Manipulative Harem God

Chapter 292 Zhao Hongyan’s secret (3)

After an hour-long activity, a hush finally descended upon the room. The echoes of their heavy breathing lingered in the air, intertwining with the silence.

Zhang Wei, his voice barely a whisper, broke the stillness, “So, what about your daughter and you?”

Zhao Hongyan furrowed her brow, her embarrassment evident. “Could you please behave? It’s incredibly awkward,” she replied, her words laced with a hint of unease.

As they lay on the bed, their bodies assuming different positions, the contrast between them was undeniable. Zhao Hongyan lay horizontally, her figure peacefully blending with the sheets.

However, Zhang Wei lay vertically, his face burried between her breasts, his desire exposed in the most literal sense.

The recent encounters had illuminated a vital truth for Zhang Wei—he had come to realize the importance of savoring each moment. Casting aside any remnants of self-restraint, he seized the opportunity, nibbles upon her nipple embodying his new profound attraction to milfs.

“Aren’t you worried about getting pregnant anymore?” He sneered.

Zhao Hongyan’s eyes sparked with a mix of emotions, and she spoke through narrowed eyes, “Judging by your attitude, you’d probably be overjoyed if I did get pregnant.”

Zhang Wei retorted, “It wouldn’t be so bad; at least they’d have some use.” With those words, he boldly grasped her ample breasts, wishing they were more than mere ornaments and could provide a refreshing drink as well.

*Slap*

Furious, Zhao Hongyan forcefully slapped his hands away, her voice laced with irritation, “Could you be serious for once?”

Zhang Wei couldn’t help but chuckle, “No.”

Zhao Hongyan’s chest swelled with anger, yet it only seemed to stoke his interest as he reveled in a free ride with his face nestled amidst her moving breasts, releasing satisfied sighs. Zhao Hongyan was left momentarily speechless, and finally, she let out a deep, resigned sigh.

“I don’t care anymore,” she declared, deciding that if he didn’t care about her getting pregnant, why should she? But her eyes darkened as she realized she still had to tell him about her daughter.

“…”

The uncomfortable silence stretched on for what felt like an eternity, as if time itself hesitated to intervene. Finally, Zhao Hongyan summoned the courage to clear the air. “Shanshan is my daughter,” she blurted out, her voice carrying the weight of a long-held secret.

Zhang Wei’s eyebrows shot up in disbelief. He leaned in, urging her to reveal more. “Oh, is that so…?”

Zhao Hongyan’s eyes glistened with emotions as she continued, her lips trembling slightly. “She is actually mine, but I didn’t give birth to her.”

Zhang Wei’s eyes widened as comprehension dawned. “Surrogate?”

Zhao Hongyan nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. “Yes.”

The realization washed over Zhang Wei, and he couldn’t help but comment, “No wonder Song Pojun and you didn’t get along,” ignoring her plummeting mood. He added, “If I had a woman who didn’t allow me to get hands-on, I wouldn’t get along with her either.”

A deep sigh of frustration escaped from Zhao Hongyan’s lips. “It’s not that I didn’t allow him; I just didn’t want the pregnancy scars.”

“…”

Zhang Wei, perplexed, muttered to himself, ‘How is that any different?’

Zhao Hongyan met his gaze and countered, “Don’t you want to know who the surrogate mother was?” She raised a single brow, beckoning him to continue.

Zhang Wei nodded, showing some interest, though not overly so.

“It’s Shao Tengfei,” Zhao Hongyan revealed.

Zhang Wei stood up abruptly, aghast. “Who is she now?”

Zhao Hongyan answered, “She is Pojun’s secretary.”

Zhang Wei was momentarily stunned, his mind racing. “Isn’t she the same woman he’s having an affair with?”

Zhao Hongyan nodded in confirmation.

Speechless once more, Zhang Wei mumbled, “So… After giving birth to Song Shoushan, she decided to aim for a higher position directly, huh?”

Zhao Hongyan felt the urge to punch him in the face, wondering if he was taking any of this seriously.

Finally, she laid bare the entire sequence of events. Initially, they had an agreement with Shao Tengfei that, after giving birth to Song Shoushan, she would have no further relations with them. However, it backfired as Song Pojun began frequenting Shao Tengfei to check on the unborn daughter’s well-being.

By the time Zhao Hongyan realized it, it was already too late. She couldn’t deny that she knew Song Shoushan was her daughter, but if it weren’t for that knowledge, she would have doubted the child’s parentage, believing it belonged to the woman she had even paid a hefty sum to keep her own husband away from.

Zhang Wei, listening to her, felt like he was watching a live television drama. He couldn’t help but ask, “But why didn’t you and Song Pojun… well, even sleep together after marriage?”

It was difficult for him to believe that she hadn’t undergone surgery for herself, yet he knew she wasn’t lying, which only piqued his curiosity further.

Zhao Hongyan rolled her eyes and explained, “Did you forget how we got married in the first place? At that time, I just wanted to escape from home, and I never even considered complex things like marriage…” She spoke with a bitter smile.

Zhang Wei nodded with a somber expression. He couldn’t claim to have been any more serious when he married Yu Lei. While she might have been trying her best for their marriage, for him, it had been nothing more than a means of survival and enjoyment. He couldn’t say he had changed, but he had learned to enjoy life nonetheless.

Zhao Hongyan locked her gaze with Zhang Wei, her eyes filled with a plea. “Please, promise me you won’t breathe a word about this to Shanshan.”

Zhang Wei questioned, “What’s the problem? She’s still your daughter, isn’t she?”

Zhao Hongyan shook her head, a bitter smile tugging at her lips. “You don’t understand how complicated it is…”

With a nonchalant shrug, Zhang Wei, who had grown up without parents, remained uninvolved in the conversation. He began gathering his belongings, preparing to leave.

Zhao Hongyan furrowed her brows, a silent urge to question why he was departing at 5 a.m. gnawing at her. Yet, she couldn’t find the words to detain him, and she watched him exit in silence.

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“Sigh…”

As Zhang Wei exhaled a puff of smoke into the night air, he clutched a cigarette in his left hand, the other firmly gripping the steering wheel. His laughter, tinged with a sense of resignation, filled the darkness.

“Haha…”

The reason for his departure was a growing fear that if he lingered any longer, he might have laughed on Zhao Hongyan’s face with the harsh truth: it was too late for her to ask him to keep his quiet.

He suspected that her daughter had overheard everything and had likely retreated to her room, her sobs echoing in the silence.

Zhang Wei considered himself both too mature to handle teenage emotional outbursts and too youthful at heart to tolerate Zhao Hongyan’s seriousness.

With a heavy sigh, he turned the car back towards the villa.

In his mind, Zhao Hongyan was too cunning for her own good.

He could only hope that she had long abandoned her ambitions and was now wholly dedicated to her daughter.

As long as he didn’t mess things up, he believed she would be willing to listen to him.

After all, whether it was Lin Ruoxi, Rose, or Wu Xue, they all lacked the ruthlessness required to survive without any support. Zhao Hongyan could become a formidable pillar for them all.

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“Hahaha! Come here, you little girl…” Zhang Wei’s laughter filled the room as he stepped inside. In an instant, a soft, welcoming body hurled itself into his arms, and he caught Feng Xinyue, who had sensed his arrival and leaped into his embrace.

“Late!” Feng Xinyue pouted, her cheeks puffing out in mock annoyance. It had been over a day since his last visit, and she had missed him greatly.

From inside, Lin Ruoxi came rushing, her footsteps echoing as she approached barefoot. “Where are you running, Yue?” She paused, her eyes widening in surprise at the surreal scene before her.

Zhang Wei was affectionately rubbing Feng Xinyue’s head, the very same gesture that had unknowingly comforted her on a different occasion.

The familiarity of it all only deepened her belief in him.

Unbeknownst to Lin Ruoxi, this endearing scene wasn’t just about Zhang Wei’s affection; it was driven by a sense of emptiness left by Zhao Hongyan. And in that moment, it was only Feng Xinyue who could help fill that void.

“Master, you’re back?” Lin Ruoxi hesitated but took a few cautious steps toward him, her eyes reflecting a whirlwind of emotions.

Zhang Wei nodded and decided it was time to move indoors to escape the biting cold. With one arm around Feng Xinyue and the other around Lin Ruoxi, he playfully teased her, “Did you miss your master?”

“Not re—” Lin Ruoxi was initially about to mutter a nonchalant response, used to such playful gestures, but she stopped herself as she realized he had actually bothered to ask. That small gesture took her by surprise.

Zhang Wei’s laughter filled the air as he enjoyed her astonished expression. They soon made their way to a single room.

Lin Ruoxi, noticing that this was the room of Zhang Wei and Yu Lei, raised an eyebrow. Yu Lei was peacefully asleep in the bed.

“Are we going to sleep together?” Lin Ruoxi inquired, curious about the arrangement.