Manipulative Harem God

Seeking to understand the root of his foul mood, she probed further, "Okay, so what's really the issue, Zhang Wei?"

His response was terse, a clear indication that the incident had deeply irked him. "It's nothing major. Just some old fool who decided to ruin my morning with a call."

"That's it?" Wu Xue pressed, her eyebrows arching in disbelief.

Could a mere phone call trigger such a drastic reaction?

Zhang Wei clarified with a grumble, "The caller was a sixty-year-old bald man."

"..."

Wu Xue was momentarily speechless, caught between incredulity and understanding.

The seemingly trivial detail shed light on Zhang Wei's mood; perhaps it wasn't the call itself but the disruption of his peace that irked him.

Suddenly, his overreaction in the café seemed almost justifiable, if not entirely reasonable, in the context of his ruined morning.

A few minutes later...

"Who is responsible for this disturbance?"

The café, already buzzing from the earlier commotion, found itself at the center of attention once more as a new figure made a dramatic entrance. Her violet hair flowed behind her, a striking contrast to her imposing presence. The black jacket, sunglasses, and undeniable aura of authority commanded the room's attention instantly.

Leng Yan, having just parked her car outside, was drawn in by the sight of several people hastily dragging an injured man away. Curiosity piqued, she stepped inside to assess the situation.

"It's me!" The response came almost immediately, bold and unapologetic.

Leng Yan's gaze snapped towards the source, her expression one of disbelief. Zhang Wei met her stare with a mischievous glint in his eyes, seated nonchalantly, he supported his chin with one hand, a wicked glint in his eyes Beside him, Wu Xue turned with an awkward 'Hi', adding to the tension and surprise.

For a moment, Leng Yan was at a loss for words. The café's patrons watched, spellbound, as the scene unfolded in a way none could have predicted.

Instead of arresting Zhang Wei, Leng Yan found herself somehow drawn into their world.

In a bizarre twist of events, she was persuaded, more appropriately 'coerced', to join their table, ending up in a position that had her blushing profusely—a stark contrast to her initial authoritative demeanor.

As Zhang Wei seemingly 'tamed' the police officer, the dynamics at the table shifted.

Wu Xue couldn't hide her amusement at the sight of Leng Yan, once the enforcer of law, now caught in Zhang Wei's handcuffs, her face a canvas of embarrassment and indignation.

As Wu Xue observed the interaction, a wry smile played on her lips, witnessing the unusual sight of Zhang Wei's boldness turning the tables on an officer of the law.

Yet, amidst the drama, Zhang Wei's attention shifted back to the reason for their original meeting.

"Hey, didn't you say you had something important to discuss?" He redirected the conversation towards Wu Xue, momentarily setting aside the matter of bullying Leng Yan.

"Hmph..." Leng Yan made a subtle attempt to extricate herself from Zhang Wei's hold, seizing the moment of distraction.

However, despite his attention seemingly fixed on Wu Xue, Zhang Wei's grip was unyielding.

A quick, almost imperceptible pinch at her waist sent a shiver down Leng Yan's spine—a silent but clear warning not to try escaping again.

"Yeah..." Wu Xue began, her voice tinged with a hint of shyness.

"And what's that?" Zhang Wei prodded, his curiosity piqued.

Wu Xue hesitated, the words caught in her throat as she grappled with how to broach the subject.

Finally, gathering her courage, she revealed, "My parents want to meet you," her cheeks warming with a blush, eyes carefully watching his reaction for any sign of displeasure.

"That's it?" Zhang Wei's reaction was one of genuine surprise, his eyebrows arching inquisitively.

"You're not against it?" Wu Xue's astonishment was evident, her initial apprehension melting into relief and happiness.

"Why would I object? Are you concerned your mother might fall under my charm without even realizing it?" Zhang Wei teased, his words laced with humor, even as Leng Yan, still caught in his embrace, narrowed her eyes, a mental note forming in her mind.

Her mother must not contact Zhang Wei!

She must stay out of his influence!

"..."

Wu Xue was momentarily rendered speechless.

The possibility Zhang Wei suggested hadn't crossed her mind, but now that it was laid out in front of her, it indeed seemed like a potential problem.

Her mood suddenly turned sour.

Boom!

"First brother is here!"

The once tranquil café was thrust into chaos again as a group brandishing hockey sticks abruptly burst in, clearing a path for their leader, known ominously as 'First Brother.'

"Who dared to attack my brothers!?" The voice that followed was as arrogant as it was challenging, belonging to a man with a slightly bulging belly who strutted in with misplaced confidence and a thick gold chain wrapped around his neck.

Leng Yan and Zhang Wei exchanged glances of mutual disdain. With a protective ease, Zhang Wei guided Leng Yan back to her chair before stepping forward to confront the newcomer.

Without hesitation or warning, Zhang Wei's hand met the First Brother's cheek in a sharp slap.

"Huh?" The man's vision swam, his brain struggling to process the assault before another slap snapped his head back.

"What?"

Slap!

"Eh?"

Slap! Slap! Slap!

The slaps came in quick succession, leaving the so-called First Brother whimpering on his knees, cheeks aflame and eyes brimming with tears of humiliation. "Brother! Enough, please," he begged, utterly defeated.Follow current s on novelenglish.net . Firᴇ(.)nᴇt

"Tch," Zhang Wei, with a dismissive click of his tongue, returned to his table, leaving the intruder in his miserable state.

'Is he... gone?" Tang Bo, the 'First Brother,' dared to lift his head, heart pounding with fear, to identify the formidable opponent who had bested him so effortlessly.

His eyes widened in shock upon recognizing Zhang Wei.

"Who are you, bastard?"

"Daring to offend the White Tigers? Can't you see the might before you?"

"Courting death!"

His subordinates finally recovered from their shock, brandishing their hockey sticks with renewed but misguided bravery as well.

Slap!

"Silence, you bastards! Do you wish to see me dead today?" Tang Bo, propelled by fear and a newfound respect for Zhang Wei's might, turned his frustration on his own men, delivering a slap to silence them.

"Huh? First Brother, what happened?" They were utterly baffled, unable to reconcile the man who had marched in with the one now desperately seeking to avoid further confrontation.

"Shut up!" Tang Bo's command was final, leaving no room for questions.