Manipulative Harem God

After resolving the situation with Lisa, Zhang Wei discreetly dropped a message to Wang Liang, urging him to gather every piece of information available about Xu Qing. That woman needed a lesson in humility—she should learn not to touch a dragon's reverse scale.

In Zhang Wei's eyes, a tier-1 actress like her was expendable, and no one would bat an eye if she happened to fall off a cliff tomorrow.

But as he delved into his scheming, a chuckle escaped him for reasons even he couldn't entirely fathom.

Lisa and Xiong Mei exchanged glances, intrigued by Zhang Wei's sudden amusement. They shrugged it off, with Xiong Mei deciding to engage Lisa in conversation, aiming to learn more about her and her homeland, Nithelia.

Xiong Mei, however, wasn't just making casual conversation—she was also subtly assessing Lisa's attitude.

After all, she couldn't allow any potential threats to linger near Zhang Wei.

He was her man now, and she needed to ensure that everyone around him could be domesticated, just like her—a tamed cat.

Meanwhile, Zhang Wei continued to chuckle to himself, leaving even the system puzzled. [Host, what happened to you? Are you going insane already?] the system inquired, struggling to comprehend the sudden shift in Zhang Wei's demeanor.

'No, it's not that...'

[Then what is it?]

Zhang Wei's gaze turned reflective, reminiscent of a few years past. 'I used to perceive that women have it easy. They could tread through life's challenges, secure in the knowledge that someone would always stand behind them, ready to bail them out if things took a downturn.'

[What changed now?]

A contemplative silence enveloped Zhang Wei before he broke into a wry smile. 'Today, I found myself doing the very thing I used to criticize. Ordinarily, Lisa should have learned a valuable lesson. I entrusted her with a seemingly straightforward task, one she couldn't fulfill. Yet, in the end, she was bailed out by me... Huh? I once believed it was NGOs, governments, boyfriends, sons, or brothers that would come to their rescue, but I was wrong! It's the men who often play the saviors... Every time... When the tide turns against them, there will invariably be a man poised to catch them from the precipice of failure... It's a tale of men becoming the unwitting adversaries of their own kind.'

[So...? It has been an enduring truth since the dawn of mankind. What's your conclusion, host?]

'That's precisely my point. I can get entangled in these dynamics, but without power, all the women and riches would be snatched away, just as they were from countless kings and emperors in the past... And just as I would snatch from them!' A sudden, ruthless glint illuminated Zhang Wei's eyes.

Women perennially played the role of manipulators from behind the scenes throughout history, yet men were no different. They waged battles for power and conquest, and Zhang Wei now grasped that if beauty was the coveted jewel for women, power held an equivalent allure for men!

The insatiable desire for more power burned within him stronger than ever. Unfortunately, no matter how he pondered, he couldn't discern additional avenues to attain it!

Extracting points from Feng Xinyue and then exchanging them with the system for power was a painfully slow process; time wasn't a luxury Zhang Wei could afford.

Preparation needed to be meticulous and done well in advance. He had to stay one step ahead, aware that enemies could emerge at any moment.

What initially seemed like a game and play was evolving into something serious, and oddly, more interesting at the same time. The realization drew a chuckle from Zhang Wei—a cruel laugh that hinted at the impending downfall of his enemies. The abyss awaited those who dared to cross him.

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"Again?"

Zhang Wei arched his brows in mild surprise, mirroring the collective reaction of the onlookers outside. Once more, the presence of Zhou Jiajia's entourage became apparent, apparently in the process of checking into the hotel.

In this recurrent moment, fleeting eye contact between Hu Ning and Zhang Wei created a tension, her expression earning a subtle frown from him before they both turned their attention elsewhere and entered the hotel.

A chuckle escaped Zhang Wei, a musing reflection on whether this luxurious establishment was the singular option in town or if the threads of destiny had woven this particular coincidence.

"Golden Dragon, huh... Quite a daring name..." Stepping out of the car, Zhang Wei's gaze was drawn to the hotel's emblem, a striking logo that boldly proclaimed 'Golden Dragon.' The name itself was accompanied by a majestic golden dragon motif, intricately circling the text and intertwining with the 'G' in 'Golden.'

"I did a bit of research; it's owned by the son of the Minister of Tourism, who holds significant connections with the other major families in the capital," Lisa shared, offering a brief insight into the establishment's ownership and affiliations.

Zhang Wei nodded, slightly surprised. It seemed Lisa was indeed capable of handling responsibilities. With a bit of training, she could potentially make an excellent secretary.

The presidential suite had already been booked; Lisa had arranged for an executive suite and another standard room in advance. It was clear she intended to stay separately, opting for the normal room away from Zhang Wei and Xiong Mei.

Anticipating potential drama, Xiong Mei watched as Zhang Wei merely took her hand and led her toward the executive suite, showing no inclination to drag Lisa along.

'He let her go...?' Xiong Mei's eyes blinked in stunned confusion.

Why did he change his stance again?

Or was he just that unpredictable?

Something didn't add up, and her attempts to decipher Zhang Wei's behavior only ended up creating chaos in her mind.

Now, she felt she needed medication to untangle the tangled threads of his actions.

Zhang Wei had a straightforward analogy in mind: since Lisa had failed to fulfill the assigned task, she would now need to fulfill the bet of sleeping with him. Naturally, he was only seeking to make the best of the opportunity. Currently successful, he recognized that he wouldn't be able to reap maximum benefits.

As the clock struck 7:00 pm and both had changed into new clothes, the city's temperature, significantly colder than Qingyun or other central parts of Hanland, made itself known. The city lights glittered in the chilly evening.