Manipulative Harem God

Chapter 312 Intercepted by beauties?

*Shh…*

The sun, bathed in a subtle glow, held an air of afterglow. Xiong Mei, her lips adorned with a hint of the moment’s intimacy, delicately wiped away traces of it using a paper tissue, each rustle echoing in the post-passion quiet.

Zhang Wei, a satisfied grin playing on his face, adjusted his attire. He couldn’t resist a cheeky remark, “You look more like a puppy than a canary.”

The tranquility shattered. Amidst the peaceful and amiable ambiance, Xiong Mei had had enough. “Puppy?” she muttered, her eyes twitching in annoyance.

Zhang Wei nodded, a playful wink in his eyes. “How about working both roles? You might earn twice.”

In response, Xiong Mei’s tone was firm. “No need.” The title of Canary sufficed, and she had no intention of collecting more potentially embarrassing labels.

Zhang Wei, always the provocateur, continued teasing, “Oh, really. Then how about…?”

“??” Curiosity painted across her face, Xiong Mei turned around, wondering what audacious suggestion he might offer next.

“How about… more free time to laze around?” he asked tentatively.

“…”, Xiong Mei fixed him with a deadpan stare. “Do I look so lazy that I would trade my honor just for a few extra moments of leisure?”

Silent observation painted Zhang Wei’s demeanor with a knowing smile.

Then, breaking the seriousness, Xiong Mei suddenly extended her hand. “You have a deal, but spare me the embarrassment in front of others.”

A subtle shift crossed Zhang Wei’s face, a mixture of surprise and amusement, but he nodded in agreement.

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A sudden change in atmosphere gripped the car as Zhang Wei squinted his eyes, the thick fog weaving a mysterious shroud around their vision.

North Qingyun Highway!

Memories, both eerie and profound, clawed their way into Zhang Wei’s consciousness as they passed through familiar terrain. His gaze, focused and squinted, seemed to pierce through the fog, navigating not just the road but the haunting echoes of the past.

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Xiong Mei, sensing the shift, observed in silence, her eyes reflecting a mix of curiosity and caution.

For Zhang Wei, recollections of his once-close relationship with Hao Yue played like an enigmatic film. Their connection had been, in his own words, “quite good.” Yet, as the road unfolded before him, an unsettling question lingered:

Would he be forced to repeat the tragic pattern, killing more of his women in the future ?

Amidst these conflicting thoughts, they pressed on, swiftly moving through the highway and taking the direct route to the airport at the intersection.

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However, the urgency heightened as Xiong Mei suddenly pointed to five black SUVs tailing them in the side-view mirror.

“Zhang Wei…” She spoke, a tinge of unease threading through her voice.

Anna, sensing an impending threat, glanced around. Two cars materialized simultaneously, closing in from her left and right. On the left, a short, brown-haired girl gripped the steering wheel, determination etched on her face. On the right, a long-haired girl donning sunglasses exuded an air of silent intensity. Qing Cuiying and Qing She, respectively.

Both drivers bore the faint but ominous marks of recent confrontation, their bruised faces revealing a turbulent past.

The screech of tires echoed in the air.

“Tsk!” Anna clicked her tongue in frustration. The two threatening cars closed in on her vehicle. With split-second precision, she skillfully hit the brakes. Simultaneously, three other cars accelerated, strategically intercepting Zhang Wei and Xiong Mei.

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“Sit inside,” Zhang Wei instructed, gracefully stepping out of the car. However, the unfolding scene defied his expectations, transforming the roadside into an unexpected stage.

‘Is it a fashion show?’

Five cars orchestrated a strategic blockade. Recognizing the smirking Qing She and the stoic Qing Cuiying at a distance, Zhang Wei’s curiosity heightened.

In a synchronized ballet, three car doors swung open simultaneously. Emerging from within were six captivating figures, each boasting slender legs adorned in provocative attire, injecting an air of enigma into the encounter.

Jin Feng, with shoulder-length yellow hair and an air of confident authority, approached the middle car, expertly opening the left black door. From inside, a beautiful woman with long black hair, radiating an alluring elegance, emerged. She nodded towards the driver, Zi Weixiu, whose violet locks cascaded gracefully.

In tandem, Chi Fenyan, a woman with shoulder-length green hair adorned with an array of knives, elegantly opened the right door of the middle car. Her aura exuded danger, adding a layer of mystique to her presence.

While Zhang Wei’s gaze had risen at the sight of Yin Yaqing, the entrance of this new woman stirred a different kind of reaction within him.

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‘What’s with that figure!’ Zhang Wei cursed inwardly, momentarily questioning his own preferences in the presence of Tang Lifen.

Tang Lifen’s gaze narrowed. Despite Zhang Wei’s stoic exterior, she sensed his inspection.

“You are Zhang Wei?” she asked, her voice carrying a subtle chill.

At the rear, Qing She sneered, eager for Zhang Wei to learn a lesson. Qing Cuiying, though silent, harbored a similar sentiment. The history of torment inflicted by Zhang Wei upon both women lingered in the unspoken tension of the encounter.

Tang Lifen’s voice cut through the charged air, her question hanging unanswered for a moment. Zhang Wei, still maintaining his composed demeanor, finally nodded in acknowledgment.

“Yes, I am Zhang Wei,” he replied evenly.

Tang Lifen’s gaze remained sharp, her expression revealing little. “You’ve caused enough trouble for us,” she continued, her words carrying a veiled threat.

From the sidelines, Qing She couldn’t conceal her satisfaction, relishing the prospect of Zhang Wei facing consequences for his past actions.

Qing Cuiying, though silent, eyed Zhang Wei with a simmering intensity, memories of their shared history fueling her restrained anger.

Meanwhile, the other women surrounding the scene exuded a quiet yet palpable aura of determination.

Zhang Wei’s expression remained unreadable. “Trouble is subjective, and circumstances can be complex,” he replied cryptically.

Tang Lifen’s eyes narrowed further, “Complex or not, your actions have consequences.”

She took a deliberate step forward, her presence commanding attention. “We’ve come for a making things even, Zhang Wei. It’s time to face the consequences of your actions.”