Manipulative Harem God

Chen Yulan stood there, feeling a flush creeping up her cheeks. "You!..." Her voice wavered with embarrassment. "Why do you insist on making people like you?" She blurted out, unable to contain her frustration.

Zhang Wei's eyes narrowed, irritation evident in his voice. "Because I can make them," he retorted sharply, his patience wearing thin.

With a huff, Zhang Wei continued, "You need to accept that people change, including you and me. And please, stop disturbing my peaceful sleep. If you're so capable, you might as well climb over and be of some use."

Chen Yulan was taken aback, feeling the sting of his words. Why was she being scolded like this, one after the other?

Zhang Wei's tone softened slightly as he offered a piece of advice, "When speaking to someone, look them in the eye. And stop peeking when I'm around. Some things in here are better left unseen."

As Zhang Wei's words sank in, Chen Yulan couldn't help but grumble inwardly.

If those things weren't meant to be seen, why did he do them in her room?

She certainly didn't have the habit of peeking.The source of thɪs content is ɴovᴇl(ꜰ)ir(e).nᴇt

Rustle...

Zhang Wei waited with a subtle smile, anticipating Chen Yulan's next grumble. Suddenly, the sheets rustled, and she slipped under the quilt beside him, catching him off guard.

"?" Zhang Wei's confusion grew as she drew closer, her face hovering mere inches above his, arms enveloping him tightly.

Drop...

In a moment that exceeded all expectations, a single tear glistened in Chen Yulan's eye before trickling down his shirt. "Okay, are you seriously going to cry about this?" Zhang Wei couldn't resist teasing, a playful smile dancing on his lips.

But if she thought he'd soften just because tears fell, she was sorely mistaken.

Chen Yulan's voice trembled as she confessed, "I-I am pregnant."

!?

Zhang Wei's surprise quickly morphed into a furrowed brow. "Then why cry? Is it really something worth shedding tears over?" His initial amusement melted into a faint smile.

Chen Yulan vigorously shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I-I don't know... I-I don't understand... Why?"

Witnessing her profound confusion, Zhang Wei grasped the gravity of the situation.

Now carrying his child, she was scheduled to marry in December. If she broke off the marriage, it would expose her infidelity, shattering the impending marriage, more importantly her character would be lost, as truth would come to light.

Moreover, marrying Zhang Wei was out of the question. And if she didn't call it off—well, that option seemed increasingly untenable.

Chen Yulan's eyes bore into him, a mixture of hurt and confusion evident in her gaze. "Why did you do this to me? Why?" Her voice quivered with emotion as she pleaded helplessly.

Throughout those days, suspicion had gnawed at her, fueled by his initial words. She'd resorted to pills afterward, desperately trying to prevent what she now faced.

Yet, despite her efforts, she found herself in this situation.

As her tough facade cracked, Zhang Wei struggled to stifle his laughter. He couldn't help but find amusement in her denial, as if she were a child refusing to accept reality.

With a mischievous grin, he gently cupped her face. "Come on, it's not that bad."

Chen Yulan's frustration bubbled over, her voice trembling with raw emotion. "No, it's terrible! Everything is a mess!"

"I didn't want this, and now you've given it to me! You're just... just bad!" Her words tumbled out, punctuated by the continuous shaking of her head.

Witnessing her tears and childlike tantrum, Zhang Wei struggled to contain his amusement.

Despite her protests, laughter bubbled up within him. "Don't laugh, it's not funny!" she protested, her reddened eyes betraying her distress.

"Hahaha..." Zhang Wei couldn't help himself; the absurdity of it all overwhelmed him, and his laughter continued, echoing through the room.

His laughter cut off abruptly, replaced by a predatory focus as his eyes locked onto her helpless form, tears staining the sheets beside him. Without warning, he lunged towards her, overwhelming her with his presence.

"!!"

"No—get away from m—uu!" Chen Yulan's protest was drowned out by his forceful advance, her pleas falling on deaf ears as Zhang Wei pinned her down, his lips crashing down on hers with a ferocity that left her breathless.

She struggled against him, her movements desperate and frantic, but he held her in place with an iron grip.

With each unwanted kiss, her resolve weakened, her spirit slowly crumbling beneath the weight of his actions.

Eventually, her resistance faltered, her body going limp with defeat as she let out a defeated sigh.

The frustration of her own weakness gnawed at her, mingling with the bitterness of her helplessness.

As Zhang Wei finally withdrew, leaving her trembling and alone, Chen Yulan could only glare at him, her gaze filled with a potent mix of anger and resentment.

Zhang Wei faced the situation head-on, his lips curling into a smile as he addressed her. "Stop setting a bad example for your daughter. You need to raise her well, like you, or I might just have to take her away from you." His voice was calm, almost detached, as he pulled her into an embrace and stretched out on the bed.

Chen Yulan's mind struggled to keep up with the whirlwind of emotions coursing through her. "I won't raise her like me," she managed to whisper weakly, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart.

"Why not?" Zhang Wei's curiosity was palpable, his gaze searching her face for answers.

"Because of you... You always harass me. I don't want her to end up like me," Chen Yulan replied, her voice tinged with bitterness and resignation.

Zhang Wei was momentarily speechless, his expression a mix of surprise and realization. After a moment, he let out a wry smile. "Whatever. Pack your bags. You're coming back to Qingyun with us, and we're leaving tomorrow."

Chen Yulan was caught off guard by his sudden decision, her mind racing with questions and doubts. "But... What about...?" she began, her voice trembling with uncertainty.

Zhang Wei silenced her with a gentle finger pressed against her lips. "Choose quickly: me or your brother? He can always find some ugly wife to take care of him."

"..." Chen Yulan's breath caught in her throat as she processed his words, the implication sinking in.

She couldn't help but wonder why Zhang Wei had emphasized 'ugly,' but despite her confusion, she nodded in reluctant agreement.