Manipulative Harem God

Chapter 300 Who is this 'Canary' now?

'What kind of interrogation is this?' the two of them silently questioned, exchanging glances that spoke volumes.

Zhang Wei, seemingly unfazed, sauntered toward the bathroom, unabashedly displaying his family jewels —a casual parade of confidence.

"..."

"..."

As the door swung shut, concluding the peculiar fashion display, an unspoken duel of glares erupted between Yu Lei and Xie Meirong. The atmosphere crackled with tension, akin to the repulsion of similar magnetic poles.

The room hung in suspense, awaiting the next move in this unanticipated showdown.

Xie Meirong lounged on the bed, her posture exuding both confidence and mischief. With a sultry smile, she broke the silence, "You have a good taste."

Yu Lei, never one to back down, shot back with a smirk, "You too."

The ambiguous exchange left Lin Ruoxi puzzled, her curiosity intensifying as she observed Xie Meirong reaching for the pillow that had cradled Zhang Wei's slumber.

With deliberate theatrics, Xie Meirong brought the pillow to her nose, inhaling deeply—a taunting spectacle aimed squarely at Yu Lei.

A flush of realization colored Lin Ruoxi's cheeks, but before she could fully process the scene, Yu Lei, far from amused, took deliberate steps toward Xie Meirong, her expression stern and determined.

Seated lazily but ready for whatever might unfold, Xie Meirong exuded an air of nonchalant confidence, setting the stage for an imminent clash between these two women.

Yu Lei, standing at the bed's edge, opted for a different tactic. Instead of engaging in a direct confrontation, she grabbed the edge of the bedsheet, asserting her territory with a decisive, "This side is mine, you can have that one," before violently shaking the bedsheet.

"Wh—ouch!"

Caught off guard, Xie Meirong tumbled down from the bed, expressing her discomfort with a mix of surprise and a yelp of pain. Angrily standing up, the objects around her started to float, shaken by the intensity of her emotions.

Xie Meirong, "Are you insane!?"

Undeterred, Yu Lei unapologetically declared, "Yes," as she conjured a fireball in her hand, the room's temperature rising.

Xie Meirong, though surprised by this unexpected display, couldn't help but grin, realizing the fireball posed no real threat.

Locked in a silent confrontation, their eyes spoke volumes, each woman daring the other to make a move.

The tension was shattered by Zhang Wei's irritated voice from the bathroom, "What are you two doing outside?" Opening the door with his head still dripping water, he surveyed the surreal scene that awaited him.

"We are having a conversation," Yu Lei stated, his body flinching slightly as he glanced back at him, a polite smile on his face.

"A peaceful conversation," Xie Meirong smiled charmingly towards him, her eyes sparkling with warmth.

Zhang Wei nodded, his intense gaze sweeping over both of them. "Doesn't look peaceful to me." Both Yu Lei and Xie Meirong felt a chill run through their bodies under his discerning eyes, before he abruptly closed the door behind him, leaving them alone with a warning.

Swoosh!

The flame in Yu Lei's hand flickered and died, its glow extinguished, while simultaneously Xie Meirong carefully set aside the objects she had been levitating with her psychic powers.

"You can make things fly...?"

"You can create fire...?"

Almost simultaneously, they both spoke, their eyes widening with surprise and intrigue.

'Am I the only one here who's normal...?' Lin Ruoxi pondered to herself, a mix of relief and gratitude washing over her. At least she wouldn't have to get involved in these types of confrontations!

Ring... Ring...

The palpable tension in the room shattered as the phone jolted to life, piercing the silence with its insistent ring.

All three pairs of eyes snapped toward the phone resting on the bed, the continuous ringing a interruption in their uneasy atmosphere.

It belonged to Zhang Wei, and a mix of curiosity and apprehension flickered across their narrowed gazes as they took note of the caller's name.

"Canary?" Xie Meirong and Yu Lei muttered simultaneously, their voices laced with confusion and exchanged strange glances that mirrored their perplexity.

Xie Meirong couldn't help but break the silence. "Aren't you going to answer it?"

Yu Lei shook her head firmly. "That's not my phone."

A flicker of realization played across Xie Meirong's widened eyes as she finally grasped the significance. A faint smile adorned her face as she cautiously probed, "It's still his, isn't it?"

Yu Lei retorted calmly, rejecting the clamor of the ringing call. "What if his another wife suddenly emerges like you?" Ignoring the persistent interruption, she purposefully gathered her belongings, determined to extract only what she desired from the room.

"..."

Xie Meirong was rendered speechless, her lips pressed tightly together in disbelief.

Earlier, she had believed that Zhang Wei had successfully manipulated this woman to avoid shura fields, but now it was clear that the woman had been well aware that the 'canary' might just be a woman in disguise.

Little did Xie Meirong know, Yu Lei's aggression was solely focused on her, driven by reasons that had been strategically placed.

This woman had brazenly attacked him before, and Yu Lei couldn't even fathom what she might do in the future.

As they spoke to Leng Yan and learned of the events from the previous day, a realization dawned upon them. Xie Meirong's seemingly amiable facade might just be an act, carefully crafted for this very moment.

Zhang Wei had a knack for attracting beautiful women, but what if his charm was just an act, a ploy to find his next victim?

If Xie Meirong could read the thoughts swirling in the woman's mind, she would undoubtedly feel a strong urge to shake some sense into this overly concerned and misplaced individual.

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In the dead of night, in a desolate corner of the city, Wu Xue sat down to enjoy a seemingly peaceful dinner.

However, her tranquility was shattered by her mother's incessant nagging, insisting that she bring her boyfriend home.

As the nagging persisted, Wu Xue couldn't help but imagine herself in Zhang Wei's shoes, wondering what he would do in a similar scenario.

But then, in an instant, her reality twisted and contorted.

Her surroundings blurred, and she watched in disbelief as the fork in her hand defied gravity, hovering in mid-air.

Whoosh!

With a swift, surreal movement, it propelled itself forward, slicing through the atmosphere like a deadly missile, finding its target: Xiu Lan's delicate throat.

*Gasp...*

Fear washed over Wu Xue as her face turned a sickly shade of white.

She forcefully shook her head, trying to dispel the nightmarish image that had materialized before her eyes, each breath coming in ragged gasps.

"What in the world was that?" she wondered, her voice trembling with lingering terror.

Her gaze nervously shifted to her phone, where a notification from Lin Ruoxi awaited her.

Lin Ruoxi: We are going on vacation. Take care of the company for the next week.

"Huh?"

Wu Xue dropped her fork and spoon, a look of indignation crossing her face. "What does she mean? Take care of the company for one week? Hey, miss! That's YOUR company, not MINE—"

Her words trailed off, abruptly halted by a profound realization dawning upon her.

It wasn't Lin Ruoxi's company anymore.

It belonged to Zhang Wei.

Refusing to acknowledge this truth would be akin to neglecting her responsibilities.

With a heavy sigh, Wu Xue reluctantly typed, "Okay, enjoy the trip and take care," her eyes reflecting a mixture of complex emotions.

"I deserve a vacation too..." she thought, tears welling up in her eyes.

Her expression darkened as she realized that she couldn't recall the last time she had enjoyed a proper break.

If only she had the courage to express her desires to Zhang Wei, he would have eagerly gathered everyone and whisked them away to the sunny beaches.

Why was she forced to seek refuge in her parents' home?

Her own house lay in ruins, a casualty of destruction.

Now, she found herself living with Xiu Lan and the old Wu.

Her old residence in the South district offered a haven, an escape from her overbearing mother and the relentless pursuit of arranged marriages.

Little did she realize that even admitting to having a boyfriend would further complicate the situation, adding unexpected twists to her life.

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"Sister Li, how much longer must I endure the solitude outside?" In a different setting, Ye Feng, stationed outside the kitchen window of a particular house, grumbled with a frustrated look.

It wasn't the first occurrence, and the neighbors had grown accustomed to this spectacle.

"Mom, how much longer will you keep Ye Feng in exile?" Li Xiaoyu, her eyes reflecting a hint of concern, questioned.

Li Liying furrowed her brows before determination flashed across her face. "He needs a lesson, until he discloses where he vanished for so many days—no entry for him!"

"Mm..." Li Xiaoyu hummed, casting a fleeting glance at Ye Feng before retreating indoors.

Ye Feng grappled with embarrassment, reluctant to reveal that during this time, he hadn't been enjoying freedom but enduring a stint in jail, courtesy of Zhang Wei.

Yet, he also understood that Li Liying's temper would subside, eventually allowing his entry, relieving him of his current situation.