Manipulative Harem God

Chapter 298 The Mystery of Northern Province (1)

“Amazing…” As Yu Lei observed the cunning act put on by Xie Meirong, her admiration couldn’t be denied. She even considered taking mental notes of the performance.

However, her fleeting admiration quickly turned to a bitter smile as she realized the potential dangers involved. ‘Not a good idea,’ she thought, swiftly dismissing the notion.

She couldn’t afford to be drawn into the unfolding drama, so she opted to feign invisibility and continue with her own activities as though everything were perfectly normal.

Zhang Wei, on the other hand, wore a silent smile that masked a simmering intensity in his gaze. He watched Xie Meirong with a sharp focus, fully aware of the implications of her performance, as she remained blissfully unaware of the danger lurking overhead.

“Let’s go,” he suddenly proposed, his hand gently enveloping hers. “I’ll show you around the house.”

Xie Meirong blinked and followed him, her voice light as she responded, “Okay.”

It was only when Zhang Wei began to lead her upstairs that Xie Meirong decided to question him. “That is?” she asked, curiosity tinging her tone.

Zhang Wei’s response was concise. “Bedroom.”

Xie Meirong, her eyebrows raised in surprise, protested, “Weren’t you going to show me the house?”

“This is the first step,” Zhang Wei replied, his words leaving a vague mystery behind.

Xie Meirong fell silent, her thoughts swirling in a mixture of uncertainty and intrigue.

*Boom!*

The bedroom door closed with a resounding bang, and everyone in the living room flinched. Pity and sympathy for Xie Meirong welled up in their hearts. Yu Lei and Lin Ruoxi exchanged glances, and an involuntary shiver ran down their spines. The last thing they wanted was to find themselves alone with Zhang Wei in a bedroom.

Xie Meirong was about to learn a valuable lesson today—sometimes, it’s better to back off, as the consequences of winning might be worse.

“Ahhhnnnnnnh~”

The loud moan reverberated through the entire villa, shattering the tranquility that had reigned moments ago. Yu Lei sprang to her feet, her expression determined.

“Pack your bags; we’re moving,” she declared to Lin Ruoxi.

Lin Ruoxi, thoroughly puzzled, blinked in response. Where could they possibly be going at this moment? Surely, she wasn’t suggesting they leave the house? If they did, Lin Ruoxi knew Zhang Wei would make sure she couldn’t take a single step for the next week.

However, Yu Lei seemed to catch on to Lin Ruoxi’s apprehensions and blushed, “It’s not what you think. We’re going to see Yulan. Her engagement is approaching.”

Lin Ruoxi, still confused, questioned, “Isn’t that on the 10th? Are we going a week early?”

Yu Lei furrowed her brows and beckoned Lin Ruoxi to approach. With slight hesitation, Lin Ruoxi drew near, and then Yu Lei whispered a few words into her ear that left her jaw hanging in astonishment.

“Y-You’re really going to do that!?” Lin Ruoxi asked, her voice filled with disbelief and a hint of anxiety as she struggled to maintain her composure.

“Not just me, but all of us,” Yu Lei replied firmly, her eyes carrying a resolute determination. “We need to ensure the task’s success; there’s no room for slacking off.”

Lin Ruoxi gulped and nodded, her resolve growing as she understood the gravity of the situation. Together with Guo Xiaomei and Feng Xinyue, they began to pack their bags, preparing for a journey to Fengshen Town near Beicheng City in the Northern Province.

Their mission?

To guarantee Chen Yulan’s safety from that vile beast Liu Ming!

She must remain untouched!

Lin Ruoxi couldn’t help but shake her head in disbelief. The situation with Yu Lei and her motivations was like something out of a opera drama.

It was perplexing how she was so actively involved in disrupting her sister-in-law’s wedding just to set her up with her own husband.

The complexity of the relationships left Lin Ruoxi’s head spinning, and she couldn’t fathom the lengths people would go to in such a scenario.

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“…”

Inside the bedroom, Xie Meirong lay naked on the bed, her gaze fixed on the ceiling. Her body bore the visible marks of their recent activities, and exhaustion weighed heavily on her.

She glanced outside, realizing that night had fallen, and released a sigh of relief, the room now cloaked in darkness and solitude.

Zhang Wei, lying next to Xie Meirong, couldn’t help but chuckle, his low laughter breaking the post-intimacy silence. “We still have the whole night to ourselves,” he remarked with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Xie Meirong’s face froze, and she instantly turned toward Zhang Wei, her eyes wide with surprise. “Hubby, forgive me! I’ve already asked for forgiveness so many times!” she pleaded.

Zhang Wei shook his head, a wry smile playing on his lips. “You’re still calling me ‘hubby’; I don’t think you’re serious,” he teased.

Xie Meirong blinked in confusion. “What’s wrong with calling you ‘hubby’?” she asked, her tone genuinely puzzled.

Zhang Wei, unfazed, replied, “Cut the act.” With graceful nonchalance, he rose from the bed, showcasing his naked form. He ignored the system’s suggestive whistle in the background as he retrieved a cigarette, lighting it near the window.

“I’m not acting,” Xie Meirong retorted, her voice tinged with a hint of frustration.

Zhang Wei couldn’t help but chuckle at her response, not believing her in the least. “Give me one reason why I should believe you aren’t just putting on an act to save yourself from the NSA?” he challenged.

Xie Meirong’s eyes flickered with uncertainty. She couldn’t deny that her own organization had abandoned her, which made her current situation even more complicated.

“But I like you,” she blurted out suddenly, sitting up and allowing the quilt to fall, her milky-white body exposed to his scrutinizing gaze. Her eyes locked onto his, filled with a mix of determination and something more complex.

Zhang Wei couldn’t deny her appeal, but he wasn’t one to believe words at face value, especially not from someone as cunning as Xie Meirong.

Xie Meirong’s gaze remained locked with his, revealing her inner turmoil. She couldn’t deny that her desire to evade the NSA played a significant role, but there was something else at play.

After their last encounter in the underground chamber at the Royal Academy, something within her had shifted. She found herself inexplicably drawn to that strange mix of pain and pleasure that came with being in his presence.

Zhang Wei sighed and relented, “Forget it. Tell me about yourself.”

Xie Meirong bit her lip, her gaze never leaving his face. She wondered if there were any words that could truly convince him of her sincerity.

[Host, why do I believe it’s you who are putting up an act?] the system piped up.

“Hm? You’re learning quickly, system,” Zhang Wei remarked, raising an eyebrow. His attention remained on Xie Meirong, who now looked desperate.

He knew that she might not be lying. After all, she had a deep obsession with her art, and in her eyes, he seemed to understand it. Not to mention, she had been tamed and taught a lesson. Most women experienced a significant shift after their first taming session, struggling to accept their new reality.

But what stimulated him was the desperation in her eyes. If he accepted her this easily, she wouldn’t display such a level of desperation.

Zhang Wei had a hunch that she was willing to go to great lengths to serve him, and that made him slighly excited.

“I… I come from Mystic Valley,” Xie Meirong began, her voice tinged with a mixture of anxiety and determination. Her eyes were fixed on Zhang Wei as she started to reveal a piece of her past.

But before she could continue, Zhang Wei quickly hopped onto the bed, his legs stretched out in front of him.

With a casual air, he said, “My legs are hurting. Can you please massage them?” He closed his eyes, as though he had completely dismissed her previous statement.

Xie Meirong’s eyes twitched, torn between frustration and her desire to gain his trust. She took a deep breath and put on a wide, seemingly obedient smile. “Of course, husband,” she responded with surprising enthusiasm.

The transformation in her demeanor sent a shiver down Zhang Wei’s spine. He was bracing himself for any trickery, but much to his surprise, Xie Meirong leaned closer and began massaging his legs with a gentle touch, her skilled fingers kneading the tension from his muscles.

The unexpected act of servitude left Zhang Wei feeling conflicted, and he couldn’t help but wonder about her true mind.

Xie Meirong continued massaging Zhang Wei’s body, her hands moving with expertise, despite the occasional gasps of pain that escaped her lips. Zhang Wei lay back, feeling the tension slowly melt away under her skilled touch.

As she worked her way down to his shoulders, she finally asked, “Do you also need a shoulder massage, hubby?”

Zhang Wei, enjoying the sensation, simply replied, “Up to you.” He crossed his hands behind his head and let out a contented sigh.

Xie Meirong proceeded to massage his shoulders and upper back, her hands deftly working out the knots in his muscles. After a while, she spoke up, “Can I speak now?”

Zhang Wei opened one eye, gazing at her, his ego still enjoying the pampering. “Go ahead.”