Manipulative Harem God

Zhang Wei's eyebrows raised in understanding. "So...?" he prompted, his tone implying there was more to this arrangement.

Chen Dong elaborated, "Yes, there are rumors that she's only abiding by her mother's wishes to stabilize the company. The majority of their factories are here in Beicheng, and a political pillar is needed. Some of these factories have been dumping waste in the rivers, causing pollution. They were slapped with a heavy fine in the past, which was later waived off after the engagement became public."

Zhang Wei's gaze shifted upwards to the hotel's logo, recognizing it as belonging to Sun Qiang, the son of Sun Tao at the Ministry of Tourism. "What is she doing coming to this hotel, early in the morning?" he wondered aloud.

Chen Dong replied with a dry laugh, "The mother and daughter seem to be at odds. Mei Ren has rented a suite here and has been living in the hotel for the last few months."

Zhang Wei's lips curled into a sly grin. "Say, brother Dong... If her mother were to get angry and plot a way to get her back home by sending people to attack her, would she believe it?"

Chen Dong's eyes widened in shock. "What do you mean!?" he asked, a mix of concern and curiosity in his voice.

Zhang Wei shook his head dismissively. "It's nothing. Just learn from your senior."

Chen Dong frowned at the blatant evasion but couldn't help his curiosity about Zhang Wei's intentions for meeting Mei Ren so early.

Zhang Wei made a call, but it seemed he was blocked. Shaking his head in amusement, he then dialed Zhou Jiajia, exchanging a few words.

Overhearing the conversation, Chen Dong's eyes twitched. "Is there no end to the amount of women near you?" he retorted, slightly depressed and jealous, pulling out a cigar.

Zhang Wei smiled faintly. "Just watch the show."

Within minutes, a commotion started at the hotel lobby's reception. Mei Ren appeared to be in a heated argument with the staff.

"What did you do?" Chen Dong asked, his curiosity piqued.

Zhang Wei shrugged, adjusting his clothes nonchalantly. "Time to catch the bird."

"Huh?"

Under Chen Dong's stunned gaze, Zhang Wei confidently crossed the road and entered the hotel lobby.

"Is he going for direct confrontation?" Chen Dong's face twitched, a mix of panic and awe at Zhang Wei's bold move.

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Inside the hotel lobby!

Mei Ren, her posture unshaken despite the rising tension, stood her ground firmly. Her sharp, gray eyes, cold and unyielding, were locked in a steely gaze with the hotel staff. "I expect better service in a hotel of this standard. How can you deny me entrance when I have already booked it for an entire year?" Her voice, though calm, carried an edge that cut through the air, demanding attention.

The reception staff, clearly unnerved, scrambled for an explanation. "Miss Mei, there's been a misunderstanding. Your suite is being prepared, but there are certain... protocols we need to follow, given the... um, special circumstances."

"Circumstances? What circumstances could possibly justify this treatment?" Mei Ren's voice rose slightly, her frustration evident. The lobby, buzzing with activity, seemed to pause, the eyes of bystanders drawn to the unfolding drama.

At that moment, four security guards moved in, their approach discreet yet imposing. They encircled Mei Ren from behind, their presence an unspoken threat.

One of them, a burly man with a stern face, spoke up. "Miss Mei, I suggest you calm down. This hotel belongs to Sun Shao, and your status, however significant it might be elsewhere, holds little weight here. We won't tolerate any disturbances."

Mei Ren, turning to face the encroaching security, stood tall, her eyes flashing with defiance. "Are you threatening me? This is outrageous!"

The tension in the lobby escalated, spectators held their breath, wondering if the confrontation would escalate further.

Just then, Zhang Wei made his entrance, his eyes quickly taking in the scene. His gaze moved from the flustered staff to the assertive Mei Ren, and finally to the surrounding security personnel.

Striding confidently towards the center of the commotion, Zhang Wei's presence seemed to shift the atmosphere. The security guards, recognizing him, exchanged uncertain glances.

"Is there a problem here?" Zhang Wei's voice, calm and authoritative, cut through the tension. He stood beside Mei Ren, his stance protective yet relaxed, as if he were accustomed to handling such situations.

The lobby fell silent, all eyes now on Zhang Wei.

'Who is it now?' Mei Ren spun around, initially uninterested, her focus still on the confrontational situation. However, when she registered his face, her expression subtly changed.

!!

She bit her lip unconsciously, a fleeting thought crossing her mind: 'Why isn't my fiancé this handsome?'

The guards, noticing Zhang Wei's intervention, let out a collective, mocking laugh. "Look, someone wants to play the hero," one jeered, his tone dripping with condescendence.

Mei Ren's gaze flickered, her initial intrigue about Zhang Wei tarnished by the guards' laughter. 'Just another arrogant man trying to show off,' she thought, her disappointment briefly shadowing her features.

However, Zhang Wei's reaction was not what she expected. He frowned, his voice firm and commanding. "This is my hotel."

!!

The moment Zhang Wei declared his ownership of the hotel, unrestrained laughter erupted from the guards. One sneered with undisguised scorn, "Sure, and I own the moon." Another joined in, his voice dripping with disdain.

Their mockery grew louder, echoing through the grand lobby. "He's right, brother," another guard jeered, "and I must be the emperor then!"

"Tsk, merely an emperor?" scoffed a third, his voice oozing sarcasm. "I am the celestial ruler of the heavens!" His laughter was loud and confident, echoing off the marble walls.

Amidst their derision, Zhang Wei's expression remained unflinchingly calm, but a cold, sharp glint flashed in his eyes. His voice, steady yet edged with a frosty severity, sliced through their amusement. "Enjoy your laughter while it lasts. You'll soon regret it."

Whoosh!

Suddenly, Zhang Wei sprang into action. His first strike was a blur, his fist connecting with the jaw of the nearest guard. The guard's laughter turned into a confused cry of pain, "What the

—!?" as he stumbled backwards.

The second guard lunged, only to be expertly sidestepped by Zhang Wei. As he crashed to the ground, his baffled voice echoed, "How did he—!?"

Realizing the threat, the remaining guards advanced cautiously, but Zhang Wei was a whirlwind of precision. A swift kick to the third guard's midsection elicited a winded, "Ugh, impossible!" from him as he doubled over.

The fourth guard swung a punch, which Zhang Wei blocked effortlessly, countering with a powerful elbow strike. "No way...!" the guard gasped, disbelief in his voice as he crumpled to the floor.