Manipulative Harem God

Chapter 294 Dragon Squad!

Zhang Wei’s patience finally ran out, and he seized Xie Meirong’s wrists forcefully.

“Ah! It hurts, hubby. Be gentle!” Xie Meirong moaned, her voice taking on a peculiar tone that sent an unsettling shiver down everyone’s spine.

Zhang Wei was tempted to throw her against the nearest wall. “One more peep from you, and I’ll ensure you never speak again.”

Xie Meirong couldn’t resist flashing a victorious smile and provocatively beckoning him. “Oh, and how would you do that, hubby?”

But Zhang Wei wasn’t in the mood for games. He wanted answers. “Who set you free? Shouldn’t you be in jail?” he demanded.

With a reluctant pout, Xie Meirong yielded to his stern gaze. “Those two inside the car,” she nodded towards the Rolls-Royce with its tinted windows.

Zhang Wei’s eyebrows shot up in surprise as he examined the license plate. “99999…?” he muttered, clearly taken aback.

Xie Meirong slyly glanced toward the visibly furious Yu Lei, offering her a provocative smile and subtly licking her lips. She then moved closer to Zhang Wei and kissed his cheeks.

“Huh? What are you doing?” Zhang Wei asked, slightly suprised.

Xie Meirong replied, “It’s nothing. Your wife seems to be having a tough time. I wonder how beautiful she would look…”

“You’re not doing anything to anyone. Have you forgotten our deal… or do you want me to follow through on my threats?” Zhang Wei warned.

Xie Meirong smiled mysteriously. “It’s alright. Go ahead and kill me, then.”

Zhang Wei squinted his gaze, surprised by her nonchalance.

Xie Meirong quickly presented an alternative proposal. “Or… just do one thing for me, and I won’t harm anyone even remotely related to you.”

Zhang Wei remained firm. “I don’t make deals.” He could easily control her with a slave seal, so he didn’t see a reason to negotiate with her.

Xie Meirong fell silent, her expression wavering.

Seeing her speechless, Zhang Wei smiled with a hint of triumph. “Okay, what is it? But if it’s something unreasonable, forget about it.”

Xie Meirong’s face instantly lit up with a wide smile. “I want you to review my artworks!”

Zhang Wei’s eyes blinked, caught in a strange sense of déjà vu, as if he’d traversed this very conversation in the corridors of his past.

He couldn’t fathom her unwavering devotion to her art, yet he nodded absentmindedly, his focus drawn to a more pressing inquiry. “The people inside the car, do you know them?”

Xie Meirong shook her head with an air of uncertainty. “No idea.” Nevertheless, she gradually distanced herself from him, playfully encouraging him, “Go on, hubby! I’ll be your silent support from the shadows.”

?!

Her words took Zhang Wei by surprise, almost causing him to trip and stumble.

He shot her a bewildered glance before approaching the car window with a newfound determination, knocking on the glass as it inched down.

“Hm?”

As the window opened, Zhang Wei’s brows arched in curiosity. Inside the car, two figures occupied the seats.

The one behind the wheel appeared to be a man in his late twenties, judging by his outward appearance.

Seated beside him was a woman who seemed to be in her mid-twenties, but Zhang Wei instinctively knew that their physical appearance concealed a much deeper truth.

“You’re Zhang Wei?” The man asked with a faint frown, firmly gripping the steering wheel, while the mysterious woman sat poised beside him, her eyes shrouded in mystery.

Zhang Wei’s keen eyes studied the occupants of the car. The man behind the wheel, Zhang Ming, bore a striking resemblance to him, sharing the same sharp jawline and a determined glint in his eyes. Yet, there was a subtle air of sophistication that separated the two, hinting at a different upbringing and experience.

Beside Zhang Ming sat Cai Wenxi, his fiancée, a woman who radiated a quiet elegance. Her porcelain skin was unblemished, and her long, obsidian hair cascaded down her back like a shimmering waterfall. The hint of a dimple when she smiled gave her a charming and mysterious allure, making it clear that her beauty was only the tip of the iceberg.

Her eyes held a depth that seemed to speak of wisdom far beyond her apparent age.

Her presence exuded a sense of quiet strength, and there was something captivating about her that hinted deeper into her character.

Zhang Wei nodded affirmatively in response to Zhang Ming’s introduction, his brow slightly furrowed. “Yes, I am Zhang Wei. And might I know your name?” He couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease upon encountering someone with the same family name, a rare occurrence but not impossible.

Zhang Ming, his aura tinged with an air of authority, retrieved his ID card and presented it with a crisp flourish. “I am Zhang Ming, hailing from the formidable Dragon Squad within the NSA. And this,” he gestured gracefully to the striking woman by his side, “is Cai Wenxi, my fiancée, and a fellow member of the Dragon Squad.”

As the wind ruffled Cai Wenxi’s onyx hair, it framed her face like a dark halo.

Her porcelain skin glowed, and her deep, inquisitive eyes held a hidden wisdom, suggesting a complexity that transcended her youthful appearance.

A faint dimple graced her smile, adding a touch of enchantment to her beauty.

Zhang Wei’s intrigue deepened as he studied them. The mention of the “Dragon Squad” left him with more questions than answers, but he remained composed.

Zhang Ming elaborated with a sense of pride, “The NSA comprises various specialized squads, and the Dragon Squad’s noble duty is to safeguard our nation from external threats.”

Zhang Wei nodded, though his tone remained guarded, “I understand.”

However, Zhang Ming’s expectation of a reaction from Zhang Wei was met with a non-chalant response, leaving him momentarily surprised.

He had anticipated the customary awe or inferiority when introducing someone from the Dragon Squad, especially to a member of the Mystic Squad. Yet, Zhang Wei’s calm demeanor defied his expectations.

To further confound matters, Cai Wenxi spoke up softly, her voice adding a layer of mystery, “I’m not his fiancée. You may call me Wenxi.”