Manipulative Harem God

Chapter 381 Angered Chen Yulan to death!

?Zhang Wei, seemingly oblivious to her distress, clicked his tongue and advanced toward her. “C’mon, don’t destroy my mood…” he said, taking a step forward.

Chen Yulan’s eyes darted frantically, desperately seeking an exit from the escalating situation. She could feel the dangerous proximity of the cliff’s edge just behind her, its presence looming like an ominous specter.

Summoning a resolve borne of fear and determination, she issued a stark warning, her voice steady despite the turmoil within. “Wei, if you come any closer, I would jump…”

Zhang Wei, momentarily halting in his advance, frowned deeply, his expression one of perplexity and challenge. “Then jump,” he retorted, his words a startling mix of dare and indifference.

The response sent a shockwave through Chen Yulan, but before she could even process the gravity of his words, Zhang Wei closed the distance between them in a swift motion, seizing her hands. “Haha, how about jumping together?” he teased, his tone light but his actions bordering on menacing as he feigned a push towards the cliff. “No, don’t! We would die,” Chen Yulan’s protest was immediate, her voice laced with fear and denial.

An uncomfortable silence enveloped them, Zhang Wei’s gaze locked on Chen Yulan, who was now consumed with a sense of dread.

The realization dawned upon her that the man before her, whom she had known for so long, was capable of pushing boundaries she never thought he would.

The unease in her heart grew, a feeling of betrayal and fear intermingling.

Zhang Wei’s mind raced with thoughts and calculations. ‘She wouldn’t really jump and kill herself if I pushed further, would she?’ he pondered, searching her eyes for any indication of her true intentions. Yet, even he was uncertain, his usual confidence wavering in the face of her evident distress.

Ultimately, Zhang Wei chose to relent, not wanting to completely shatter the tense atmosphere. “Okay, let’s not destroy my mood completely,” he said, pulling her back slightly from the edge of the cliff. Chen Yulan struggled silently in his grasp, her efforts focused on putting distance between them. “You can’t hold me like that…” she cautioned, her voice a mix of warning and plea.

Zhang Wei’s reaction to Chen Yulan’s evident anger was a mix of amusement and laughter at her adorable words.

His chuckle, while light-hearted, did little to ease the tension. “Yes, yes. But remember, I don’t listen to your kind!” he quipped, maintaining his grip on her as they began their descent down the mountain. His tone was teasing, but the undercurrent of control was unmistakable.

Chen Yulan found herself being led, almost against her will, her steps reluctant but forced by the momentum of Zhang Wei’s determined stride.

She was unaware of the orchids, now safely stored in Zhang Wei’s inventory – a small consolation in the midst of a confusing and uncomfortable situation.

Back at the car, Zhang Wei carefully secured Chen Yulan’s seatbelt, his actions meticulous yet distant.

The distinct aroma that emanated from her only added to the complexity of the moment – a blend of the orchids’ fragrance and an underlying tension that filled the space between them.

Chen Yulan sat rigidly, her gaze averted, the silent anger in her eyes speaking volumes.

The drive back down the mountain commenced with Zhang Wei at the wheel, his glance occasionally shifting towards her.

His thoughts, however, veered into a darker, more calculating realm. ‘Tsk, what anger. Let’s see if she dares to be angry if the rice is cooked already.’ The inward laughter that followed was reminiscent of a villain plotting his next move, a stark contrast to the serene and natural beauty of the mountain they were leaving behind.

The interior of the car was soon filled with the acrid scent of cigarette smoke, a stark contrast to the fresh mountain air they had just left behind.

Chen Yulan’s expression shifted from one of silent anger to slight melancholy, her brows knitting together in response to the intrusive smell.

Her voice, tinged with a mix of frustration and disappointment, broke the silence. “The people who hide their ability to cope with stress behind a cigarette are weak…” she said, her words laced with a conviction that spoke of deeper feelings than just disdain for the habit.

Zhang Wei’s response came with a light-hearted laugh, betraying neither offense nor agreement. “Angry, huh? Then you have to be disappointed, because… I smoke them for aesthetics and not for coping with stress,” he replied, his tone dismissive.

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Chen Yulan, her patience fraying, closed her ears, refusing to listen to any more of his provocations. 𝑖.𝑐ℴ𝑚

His ability to disturb her calm and composed demeanor was indeed unique.

Amidst her silent protest, Zhang Wei couldn’t help but throw in another teasing remark. “You look cuter when angry,” he said, an observation that seemed to amuse him.

Chen Yulan turned to face him, stunned and exasperated. “Why… Are you doing this?” she asked, her voice a mix of confusion and a plea for understanding.

His behavior seemed almost calculated to upset her.

With a chuckle, Zhang Wei extinguished the cigarette and tossed it out the window. He then reached over, gently pressing her cheeks between his fingers. “Because you look cuter when you are angry,” he repeated, his smile mischievous and teasing.

Chen Yulan’s demand for personal space, “Don’t touch,” was met with Zhang Wei’s persistent disregard for her boundaries. Her reaction, a mix of surprise and displeasure, was clear when she slapped his hand away.

Zhang Wei, seemingly unfazed by her rejection, persisted in his playful but intrusive behavior. “C’mon, don’t be so petty,” he said, reaching out once again to touch her face.

“DON’T touch!” Chen Yulan’s voice rose in protest, her patience clearly wearing thin, her hands balling into cute fists.

Zhang Wei’s response was a chuckle, a seemingly carefree attitude that belied the seriousness of her discomfort. “Why not? It’s quite soft…” he remarked, stretching her cheeks in a gesture that was both familiar and unwelcome.

“You!?” Chen Yulan’s face flushed with anger and disbelief. The thought crossed her mind that Zhang Wei might actually be trying to provoke her to the point of death!

The remainder of the journey was marked by a growing tension.

Chen Yulan eventually sank into resignation, her face now tinged with a rosy blush from his constant teasing, which only made her appear more adorable.

Her valiant efforts to ward off Zhang Wei’s advances slowly crumbled, leaving her with a defeated sense of apathy. In that moment, all she yearned for was a swift escape, to flee from the awkward and bewildering situation, and return home as swiftly as possible.

Her sense of safety and comfort around Zhang Wei, once taken for granted, had been deeply shaken. The playful, affectionate interactions they once shared were now tainted by a sense of intrusion and disrespect.

Zhang Wei, for his part, continued to play with her hair and cheeks, seemingly oblivious or indifferent to her discomfort.

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