Manipulative Harem God

Ring... Ring...

In the soft embrace of dawn on the 20th of April, 2023, the serene quiet was shattered by the insistent ring of a phone.

Zhang Wei's brows knotted in irritation, a sentiment echoed in the restless stir of three figures entangled with him under the sheets.

The air, still heavy with the remnants of last night's chaos, held the gentle breathing of Yu Lei, Xie Meirong, and Chen Yulan—each face bathed in the innocent glow of slumber.

The mystery of how Zhang Wei had managed to put them all inside a single quilt naked, within in a single evening was as intriguing as it was scandalous.

The night's adventures, culminating in their return to Qingyun, remained a puzzle.

"Which bastard dares interrupt my sleep?" Zhang Wei grumbled under his breath, extricating himself with care not to disturb the delicate peace of the morning.

He glanced at the caller ID, his eyes narrowing at the unfamiliar number.

With a sigh, he slipped from the comforting tangle of limbs and padded softly out of the room, the phone clutched in his hand.

Outside, the reality of midday sun mocked the notion of an early intrusion.

Yet, in Zhang Wei's world, the unwritten rule was clear—his convenience dictated the appropriateness of timing.

"Who is this?" Zhang Wei snapped as he redialed, his voice thick with sleep and annoyance.

"Master, it's me!" The reply was tinged with an excitement that only deepened Zhang Wei's frown.

"Identify yourself, you fool! Speak clearly!" he demanded, his patience wearing thin. The absence of recognition for the caller's voice only added to his frustration.

Pftt...

Below, Lin Ruoxi couldn't suppress a giggle at the sight of Zhang Wei's morning disgruntlement.

Adorning her heels, ready to depart for the office, she took a moment to relish the comedy unfolding.

Despite her early rise and her own involvement in the previous night's escapades, the light-heartedness of the morning scene offered a refreshing start to her day.

Zhang Wei, unfazed by Lin Ruoxi's amusement, was pulled back into the conversation by the eager voice on the line. "Master, it's Tang Dexin! Don't you remember? We met at Patriarch Wang's house!"

A pause stretched as Zhang Wei sifted through his memories, struggling to place the name. "Say," he finally said, a tinge of curiosity breaking through his initial irritation.

"Master, I need your help!" Tang Dexin's voice came through, desperate and urgent.

"I don't help men," Zhang Wei responded curtly, ending the call with a decisive click.

Beep!

[Wow...] Even the system seemed at a loss for words, but Zhang Wei had no interest in dealing with an old bald doctor first thing in the morning.

The silence that followed was almost tangible, punctuated only by the muted laughter of the system, taken aback by Zhang Wei's blunt dismissal.

Zhang Wei, however, remained unmoved, his mind already shifting gears.

"Are you headed to the office?" he inquired, descending the stairs with a casual grace that belied the chaos of moments ago.

Lin Ruoxi, caught off guard by his approach, nodded, a blush creeping over her cheeks. "Yes, I—"

"We'll go together. I've planned to meet with Xue as well," Zhang Wei interjected, slipping an arm around her shoulders with an ease that spoke of familiarity.

!!

Lin Ruoxi flinched, inhaled sharply, her voice trembling. "M-

Master…"

"What? I ain't giving you any more 'candy' to suck today. Wait for tonight," Zhang Wei quipped, feigning exhaustion.

"I..." Lin Ruoxi struggled to find her words, finally sighing deeply. "You aren't wearing any clothes," she blurted out, her face flushing, her gaze stealing quick glances at his little dragon occasionally waving 'Hi' with each twitch.

From a distance, Guo Xiaomei paused in her chores, her own cheeks tinged with color at the scene before her. 'Such lively youngsters,' she thought, a mix of amusement and envy lacing her words.

The realization dawned on him, leaving him momentarily speechless.

There he stood, in all his unintended glory, his earlier composure fading into an awkward silence.

However, refusing to be caught off guard, he waved his hands, his eyes fixed on his little brother.

"Oh, Hi!" he exclaimed, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity amidst the unexpected exposure.Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn novelenglish.net . ꜰɪre.ɴet

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In the bustling ambiance of the café, Zhang Wei's frown was a stark counterpoint to the casual chatter around them.

His glare swept over the onlookers, their gazes locked not out of disrespect but sheer disbelief.

"What are you staring at? Haven't you ever seen a handsome man before?" he snapped, his irritation palpable. Yet, the reason for their attention wasn't the company he kept but rather Zhang Wei's own actions moments earlier.

On the floor lay a wailing man, chopsticks protruding from his eyes, while his companions stood frozen behind him, their faces a mask of fear and uncertainty.

"Scram," Zhang Wei scoffed dismissively, his eyes cold. The men didn't need further prompting; they quickly scooped up their fallen leader and fled, their backs slick with cold sweat.

Wu Xue, seated across from Zhang Wei, let out a weary sigh. "Why are you so on edge today?" she asked, her lips curling into a suppressed smile.

The unfortunate soul now nursing his wounds had been nothing more than a local thug, bold enough to approach Wu Xue with unsolicited conversation.

Such encounters were not uncommon in the café's refined setting, where decorum typically kept such rudeness at bay.

The thugs, aware of the clientele's affluence, usually backed off with a simple refusal, fearing the consequences of offending someone of status in upscale localities.

Yet, Zhang Wei had opted for a far more direct and brutal method of dismissal, using the chopsticks in a manner that left Wu Xue both shocked and, surprisingly, somewhat pleased.

A flicker of concern crossed Wu Xue's face for the man who might have just lost his eyesight over a trivial encounter.

Yet, Zhang Wei harbored no such sympathies. "Can't those fools see I'm right here? What gave them the courage to approach you in my presence?" he grumbled, his voice laced with disbelief and a hint of possessiveness.

"Woah, woah..." Wu Xue interjected, laying a calming hand over his. "Ease up, Mr. Zhang, or you'll be labeled a tyrant before noon." Despite the gravity of the situation, she found herself amused by his vexation; his ruffled demeanor was unexpectedly endearing.