Manipulative Harem God

Chapter 162 Molesting Zhao Hongyan (2)

Chapter 162 Molesting Zhao Hongyan (2)

In the safety of her own home, Zhao Hongyan couldn't believe he was daring to engage in such behavior.

Was Zhang Wei trying to molest her within her very own walls?

Adding to the surreal atmosphere, her daughter was right there in the kitchen, along with another girl, Feng Xinyue, whose innocent gaze was firmly locked onto the unfolding scene.

'Has he completely lost his common sense?' she thought, a mix of disbelief and helplessness washing over her.

After a brief but tense silence, she let out a sigh, her tone firm as she responded, "If you believe that you've won any favor by saving my daughter, you're mistaken," making her stance clear.

Zhang Wei, however, seemed undeterred by her words, unflinchingly pressing his face into her hair, lightly inhaling the aroma. This made Zhao Hongyan twist her neck uncomfortably, attempting to rise, but she found herself oddly unable to stand, despite her persistent efforts. The situation had become increasingly uncomfortable, leaving her feeling trapped and bewildered.

This woman seemed to be harboring a grave misunderstanding, thinking that Zhang Wei was attempting to win her heart before pursuing a relationship with her.

Yet, this misunderstanding was perhaps a revealing one, suggesting that she was surprisingly open to the idea of this relationship. This revelation caught Zhang Wei off guard; he had initially expected her to resort to threats or be resistant.

"...Then what else do I need to do to win you?" he inquired, feigning interest, although a mischievous laughter followed soon after. "You really caught me by surprise. I was expecting you to scream or something, but it seems you're genuinely eager to exact revenge on your husband, huh?" Unable to hold back, he let the comment slip aloud.

Zhao Hongyan's expression briefly revealed discomfort. "...I would scream if you don't let go. Remember, Shanshan is in the house," she cautioned, maintaining a fa?ade of calmness despite the situation.

But Zhang Wei was determined to be lecherous today. He held her waist with a firm grip, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, and he planted a light kiss on her shoulder, causing Zhao Hongyan to shiver involuntarily as his hand confidently explored her curvy thighs.

The sensation was entirely different, indulging in the experience of a mature milf. He playfully squeezed her thighs, and Zhao Hongyan felt her voice trapped in her throat, a mix of surprise and anticipation.

"C'mon, scream already. This could be a thrilling game," chuckled Zhang Wei, his eyes dancing with mischief.

Zhao Hongyan's eyes snapped wide open, and she retorted, "You are utterly shameless!" She bit her lip, plotting the best escape from this intense situation.

As Zhang Wei's daring actions continued, her mood began to plummet. She spoke with a hint of disappointment, "Aren't you just like Song Pojun, cheating on your wife? What sets you apart from him?" Her voice carried a slight edge, fueled by his relentless teasing.

Zhang Wei smirked, ready to reply, when another voice suddenly broke the tension between them.

"Why are you two making so much noise!? Can't you jus—!!!"

"Zhang Wei!? Mom!?" Song Shoushan was astonished as she saw her mother actually sitting onto Zhang Wei's lap with a flushed face, while his hands wrapped around her body intimately, she took a deep breath and retreated to the kitchen, "I-I am sorry." Instantly she ran back, slapping her face, reminding her self of this absurd reality.

"Are you happy now?" Zhao Hongyan retored with an angry glare, as she freed away from his grasp and fixed her clothings.

Zhang Wei smiled bitterly.

Now, taking the daughter would become even harder.

Song Shoushan has spotted them, so Zhang Wei can't make direct moves on her anymore.

It was careless of him.

As for what she thinks about him and Zhao Hongyan, he didn't care, nor did Zhao Hongyan as she appeared nonchalant at the dining table.

Song Shoushan quietly ate her food, occasionally sending ambiguous smiles in Zhang Wei's direction when her mother wasn't looking. These smiles left Zhao Hongyan feeling a mixture of helplessness and concern.

Song Shoushan seemed to have misunderstood the situation, but finding a way to clear that misunderstanding appeared to be a complex challenge.

Could she simply explain that everything was a misunderstanding and that there was nothing going on between them? It felt like an awkward conversation to initiate.

Even Zhao Hongyan herself wasn't entirely convinced as she glanced at Zhang Wei's face, her thoughts muddled. He appeared flawless, yet she couldn't help but acknowledge that he wasn't fundamentally different from Song Pojun, just as she had mentioned before.

At her age, she didn't harbor the naive expectation of finding a perfectly loyal man anymore. This realization highlighted the stark difference between mature women and young girls. The former were well-acquainted with the harsh realities of relationships, while the latter often lived in idealistic illusions.

Zhang Wei bid farewell to both Zhao Hongyan and Feng Xinyue, opting to take the metro for transportation instead of accepting Zhao Hongyan's offer for a ride.

He felt comfortable in Feng Xinyue's presence; there was something intriguing about this quiet, tamed girl who had proven to be unexpectedly beneficial to him.

As he walked alongside the innocent-looking girl, he couldn't help but wonder about her true nature. It was a thought that had crossed his mind before: what would happen once the curse was lifted?

Unlike others, the slave seal didn't hold any power over her, which essentially meant she would regain her freedom. The uncertainty of her future actions left him pondering various scenarios.

Would she seek revenge? Would he need to start making plans to hide from her wrath? Or would she not care at all, moving on without any interest in retribution? The possibilities were endless, and the ambiguity of her future actions troubled him.

In the end, Zhang Wei realized he had no way to control how she would react, so he continued to stroll along with her until they reached the nearest subway station, the weight of the unknown future hanging in the air.