Manipulative Harem God

Chapter 309 Sugary Mommy gained? Asking for a candy!

"Being a canary is such a hard job..." Xiong Mei sighed dramatically, making Anna's lips twitch.

'Eat, sleep and repeat? How is it hard?' Anna thought, but didn't voice her thoughts out.

Though Xiong Mei wasn't entirely joking, but seirous.

If she dared to disturb him in the midst of his benevolent acts, she might have to face his wrath.

Who knew, it could escalate into another bathing session with him?

Or something even more severe?

Although delaying her return home by a day was manageable, disrupting Zhang Wei was strictly off-limits!

Meanwhile, Emma lingered outside the dressing room, having received a complaint that it had been closed for the past half-hour.

She had a faint suspicion of who occupied the space, so she patiently waited for it to reopen, knowing it cost her several potential customers she could have attended to.

Yet, the commission from the earlier dress compensated for it all.

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Inside the trial room, Zhou Jiajia held her breath, her insides quivering, as she desperately tried to maintain her balance with one hand. With the other hand, she suppressed a moan, her body trembling with mix of pain and pleasure.

"Mm!"

*Pak!*

"Mmmnn!"

*Pak!*

The muffled moans escaped Zhou Jiajia's lips as waves of pleasure coursed through her. Her body was relentlessly pounded from behind, each thrust pushing her closer to her breaking point. Unable to resist any longer, she sank her teeth into her fingers, trying to stifle the sounds of ecstasy that threatened to escape.

With a wicked grin, Zhang Wei intensified his thrusts, delving deeper into her with every movement. His own arousal pulsated, aching for release.

With a final surge of intensity, he climaxed, his essence flooding her core before he withdrew.

As Zhou Jiajia's body adjusted to the overwhelming sensations, a mixture of blood and semen oozed out, trickling down her sacred entrance.

The aftermath left her bottom feeling slightly swollen, as she caugh her breath.

Zhang Wei turned Zhou Jiajia around with a deliberate grace, with a finality that echoed, he offered her a lingering, deep kiss on the lips, causing her pupils to dilate in surprise.

!?

"Mmmnn..."

Feebly, she responded before their lips reluctantly parted. As he seamlessly donned his pants, he turned toward the door, leaving her panting behind.

"Haaa... Haa... Are you leaving?" Zhou Jiajia's voice, weak and breathless, echoed through the place. She sat on the floor, unable to muster strength without his support.

Zhang Wei, without glancing back, spoke with an enigmatic assurance, "We will meet again if fate desires."

*Boom!*

The door closed behind him, leaving Zhou Jiajia in a room now tainted with a bittersweet emptiness. Her gaze wandered over the aftermath of their passionate collision. After a contemplative silence, the door swung open again, inducing a momentary panic. Fortunately, it was Emma.

"Do you need some hel—?" Emma's words halted, frozen not by the disarray inside but by the revelation that Zhou Jiajia was no longer concealed by her disguise.

"... Are you Zara!?" Her mouth fell open in astonishment as the words escaped her subconscious.

Zhou Jiajia, her lips bitten in contemplation, nodded subtly. Emma's jaw dropped to the ground, her disbelief tangible as she clutched her head in astonishment.

In the quiet moments leading up to this scene...

As Zhang Wei stepped into the open air, the system couldn't resist a tease about his dramatic exit, but he brushed it off with a nonchalant wave, his focus solely on instructing the system to keep a watchful eye on her.

Yet, when he emerged, Emma, standing right outside, unveiled the unexpected turn of events. Undeterred, she maintained a facade of professionalism, extending his card with a practiced demeanor. "Sir, your card."

Zhang Wei, his expression a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken secrets, took the card with a nod. "Did you get yourself anything?"

"A bag," Emma replied, a glimmer of honesty in her eyes.

"Take this," Zhang Wei said, producing a handful of bills and handing them over. "Take care of the girl inside, help her clean," he directed, walking purposefully toward Xiong Mei and Anna.

Emma's eyes twitched, cursing inwadly, 'A rich man indeed.' She shook her head in mild disbelief before making her way towards the trial room, where Zhou Jiajia awaited assistance.

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As Zhang Wei guided Xiong Mei into the car, he couldn't help but notice the aggrieved expression on her face. The engine hummed to life as he settled into the driver's seat, his curiosity getting the better of him. "Why the long faces?" he inquired, the purr of the engine momentarily drowning out the city's ambient sounds.

Xiong Mei shot him a blank look. "Are you seriously asking that?" she replied, her lips forming a subtle pout. "We're running late, and now, catching that flight is a distant dream."

Zhang Wei's eyes blinked as he glanced at his watch. "2 pm?" he wondered aloud. The shopping expedition had already eaten into their time, and the moments spent with Zhou Jiajia had only worsened their situation.

Now, they were bound to miss the flight, considering the departure was scheduled for 3:00 pm. Even at maximum speed, reaching Xianghui airport in an hour and a half seemed impossible.

Seeing his furrowed brow, Xiong Mei hastily suggested, "What if we go home for today and catch the flight tomorrow? How about I try on some clothes for you?" Her eyes sparkled with a hint of enthusiasm, a hopeful attempt to lift his spirits.

Zhang Wei, however, wore a discontented expression, grappling with the idea of finding a way to delay the flight.

Wang Liang?

Would he have the sway and resources to make it possible ?

His skepticism lingered, fueled by the realization that these aviation dominions were predominantly under the control of influential figures in the capital.

In the realm of the capital, his thoughts gravitated towards a figure likely indulging in leisure at that very moment.

"Let me make a call," he declared to Xiong Mei, who promptly fell into a hushed stillness, her eyes intently fixed on him.

Meanwhile, across the sprawling cityscape of Longyun, Leng Mei found herself submerged in a sea of documents, each page bearing the weight of potential threats against her and her daughter.

As her discerning eyes traversed the exhaustive list, an exasperated murmur escaped her lips, "This is too much work...!" Casting a glance towards her confidante, Hu Jia, her eyes seeking a lifeline in the midst of chaos.

Hu Jia, however, offered a polite smile that barely veiled the underlying urgency. "Miss, you can't afford to slack off on your work; it's your daughter's safety at stake this time."

Leng Mei flinched at the directness. "B-But even then, it's overwhelming."

Hu Jia maintained her composure. "It wouldn't be this overwhelming if you hadn't left all the work to us and neglected to keep an eye on your competitors and other adversaries." She delicately sidestepped mentioning Leng Mei's habbit for lazing around during her sunbaths, tactfully choosing to emphasize the gravity of the situation.

Leng Mei's face darkened, and just as the tension in the room reached its zenith, her phone abruptly rang. The sudden intrusion jolted her, causing an involuntary jump from her chair.

"Him again?"

Sighing, she reluctantly answered the call, the lingering echoes of the last warning intensifying the atmosphere. "How do you always manage to choose the worst times to call me?" she remarked, her tone a mix of irritation and resignation.

Zhang Wei remained silent, amused by the unexpected turn of events. Before he could utter a word, she launched into a array of her problems, leaving him to question if he had dialed the wrong person. Finally, he interjected, "Are you having period cramps?"

Leng Mei, taken aback, responded with a twitch of her lips. "My whole life has become a cramp... Anyways, what do you need?"

Zhang Wei, deadpan, uttered, "Airplane."

"..." Leng Mei, "...An airplane?"

Is it a metaphor? A riddle?

Or perhaps a candy?

What is he even asking?

On the sidelines, Hu Jia struggled to contain her laughter, recognizing that Zhang Wei was purposefully messing with Leng Mei.

In the end, Leng Mei nodded several times as Zhang Wei clarified his actual request, cleverly deflecting the responsibility onto Hu Jia. "Aunt Jia, contact the aviation ministry and ask them to delay the flight UG 6890 by one hour."

Hu Jia, taken aback by the abrupt request, attempted to rein in the situation. "Miss, we don't need to involve the aviation ministry for such matters," she reminded, urging Leng Mei to exercise restraint.

Leng Mei nodded nonetheless, her understanding of distinctions between mortals and mortal ministerial figures somewhat blurred. To her, they all appeared interchangeable.

Maintaining a composed demeanor, Hu Jia, choosing a more pragmatic approach, delved into the flight information, contacting the airline's headquarters to address Zhang Wei's peculiar request.

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"Done?" Xiong Mei asked, her eyes blinking in disbelief at how smoothly everything had transpired.

Zhang Wei, unfazed, replied, "Yes." His nonchalant demeanor sent a wave of surprise through her, but she maintained a blank expression, seemingly accustomed to witnessing peculiar situations daily.

"Was she also your girlfriend?" Xiong Mei couldn't help but ask.

Zhang Wei, continuing to drive towards Xianghui city, couldn't suppress a laugh. "Quite the opposite."

Xiong Mei, intrigued, questioned, "How?"

Zhang Wei grinned mischievously. "She is my sugar mommy!"

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