crowd is getting intense."

Zhou Jiajia, though weakened, nodded, a determined glint in her eyes. The bodyguards swiftly encircled them, forming a protective barrier against the enthusiastic fans.

"Zara, can we get an autograph?"

"Zara, over here!"

The bodyguards, stern-faced and vigilant, ushered them toward the waiting limousine, creating a path through the fervent crowd.

"Protect them at all costs!"

"Keep the fans at a distance!"

The urgency in the bodyguards' commands matched the fervor of the fans. As the limousine door closed with a resolute thud, Hu Ning, her manager, exhaled a sigh of relief. "Let's get out of here, fast!"

*Vroom!*

The sleek vehicle glided away, leaving behind a flurry of camera flashes and the echoes of Zara's name. The city's rhythm absorbed the scene, and the fans, left momentarily in Zara's wake, continued to buzz with excitement.

As Hu Ning breathed a sigh of relief, wiping her forehead, she couldn't help but glance at Zhou Jiajia, now sitting meekly, avoiding eye contact with a guilty conscience.

'Why is she so silent?' Hu Ning wondered. Zhou Jiajia had never been this docile; she was usually a rebellious girl.

Suddenly, Hu Ning's eyes transformed to a deep shade of blood red for a second, a realization that made her furrow her brows. "You lost your virginity?" she spoke, stunned, the question hanging heavy in the air.

Zhou Jiajia, still avoiding eye contact, mumbled softly, "It was... unexpected."