Manipulative Harem God

"Wei Jun, why don't you go back to the hotel?" Sun Qiang proposed, rising from his seat, a sense of determination in his eyes as he decided to search for Hu Ning.

Already equipped with a tracker on her phone, locating her posed little challenge.

Wei Jun, ever the loyal protector, replied, "Young Master Sun, I can't. It's my duty to protect you!"

Sun Qiang placed a reassuring hand on Wei Jun's back, a understanding glint in his eyes. "If you're late, the hotel receptionist might get stolen by someone else, Wei Jun. There are other guards around to look after me, and there isn't really someone near us to threaten me."

Wei Jun hesitated for a moment, the internal conflict visible on his face, before finally nodding in reluctant agreement.

Sun Qiang smiled wryly as Wei Jun departed.

It was a rare occasion for Wei Jun to show an interest in girls, and Sun Qiang couldn't help but secretly hope that his trusted guard would find someone and settle down.

Wei Jun, once a formidable force in tournaments, found himself crippled by injury, rendering him utterly useless. In this dire state, Sun Tao extended a lifeline, offering him shelter and later providing the resources for his recovery.

Recognizing Wei Jun's potential as a guardian, Sun Tao envisioned him as the future protector of Sun Qiang, the sole heir to the sprawling empire.

Not everyone possessed the innate talent for cultivation, and Sun Tao understood that passing on the legacy was the only way to secure its perpetuity.

Now, standing on the precipice of responsibility, Sun Qiang took charge. "You all, come with me!" he commanded the remaining bodyguards. With purpose in his stride, he led them toward the location where Hu Ning was last seen.

As Sun Qiang approached the scene, a palpable tension hung in the air. His eyes narrowed as he spotted a man leaning against the wall outside, casually smoking. Recognition flickered in his mind.

"Isn't he the same person Jiajia was looking for? What's he doing entering that room?"

A prickling sense of unease crept through Sun Qiang as he watched Zhang Wei finish the cigarette, nonchalantly crushing its butt beneath his shoes before disappearing into the same room where Hu Ning was located.

"I-It can't be...haha..." Sun Qiang forced a nervous chuckle, an unsettling premonition settling in. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, a physical manifestation of the anxiety gripping him.

Wiping away the sweat, he took deliberate, measured steps, his gaze unwavering.

He signaled the bodyguards to stay behind him, positioning himself in front of the closed door. Sun Qiang couldn't suppress a deep breath, the weight of the unknown pressing on him as he steeled himself for what lay beyond.

Inside, Zhang Wei assisted Hu Ning in putting on her dress, deftly closing the back zipper. "It's done," he announced.

Hu Ning nodded, a reserved demeanor about her, her legs trembling slightly. Despite her attempt to redress on her own, the realization hit her belatedly, and her muffled struggles caught Zhang Wei's attention.

He re-entered the room to help her, but his eyes twitched as he detected an unwelcome presence. "Who the hell are you!?" Zhang Wei narrowed his eyes, a frown etching his face. The intruder was unmistakably male, leaving Zhang Wei perplexed about who would be spying on them.

Hu Ning, still adjusting her clothes and instinctively pulling the blanket from the bed to cover herself, turned around. "Sun Qiang, what are you doing here!?" she exclaimed, genuine surprise in her voice.

Sun Qiang's eyes widened in shock and anger as he took in the messy state of the room. The realization struck him like a thunderbolt – his plan to check on Hu Ning had backfired spectacularly.

The sight before him suggested that someone else had seized the opportunity to be with his fiancée.

Fury erupted within him, and Sun Qiang's face contorted with rage. He exploded on the spot, his voice a thunderous roar. "Get in here, all of you!" he bellowed, summoning the bodyguards waiting outside.

The urgency in his command left no room for hesitation.

As the bodyguards rushed into the room, Sun Qiang directed his anger at Zhang Wei. "Dislocate his legs and arms! Make sure he can't use them again!" he ordered, his eyes ablaze with wrath.

Zhang Wei, maintaining an infuriating calm, smirked. "Isn't this a bit extreme?"

Sun Qiang's face reddened with rage. "This is no joke! You took advantage of this situation."

Hu Ning, still covering herself with the blanket, interjected, "Sun Qiang, it's not what you think. Let's talk this through."

But Sun Qiang wasn't listening. "Explain yourself, Hu Ning. Why were you in here with him?"

Zhang Wei shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I was just being a gentleman, helping her with her dress. What did you think was happening?"

"H-Her dress!?" Sun Qiang took a step back in horror, eyes wide. "Then why is the room like this!?"

Zhang Wei flashed a sly grin. "Maybe because someone poisoned her, and I heroically assisted her in a life-saving technique, of course... By the way, take this — consolation price!" Zhang Wei received a mysterious gift from the system, promptly taking it out of his inventory and tossing it towards Sun Qiang.

!?

The people in the room were left dumbfounded as a large, green hat materialized out of thin air, soaring towards Sun Qiang and landing squarely on his head.

The absurdity of the situation added a surreal touch to the already tense atmosphere, leaving everyone in the room torn between confusion and laughter.

Sun Qiang, now wearing the comical hat, stared at Zhang Wei with a mix of bewilderment and irritation. "What the hell is this?"

Zhang Wei chuckled, "A gift. Thought you could use a fashion upgrade."

Hu Ning, still wrapped in the blanket, couldn't hold back a giggle, and even the bodyguards exchanged puzzled glances, unsure how to react to the unexpected turn of events.

Sun Qiang, seeing the unmistakable 'green' color of the hat, suddenly understood everything. His expression darkened, and he pointed accusingly, "So you bastard and this... Bitch are playing with me, huh?" His tone carried a mixture of anger and betrayal, his face contorting into an ugly expression.

Hu Ning's expression soured, her frustration evident, but she refrained from uttering a word. 'Why is he provoking him further?' She couldn't help but inhale deeply, fearing that Zhang Wei's actions might lead to both of their graves today.

Zhang Wei swiftly turned around, seeking confirmation from her, "Is he someone important...?"

Hu Ning, taken aback, stated plainly, "He is the son of a minister."

"Oh," Zhang Wei nodded with disinterest.

"You dog, men, and women!! Stop talking among yourselves. Hu Ning, I expected better from you!" With a look of determination and anger, Sun Qiang turned to his guards, "And all of you, what are you waiting for? Go and break his legs and hands already, turn him into a ennuch!"