Manipulative Harem God

Chapter 297 The cunning Xie Meirong!

"It's fixed!" Xie Meirong exclaimed, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she meticulously reassembled each shattered fragment of the glass mirror, piecing it back together like a jigsaw puzzle.

Zhang Wei nodded, acknowledging her skill in restoring the mirror. With great care, he extended his hand over the repaired glass, feeling the latent energy within.

As he attempted to tap into its hidden potential, a resonance surged from within the mirror, causing a satisfied smile to play upon his lips.

He inquired, 'What do I need to do to start cultivating those ugly insects inside?'

The voice of the system responded promptly, offering a solution, [Host, simply purchase a Gu insect and infuse it with your internal energy. Over time, they will multiply.]

Zhang Wei wasted no time, swiftly converting his accumulated essence into points and acquiring a single Gu insect.

He placed it inside the mirror, reluctant to handle the creature, even though it lacked the repulsiveness of other insects.

Xie Meirong's eyes widened in amazement as the seemingly ordinary mirror underwent a sudden and magical transformation before her very eyes. She couldn't help but question her perception, silently wondering, "Was it always like this?"

However, her curiosity was swiftly replaced by impatience as she turned her attention back to Zhang Wei. Her voice held a note of urgency as she asked, "If you're done, can we go home now, hubby?"

Zhang Wei furrowed his brow, momentarily forgetting her presence as he pondered the situation. It dawned on him that she had a favorable status, and the idea struck him: he could teach her cultivation, thereby entrusting her with the daily task of channeling energy into the mirror.

Unbeknownst to Xie Meirong, this idea was taking shape in Zhang Wei's mind, and her instincts began to tingle with unease, though she couldn't quite pinpoint the source of her disquiet. She remained there, her expression a blank canvas, yet to comprehend the plans he had brewing for her.

With remarkable speed, Zhang Wei stashed the entire mirror into his inventory, leaving Xie Meirong further mystified. In her eyes, the mirror vanished into thin air, leaving her dumbfounded.

Zhang Wei's voice snapped her back to reality. "Where is the other part of the mirror?" he inquired, his gaze once again fixed on her.

"Other part?" Xie Meirong's reaction was a brief freeze, her eyes filled with hesitance.

Zhang Wei, sensing her reluctance, altered his question, "Where did you even acquire this mirror?" His suspicions were piqued since it shouldn't ordinarily be in her possession, even if it was just a part of it.

"Can we discuss this after returning home?" Xie Meirong proposed, sensing an impending interrogation.

Zhang Wei further narrowed his eyes, regarding her with a deepening sense of suspicion. "Isn't this your home?" he asked, puzzled.

The location they were currently in was, in fact, her villa—the very place they had come to promptly repair the heavenly mirror, ensuring each small piece was carefully restored.

Xie Meirong met his piercing gaze, her expression unfazed, and then brightened with a smile. "Our home!" she cheerfully reminded.

Zhang Wei, "..."

Zhang Wei refrained from pressing her for answers at that moment, deciding instead to take her back to the North District. As he drove, he couldn't help but be taken aback by her composed demeanor.

She sat in the co-pilot seat with a surprising air of innocence, her hands neatly folded in her lap, her posture exuding a kind of grace and nobility that was hard to ignore.

The sudden realization struck him that her status had undergone a change, and her Psychokinesis (PK) was now at level 4, while his own remained at level 1.

Initially, he had dismissed the disparity, thinking that it wouldn't make much of a difference. After all, he felt powerful enough to deal with distant threats and manipulate moderately heavy objects.

Yet, when it came to mending the heavenly mirror, he had unintentionally shattered it further, abruptly recognizing that his control over his abilities was far from proficient.

It was evident that improvement in this aspect was imperative if he wished to wield his powers with greater control.

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Upon their return, Zhang Wei issued a stern warning to Xie Meirong, his tone conveying a clear message. "Don't-create-any-mess... Or you are going back to your villa!"

He harbored a deep sense of distrust toward this enigmatic woman.

How could he trust someone who played with the lives of others, using their corpses as tools for her twisted art?

Zhang Wei found himself in an unexpected role as he attempted to discipline Xie Meirong, an task that left him with a headache.

It felt like trying to control an unruly child.

While he was scolding and restraining Xie Meirong, who seemed filled with enthusiasm as she roamed the garden pathway, the other occupants inside the house observed the scene with complicated expressions.

Lin Ruoxi, watching from inside, exchanged a concerned look with Guo Xiaomei. "Should we go out and help him? He looks like... he's struggling."

Guo Xiaomei hesitated, casting an uneasy glance at the lively Xie Meirong. "I want to help, but... I don't think I want to get too close to her."

Meanwhile, Yu Lei observed the situation from the safety of the living room, her expression subtly painted with concern. "He really has his hands full with her, huh?.."

Lin Ruoxi nodded, her worry etched on her face. "I hope he can keep her under control. We don't need any more trouble with her around."

In the garden, Zhang Wei continued to navigate the delicate task of managing Xie Meirong's enthusiasm, all the while grappling with the fact that they now shared their home with a woman with the hobby of collecting beautiful corpses in part time.

Just when Zhang Wei thought he had successfully managed to get Xie Meirong inside and under control, she suddenly halted in her tracks, her expression shifting from complacency to surprise.

Her wide eyes held a tinge of disbelief as if she had just remembered something incredibly important.

"Eh? I forget it," she murmured with a look of astonishment. "Hubby, aren't you going to properly welcome me?" She turned her gaze toward Zhang Wei, who couldn't help but chuckle with a self-assured sneer.

He extended his foot slightly and pointed to his legs, signaling that the only welcome she would receive from him was a swift kick out of the house.

Unfazed by his less-than-warm reception, Xie Meirong dashed outside in haste. Her nimble fingers clutched her dress, ensuring it didn't get spoiled in the process.

Inside the house, Lin Ruoxi's curiosity was piqued. "What is she trying to do now?" She watched Xie Meirong with a bemused expression as the woman scurried around the garden, carefully plucking flowers and arranging them into a makeshift bouquet.

"Such nice little cute dreams..." Yu Lei, on the other hand, let out a resigned sigh pursing her lips in a pout.

She shook her head and reached for the TV remote, her interest in the unfolding drama outside waning.

She knew better than anyone that earning even a modicum of appreciation from Zhang Wei was a Herculean task.

The notion of him presenting flowers or any other form of a warm welcome to Xie Meirong seemed like nothing short of a whimsical dream.

"Sigh..." Yu Lei extended her legs over the table, reclining comfortably on the plush couch as she indulged in her preferred TV show. Feng Xinyue sat nearby, contentedly immersed in her own activities.

It wasn't just them; even Lin Ruoxi and Guo Xiaomei began to lose interest in the ongoing spectacle. Little did they know that Xie Meirong had already calculated that no welcoming gesture from Zhang Wei was forthcoming.

She had chosen to take matters into her own hands.

"Here!" Xie Meirong returned in an instant, presenting the bouquet she had hastily arranged to Zhang Wei for him to hold.

Then, with an faint smile, she darted outside once more, leaving everyone curious and bewildered.

Her figure disappeared from their view as she moved toward the side of the house, shrouded in mystery.

Just as their curiosity reached its peak, Xie Meirong emerged from her hiding spot, her expression one of sheer surprise.

"Hubby!" she exclaimed with an exaggerated exuberance.

With an infectiously wide smile, she strolled back inside and enveloped Zhang Wei in a tight hug, leaving him momentarily baffled by her antics.

"You are so great, husband! Waiting for me with flowers! Hubby, you're the best! I knew you couldn't live without me," she proclaimed while clinging tightly to him, much to Zhang Wei's disbelief.

It all became abundantly clear to him now—the strategy, perfectly executed, left no room for ambiguity.

To any outsider, it would appear as if Zhang Wei had indeed been waiting with open arms, eagerly welcoming her home.

Lin Ruoxi muttered in disbelief, "No way..." Her years in the business world had never exposed her to such a level of deception.

Feng Xinyue marveled, "Woah...."

Yu Lei murmered, "Amazing..." She couldn't help but admire Xie Meirong's cunning performance and take notes.