Manipulative Harem God

Bai Wenling then turned a severe glare towards Ding Lanying, who flinched slightly, "Wen—"

"Leavealone!"

Vroom!

Bai Wenling's words barely had tto echo in the confined space before she ignited the engine and the car roared forward with a powerful surge.

She maneuvered the vehicle, just skimming past the gate without a scratch, and as they cleared the confines of the estate, she exhaled a deep, steadying breath and turned to Zhang Wei.

"Sorry about my mother," she said, her voice tinged with embarrassment.

Zhang Wei gave a sympathetic nod. "It's normal, but you have a boyfriend?" he asked, his curiosity tinged with a hint of suspicion.

Until this moment, the possibility of her having a boyfriend hadn't even dawned on him.

But now, as this new reality settled over Zhang Wei, a subtle shadow of disappointment flickered across his mind, though he managed to keep his expression neutral.

Bai Wenling nodded, her eyes momentarily downcast. "Yeah..."

"He's from the university... sbatch as me."

She admitted, then suddenly spun around to give him a playful wink. "What, disappointed that you're late to the party and can't use the stactics you tried on Xiong Mei?"

Zhang Wei shrugged nonchalantly, "I didn't use any tricks, and as for disappointment—anyone would be upset if cow dung spoiled a beautiful flower."

Bai Wenling couldn't help but smile wryly and shake her head, "You should have saved the flower earlier; now it's too late. But perhaps that's for the best."

"Good, how?" Zhang Wei turned to face her, his curiosity piqued.

Bai Wenling's smile broadened, "I am quite demanding. I can't tolerate a man who has affairs."

Zhang Wei simply responded with a subdued, "Oh."

He didn't take her words to heart.

Nearly every woman says that, he thought.

Yet, he knew that often rules are more flexible than they seem.

In his experience, rules were steadfast only for the men women could easily attain; for the exceptional ones, the rules often bent.

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At the marina, the ambiance was composed, with the rhythmic sound of water lapping against the docks and the occasional call of seagulls overhead.

Bai Wenling led Zhang Wei with a professional demeanor, her knowledge evident in each precise description she offered about the yachts moored neatly in their slips.

Pointing to a streamlined yacht with an ivory hull, she began, "This is the Eclipse 5000, designed for both speed and efficiency. The hull is constructed from a lightweight composite that enhances hydrodynamics. It's powered by twin turbocharged engines, each offering up to 500 horsepower. Ideal for those who value speed without compromising on stability."

As they moved to a more grandiose vessel, Bai Wenling continued in a measured tone, "Next, we have the Majesty 72. It's one of the larger models, equipped with luxury amenities to accommodate extended voyages. The interiors are finished with handcrafted wood and Italian marble, featuring satellite communications and a fully equipped entertainment suite."

They passed other yachts, each remarkable in its own right, until they paused before a yacht with a sleek, dark hull. "This is the StealthCraft 300, designed primarily for privacy. The hull material is specialized to reduce radar signature, and it operates on an electric hybrid system, which allows for nearly silent running."

At the end of the pier stood a yacht that seemed to capture the essence of modernity and sustainability. "And finally, the Silver Sirena," Bai Wenling stated. "It integrates solar panels that are aesthetically blended with its structure, supporting a hybrid diesel-electric engine to reduce emissions. The navigation system is fully automated, optimizing fuel efficiency and route planning based on real-tenvironmental data."

Throughout the tour, Bai Wenling's approach was factual and straightforward, showcasing her extensive knowledge and professionalism.

She treated each yacht not just as a product but as an example of maritengineering excellence, designed to meet specific needs and preferences.

Zhang Wei appreciated her clear, concise explanations, recognizing her not only as an university girl but as a skilled professional in her field, deeply familiar with the intricacies of yacht technology and the boating industry.

"Is anything for sale?" Zhang Wei finally asked, interrupting the flow of Bai Wenling's enthusiastic presentation.

"Hm?"

Bai Wenling turned toward an older man who had been quietly trailing them. She hesitated for a moment before inquiring, "Ah... Uncle, do we have anything available for sale?"

Wei Shen, his white hair meticulously styled, adjusted the lapels of his crisp blue suit as he responded. "Currently, all the vessels you see are earmarked for delivery to clients. We could tailor an order for your friend, but please note it would require stto construct and ship."

Wei Shen nodded in acknowledgment. Meanwhile, Bai Wenling gestured towards a sleek yacht moored nearby—the Majesty 24. With a smile, she suggested, "We can still take a ride, if you'd like."

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Click!

"Why didn't you take a ride?" Bai Wenling asked as she smoothly shut the car door and secured her seatbelt.

She turned towards Zhang Wei with a puzzled look, her tone laced with surprise at his unexpected refusal of the yacht ride.

That really caught her off guard.

Zhang Wei gave a casual shrug, his expression teasing. "I'd actually prefer if you could mix up sdrinks and invite a few girls for a bit of fun, rather than just ambling through the ocean."

"..."

Bai Wenling's expression momentarily blanked, a mix of disbelief and amusement flickering across her features before she sighed deeply. "You really should meet my brother then; I'm definitely not your go-to for that kind of entertainment."

She wasn't about to pass judgment on Zhang Wei.

After all, extravagant parties with lavish entertainment were hardly uncommon in her circle—her own family included.

Indeed, Bai Wenling remained quite unfazed by Zhang Wei's inclinations.

Her own father secretly kept a mistress, a fact not lost on Ding Lanying, her mother.

Everyone in their social fabric seemed to skirt around this truth, maintaining a facade as though all was in perfect order.