Manipulative Harem God

Chapter 342 Xiong Mei’s Hometown!

The bodyguard behind Zhang Yuan nearly tripped and stumbled.

‘Brother? After having the audacity to kidnap her from the stage, does anyone doubt she’s not yours?’ The lead bodyguard questioned, second-guessing his life choices.

This guy was unfazed by their guns, and with their master silent, what could they possibly do?

Zhang Yuan nodded, his expression serious. “I just wanted to know about the mole.” He turned to Mu Han, questioning, “Who is that mole?”

Mu Han hesitated, but Zhang Yuan wasn’t about to leave without an answer.

In the end, she revealed, “It’s your second uncle, but we’re not entirely sure.”

Zhang Yuan nodded, deep in contemplation before he spoke, “You can go. And tell that Dark Emperor that our Zhang Family isn’t scared of Zero. Next time, leave our internal matters to us, or there will be war.”

Mu Han stated firmly, “I’ll relay the exact words.” With the swiftness of a shadow, she vaulted from the window, disappearing into the shroud of darkness. All that lingered in the room was the abandoned long white gown, a silent evidence to her departure.

Her agility surpassed that of ordinary humans, showcasing her prowess as a skilled spy, having successfully deceived even Zhang Yuan’s senses.

Zhang Yuan turned to Zhang Wei, his departing words carrying a weighty significance, “Enjoy the party.” His face bore the grim acknowledgment of an impending storm, the worst-case scenario inching closer to reality.

[Host, that man is quite sharp He seems to engage his brain more than his… other parts.]

Zhang Wei concurred, “He does have impressive self-control.”

Zhang Yuan wasted no time extinguishing any lingering feelings for Mu Han, swiftly coming to terms with the truth.

Zhang Wei, sensing Zhang Yuan’s resilience, recognized the potential for a bright future, emphasizing the importance of avoiding pitfalls.

[Ahem, host, do exercise caution to avoid those same pitfalls.]

Zhang Wei responded inwardly, ‘I would.’

“Let’s go and have dinner,” he declared, taking Xiong Mei’s hands, who obediently followed.

Zhang Wei wasn’t privy to Zhang Yuan’s words, but the chaos had waned, replaced by the hum of people engaged in drinking and dining. Even Zhang Ming and Cai Wenxi had departed, leaving a more subdued atmosphere.

However, amidst the crowd, Zhou Jiajia approached him. “I’m leaving,” she declared, with Hu Ning standing slightly behind her.

Zhang Wei raised an intrigued eyebrow, “At night?”

Zhou Jiajia, her expression tense, explained, “Dad’s heard too many things. He’s urging me to come back urgently. Sun Qiang will be accompanying us.”

Zhang Wei casually nodded, waving off Sun Qiang’s significance as if he were a mere breeze.

In a surprising twist, Zhang Wei leaned in with a mischievous gleam in his eyes, capturing Zhou Jiajia off guard. He planted a smooch on her lips, prompting her to hastily wipe them with her hands. Anxious glances swept the surroundings, ensuring their unexpected moment hadn’t become the centerpiece of local gossip.

Zhang Wei chuckled, “You worry excessively.”

Pouting, Zhou Jiajia shot back, “It would be a disaster for both of us if this hits the news.”

Unperturbed, Zhang Wei responded, “No worries. We can always obliterate the news station.”

Rolling her eyes, Zhou Jiajia insisted, “Can’t you be serious for once?”

Meanwhile, Hu Ning’s eyes twitched, sensing the truth behind Zhang Wei’s words. ‘He isn’t joking,’ she concluded with unwavering certainty.

“You too, take care,” Zhang Wei unexpectedly directed his parting words at her, drawing a raised eyebrow in response. She awkwardly nodded as the others departed, leaving only Zhang Wei, Xiong Mei, and a visibly drunk Lisa.

Lisa, now leaning against Xiong Mei, had flushed cheeks and was more intoxicated than ever. Turning to Zhang Wei, Xiong Mei inquired, “Zhang Wei, what should we do with her?”

Zhang Wei turned around, his gaze lingering on Lisa’s endearing, slumbering form. “You decide,” he said.

Xiong Mei’s eyes widened in surprise, questioning, “Me?”

Zhang Wei elaborated, “Yes, decide for yourself. Consider this – we could take advantage of her, and I could even take control of her while she sleeps. At most, she might throw a tantrum in the morning, but I don’t really mind.”

Xiong Mei hesitated, contemplating the situation before expressing with slight uncertainty, “That’s not a good idea…”

Zhang Wei, intrigued, raised his brows. “Oh, why is that?”

“If you don’t do anything, she would already be yours in the morning,” Xiong Mei replied matter-of-factly.

Zhang Wei nodded, acknowledging her point. “You’re right; let’s go with that.”

With Zhang Wei’s assistance, Xiong Mei carried Lisa to her room, and they both settled in, preparing for the journey to Xiong Mei’s hometown village the next day.

True to Xiong Mei’s prediction, Lisa, perhaps deliberately, had succumbed to mental defeat. She might have intentionally gotten drunk, expecting Zhang Wei to take advantage of her during sleep, providing her an escape from the bet’s pressure.

However, Zhang Wei refrained from such actions. Whether or not Lisa planned it, her inevitable downfall had already begun. It was now just a matter of time before he asserted his influence over her.

Not to mention, as his secretary, Zhang Wei preferred her indebted to him, perceiving him in a positive light and remaining loyal to him. The game was set, and the pieces were in motion.

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On April 5th, 2023, the car glided steadily through the bumpy road as Zhang Wei and the others entered northern Dongjiang. The air was growing colder, and distant mountains hinted at the imminent arrival of snow.

Zhang Wei leaned back in his seat, glancing at the snow-kissed peaks. “Seems like we’re in for a chilly welcome.”

Xiong Mei, sitting beside him, wrapped her scarf a bit tighter. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen snow. Hope they’re ready for our unexpected visit.”

As the car moved further into the village, the tranquility was broken by the rumble of conversations. Villagers peeked out of their houses, exchanging whispers about the unusual visitors.

Zhang Wei rolled down the window, smiling at the onlookers, before closing the windows again, “Looks like we’ve stirred up some interest.”

Lisa chuckled, “Small villages like this don’t often see fancy cars rolling in.”

Despite the attention, there was a serene quality in the air. The villagers exchanged glances, wondering about the purpose of this unusual visit.

A local, eyeing the approaching vehicle, mumbled to a neighbor, “Who do you think they are? Must be important officals on visit.”

His companion, equally intrigued, responded, “Haven’t seen such a car here before. Wonder what brings them to our village.”