Manipulative Harem God

Zhang Wei responded, "Yes, the art of war — in bed."

Not one to delay gratification, Zhang Wei wasted no time; he believed the eager girl was eager to climb on his bed, so why delay?

As his arms enveloped her slender waist, his touch moving to her full thighs, he admired her figure and captivating face.

Her breasts pressed firmly against his chest, adding another layer to the already complete package.

!!!

Wang Li flinched as his words pierced through her defenses; she had braced herself for his shameless advances, but the raw directness of his speech left her feeling exposed and vulnerable, like a flower stripped of its petals by a sudden gust of wind.

"S-Senior brother, perhaps I should come later?" Her voice wavered as she tried to extract herself from his grasp, her gaze shifting awkwardly to avoid his penetrating stare, only to find her hands firmly held in his.

"Why later?" His eyes twinkled mischievously as he spoke, a smirk playing on his lips as he glanced towards the open door.

To her surprise, Chen Yulan still lingered there, a silent witness to their intimate exchange, her presence casting a shadow over the moment like a looming storm cloud.

"Haoron is watching us!" Wang Li blurted out, desperation creeping into her voice as she scrambled for an excuse. She had only intended to playfully tease him, but now the tables had turned, and she found herself on the defensive.

Her grandfather's words echoed in her mind: as long as Zhang Wei's eyes were upon her, she would ascend to great heights in the future.

But Wang Li resisted the notion; she believed in the power of her own body to charm any man.

And yet, here she was, swaying under the brother's charm, her resolve weakening with each passing moment.

Zhang Wei's gaze shifted, landing on Wang Haoron, who stood near the car, his expression stormy.

The sight of his younger sister engaging flirtatiously with the very man who had stolen his love left a bitter taste.

His feelings churned with complexity—far from jealousy, it was sheer fury that colored his thoughts.

Why was fate so cruel to some?

Caught off guard, Wang Li found herself abruptly released by Zhang Wei, who turned away with a finality that allowed no room for protest. "Whatever, go back and work diligently then," he uttered, his voice laced with a dispassionate coolness that sent a jolt of surprise—and an unfamiliar sting of rejection—through her.

Was she just rebuffed?

Confusion and a hint of wounded pride swirled within her as she processed the sudden shift in their interaction.

Without another word, she retreated to the sleek red Ferrari, where Wang Haoron awaited, equally eager to leave the discomfort of the moment behind.

Together, they drove off, minds already turning to the tasks ahead. The seeds of a plan began to germinate—a collaborative effort with the Wang family to target the Song family, and distribute the spoils!

_____

Poof!

With a mischievous grin, Zhang Wei playfully pinched Chen Yulan's cheeks between his fingers, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "What are you sulking here for?" he teased, watching as her brows furrowed slightly in annoyance.

"I'm noooot suuulkiinng," she protested, her voice muffled by his fingers squeezing her cheeks together.

Zhang Wei eased his grip just a bit. "Tch, are you eating vinegar standing here? And still not admitting it."

Chen Yulan remained silent for a moment, her gaze fixed on him with a blank expression before unexpectedly nodding.

Then, her delicate hands moved to fix his shirt, her slender fingers deftly closing the buttons. "Keep it closed," she advised in a tone laced with seriousness. "Otherwise, women will swarm over you like butterflies. Don't show off your body too much..."

"...That fat one over there could be your mother's age, yet she eyed you provocatively the whole time, and another woman shamelessly climbed onto the table," she stated, her eyes gleaming in satisfaction as if giving him a taste of his own medicine.

"..." Zhang Wei found himself unexpectedly rendered speechless by this typically 'tamed' woman; was she rebelling?

If Zhao Hongyan heard her being called fat, Chen Yulan might have to run for her life.

Yet, Zhang Wei, upon hearing her words, wasn't angered but rather amused.

He gently pressed the back of his hand against her forehead. "Are you feeling sick? Today you seem to be spouting nonsense."

Chen Yulan was left speechless, retorting, "...Learned from best — you."

"..."

"..."

Zhang Wei remained silent, his expression unreadable.

"Let's go inside. We're drawing too much attention out here," he declared, seizing her hand and leading her indoors.

Chen Yulan trailed behind, silent but visibly tense, her lips pressed into a tight line, her cheeks slightly flushed with suppressed frustration.

Once they were inside and the door closed, Chen Yulan turned her cheeks towards Zhang Wei, bracing herself for a beating.

"Hm?" Zhang Wei's confusion was evident. "What do you want?"

"Do it quickly. I need to water the plants," Chen Yulan snapped, her cheeks puffing out with subtle irritation.

Zhang Wei's expression shifted to one of utter bewilderment. "??"

Yu Lei's voice was barely above a whisper as she mused, "Hmm... Rebellion... Interesting." She lounged on the plush sofa, the soft glow of the television illuminating her delicate features as she indulged in a plate of ripe, juicy fruits.

But as Zhang Wei entered the room with Chen Yulan, her focus shifted in their direction, though her hands continued to absentmindedly reach for the food beside Zhang Wei - her eternal love for food evident.

With each grape she ate, she couldn't help but imagine miniature versions of Zhang Wei dancing in her eyes.

It was a secret fantasy she kept to herself, a whimsical delight she chose not to share with anyone else.

A soft, almost mischievous chuckle escaped her lips as she plucked another grape from the plate. 'The only thing I would ever eat is you,' she thought, savoring the thought before popping the grape into her mouth. "Mmmngh~ My husband is inside me... Huff..."

Fortunately, her peculiar expressions and inner monologues went unnoticed as Zhang Wei and Chen Yulan were engrossed in their own conversation.