Manipulative Harem God

"Mr. Zhang?" Mei Ren voice, tinged with a hint of nervousness, barely rose above a whisper.

In response, Zhang Wei flashed a sly, knowing smile — a smile that seemed to play at the edges of something more devious.

It was a smile that sent an inexplicable shiver down her spine, her heart pounding in a mix of apprehension and confusion.

Before she could react, he leaned in closer, his intentions clear in his piercing gaze, and in an unexpected move, he kissed her forcefully, pushing her off balance and onto the floor.

In the privacy of her suite, as Mei Ren witnessed the might of his dragon for the first time, her thoughts were a maelstrom of pragmatism and unease. 'There is no such thing as a free dinner in the world,' she reminded herself, the weight of her decisions heavy on her shoulders. 'Sacrifices must be made for the greater good.'

A few hours later, the hotel lobby bore witness to a scene that sparked whispered rumors and furtive glances.

As Mei Ren and Zhang Wei made their way through the lobby, a ripple of hushed whispers spread among the onlookers.

"Isn't that Mei Ren? What's happening here?"

"Look how close they are... This is unbelievable!"

"The Councilman's fiancée and him... Can you imagine the scandal?"

Their murmurs, a blend of shock and curiosity, filled the air, underscoring the gravity of the scene unfolding before them.

Mei Ren, leaning heavily against Zhang Wei, moved with a clumsy grace that was uncharacteristic of her usual composure. To the onlookers, the reason behind her unsteady steps seemed all too clear, though none dared voice it aloud.

Reaching the entrance, Mei Ren gave Zhang Wei a parting kiss, bold and unapologetic. It was a gesture that silenced the whispers momentarily, replacing them with stunned silence.

As Zhang Wei turned to leave, the four bodyguards who had earlier confronted them were now on their knees, their expressions a mix of respect and fear.

They bowed their heads, speaking in unison, "Big Brother, please forgive us! We failed to recognise Mount Tai!"

Zhang Wei glanced down at them, his expression one of mild amusement mixed with indifference. "Stand up. Just be more mindful in the future," he said, his voice firm.

With a dismissive but not unkind wave of his hand, he signaled an end to the encounter.

"Thank you, Big Brother! We will remember this lesson!" The bodyguards responded in unison, their voices tinged with a mix of respect and relief. They quickly scrambled to their feet, their movements hasty as they retreated, eager to distance themselves from their earlier misjudgment.

Zhang Wei then turned and walked towards the Range Rover parked across the road, leaving a trail of whispers in his wake. Chen Dong, who had been observing the entire scene, watched with wide eyes, his mouth agape in shock.

As Zhang Wei approached, Chen Dong stammered, "How... How did you manage to... in just a few hours?" His voice was a mix of awe and disbelief.

Zhang Wei slid into the car with a nonchalant shrug. "Sometimes, it's not about time, but about understanding what the other person truly needs," he said cryptically.

Chen Dong sat in stunned silence, his mind reeling from the rapid unfolding of events. As they drove away, the image of Mei Ren's farewell gesture lingered in his mind, a symbol of Zhang Wei's mysterious abilities.

Breaking the silence with a hint of reluctance in his voice, Chen Dong asked, "Where to next?" Deep inside, he yearned to pledge himself to Zhang Wei as a student, to learn his extraordinary skills, but his pride and respect for hierarchy restrained him.

Zhang Wei, perceptive as ever, suggested, "Let's go and see how Liu Ming is faring with his plans against Fan Jun."

Chen Dong, harboring a suspicion that Zhang Wei's intentions stretched beyond this simple visit, nodded. With a mix of curiosity and apprehension, he steered the car towards Liu Ming's location, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts and possibilities.

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In an old, dimly lit warehouse nestled in an abandoned industrial area, its walls echoing with the whispers of secrets.

Inside this scandelous setting, Liu Ming, with a high-tech camera in hand, was perched near a small, obscured window, meticulously recording a scene unfolding inside.

The interior, lit by a single flickering light, revealed a man and a woman in a compromising embrace, their actions a stark contrast to the decrepit surroundings.

Around Liu Ming, his loyal subordinates, Zhao Yu and Liang Bo, stood guard, their eyes occasionally darting to the camera's screen. Zhao Yu, a tall man with sharp features, broke the silence first.

"Can you believe this? That scoundrel Fan Jun, not even sparing his father's woman," he said, his voice a mix of disgust and disbelief.

Liang Bo, shorter and stockier, added with a scornful chuckle, "Just like his father. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Both of them are rotten to the core, can't even believe they are sharing a woman, hehe..."

As they watched, the woman inside gently pushed the man down, kissing him over aggresively.

This prompted Liu Ming to whisper, "Gotcha, this is the evidence we need."

Just then, Zhang Wei, ever silent and observant, materialized behind Liu Ming, tapping him gently on the shoulder. Liu Ming jolted, nearly dropping the camera in surprise.

Gasp!

"Damn, it's you! You nearly gave me a heart attack," Liu Ming exclaimed, his heart pounding.

Zhang Wei asked calmly, his eyes glancing towards the camera screen. "Is that Fan Jun?"

Liu Ming, regaining his composure, nodded. "Yes, and he's dug his own grave this time."

Zhao Yu turned to Zhang Wei, "We're planning to leak this. It's high time people see the true face of Fan Jun and his father."

Zhang Wei's thoughtful gaze lingered on the scene, while Chen Dong, not far behind him, peered through the window as well, his eyes narrowing at the sight of the secretary beside the councilman. "If we release only this footage, it would be a disaster... to their image," Chen Dong observed, his voice low.

Liu Ming, with a smug smile, chimed in, "Tch, if only we had footage of the councilman as well, we could completely destroy them!"

Zhang Wei, with a nonchalant shrug, casually remarked, "I don't think you guys will need to do anything else."

"Hm?" Liu Ming raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued despite his disdain for Zhang Wei.

"Oh, why?" he asked, his tone laced with skepticism. He never really liked Zhang Wei, but out of respect for his cousin Chen Yulan, he maintained a facade of civility.

Chen Dong, equally curious, was about to speak when the ground suddenly rumbled beneath them. Everyone froze, stunned, as Zhang Wei announced with a hint of satisfaction, "Well, I have called the media already. It seems they are here."

At that moment, the sky thundered with the sound of an approaching news helicopter.

The intensity of the sound grew as dozens of cars, speeding towards the warehouse, shook the ground beneath them.

The rapid approach of the media was like a storm descending upon them.