Manipulative Harem God

"Oh, Monkey, it's you!"

The hall went dead silent for a second, eyes darting between Zhang Wei and the very average-looking man who had just spoken out.

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Hiss!

The crowd took in the newcomer's painfully ordinary appearance—short, dark hair, a plain white shirt that looked like it was from the discount bin at a thrift store, and pants that screamed 'I borrowed these from my grandpa.' The guy was so forgettable that most people already struggled to remember his face.

"He really is a fucking monkey…" someone snorted.

"Yeah, Monkey, but with zero muscle. Dude's built like a soggy dumpling!" another voice jeered.

"Forget his shitty outfit, what's with the two fucking goddesses standing next to him?" someone else barked, eyes glued to the two women in the VIP box next to Yang Lei.

The sight of those two beauties next to such a bland-looking guy was enough to make everyone's jaws hit the floor.

"Does this fucking toad think he can eat swan meat?" a man from the back spat, his tone dripping with contempt. "Humph! What a fucking joke."

The crowd's focus shifted to the women standing beside Yang Lei. One was Ye Mengying, tall and elegant in a brown suit that screamed 'CEO who'll fire you without blinking.' Her long legs were impossible to ignore, and her cold, wisdom filled gaze had an executive edge that could slice through steel.

Zhang Wei recognized her instantly—the same woman whose car had broken down when he first arrived in Xianghui City.

And Yang Lei? He was the sucker who'd tried to fix it before Zhang had stepped in and pulled one over on him.

The memory brought a smirk to Zhang Wei's face.

Classic.

But then his eyes drifted to the other woman—a beauty whose sweetness practically radiated off her.

She had a soft, oval face with a faint blush on her cheeks, dressed in a modern green sleeveless cheongsam that hugged her curves just right. She was the epitome of the gentle, loveable wife—someone who could make a grown man's heart melt.

"Goddamn!" someone shouted from the crowd. "Who the fuck let a walking pillow like her out of the house?"

"Bro, the left one is a full package —I'd let her crush my skull between her thighs, no lie!" another voice chimed in.

"Forget that—what's she doing with this fucking nobody? Did he pull her out of a catalog or something?"

Zhang Wei's eyes narrowed. 'What the hell were these two women doing with this monkey?'

Yang Lei, standing there as if he hadn't just been verbally shredded by the crowd, clenched his fists in frustration. "Who are you calling a monkey, you little white-faced bastard? Mind your own business!"

Zhang Wei blinked, his casual expression instantly shifting to something more calculated, eyes gleaming with annoyance. "Do you want to get beaten, Monkey?" he said, the smile on his face fading into something far more dangerous.

Does this idiot really not realize who he's messing with? Zhang Wei had two Evil Buddhas standing right there, ready to tear the room apart, not to mention, he alone could flatten this overly stupid monkey without breaking a sweat.

Yang Lei, still acting as if he wasn't facing certain destruction, snorted arrogantly. "Get out of here! Start the auction! We didn't come here to listen to this guy's bullshit."

But despite his blustering, no one in the crowd took his words seriously. In fact, they only looked at him with a mix of pity and amusement, the way you'd look at a dog barking at thunder, not realizing the storm could wipe it out at any moment.

Long Tian, still sulking in the corner from his earlier humiliation, laughed inwardly. Looking at Yang Lei, he couldn't help but think: This guy's an even bigger joke than I am.

Jiang Yueqing, the auctioneer, smiled bitterly as she bit her lip, her eyes glancing nervously at Zhang Wei's back.

After a moment of hesitation, she stepped forward and made her decision. "The auction will resume shortly. Miss Ye, Miss Qiao, I hope you don't mind waiting a few minutes while we... clean up." She motioned to the bloodstains and the bodies scattered across the floor.

The crowd's whispers picked up almost immediately, and Zhang Wei couldn't help but overhear them:

"Miss Ye? As in Ye Mengying, from the Ye family?"

"Wait, isn't the old doctor from the Ye family already dead?"

"Nah, I heard he's on his deathbed, but not gone yet. He'll kick the bucket soon, though."

Zhang Wei's eyes shifted toward Ye Mengying, who was trying to maintain her confident, untouchable exterior.

But even she couldn't hide her discomfort as the crowd talked about her family's affairs like she wasn't standing right there.

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"And that's Miss Qiao, isn't it? The Qiao family heiress?"

"I heard she never leaves the house. They say she's already married!"

"Married?! Damn, that's a shame!"

The admiration in the crowd's gazes suddenly shifted toward Qiao Qing, who was clearly uncomfortable with the sudden attention.

Her blush deepened, and she shifted awkwardly beside Yang Lei, who was oblivious to the whole situation.

Zhang Wei's lips twitched, amusement flashing in his eyes. "The flower already has an owner?" He wasn't usually one to care about such things, but something about this particular sweet juicy flower had caught his eye.

People get married so early these days?

Before Zhang Wei could think more about it, Yang Lei finally snapped, realizing the crowd was ogling his wife. His eyes flared with anger as he shouted, "Hey, you bastards! Stop staring at my wife, or I'll gouge your fucking eyes out!"

The crowd roared with laughter, someone from the back sneering, "Your wife? Have you looked in the mirror lately?"

More laughter exploded around the room as the crowd broke into a fresh round of taunts.

"Bro, you think a flower like Qiao Qing is really with you?"

"Looks like he's delusional!"

"And Ye Mengying? Forget it! She's the fantasy of every man in this city. Hell, she's gotten me through more than a few lonely nights!" The crowd cackled at that, several guys nodding in agreement.

Yang Lei's face turned crimson, his fists trembling as he tried to hold himself back.

His eyes darted toward Qiao Qing, who had turned even redder, clearly mortified by the whole situation.