Manipulative Harem God

514  Old Cow Eating Tender Grass!

Slap!

"Ah!?"

The sound echoed sharply through the bustling room as Murong Jinxiang froze mid-step, her cheeks instantly flushing a deep crimson—not from shyness but from the stinging slap that shook her rear.

The unexpected spank sent her body jolting forward slightly, causing her to clench her eyes shut in a mix of embarrassment and fury.

'Just a bit longer... He's not himself tonight... Control yourself, Jinxiang,' she coached herself internally, taking deep, controlled breaths.

Her hands balled into fists at her sides as Zhang Wei stood behind her, a wide, grin splitting his face.

"It's gotten fluffier; maybe age is making them sag," Zhang Wei quipped loudly, adding insult to injury with his tactless remark.

'!!'

"Zhang Wei—I am beating you today!" Murong Jinxiang's eyes snapped open, wide with fury as she spun around, her body trembling with indignation, ready to teach him a lesson today on respecting elders.

The last thing Murong Jinxiang wanted was for him to comment on her age!

It was a sensitive subject, especially for women navigating the complexities of their early thirties.

Whoosh!

Fueled by indignation, she charged towards Zhang Wei, intent on teaching him a lesson.

But brother, ever the unpredictable, was ready for her advance; he swiftly grabbed a nearby stool, hosting it into the air.

"!!"

"T-Th—Stop it!" Murong Jinxiang stuttered, freezing in place as she saw him lift the stool, ready to throw it at her.

"Why stop? Don't you want a fight?" Zhang Wei taunted, his smile widening mischievously.

"..."

Murong Jinxiang was momentarily speechless, her initial fury giving way to a cold realization of the escalating situation.

She quickly regained her composure and turned to address the room, her voice carrying a firm, authoritative tone. "Everyone, please leave; the restaurant is closing early today," she announced, even though it was only 1:30 am, half an hour before the usual closing time.

As the patrons reluctantly began to filter out, a chorus of disappointed whispers filled the air.

"Aw, just when it was getting good!" one quipped, feigning distress.

"Guess we'll have to come back for the sequel," another joked, eliciting a chuckle from a nearby table.

"Talk about a cliffhanger, right?" someone else added, glancing back with a smirk.

"Do you think they'll sell tickets next time?" one laughed, their voice receding into the night.

After the patrons reluctantly filtered out, leaving the space echoing with the quiet murmur of the disappointed crowd, the restaurant felt suddenly empty, save for the staff who lingered, unsure of what to do.

Murong Jinxiang hesitated at the door, turning to glance back at Zhang Wei.

Though the gesture appeared surprisingly non-threatining, as the brother carefully placed the stool back in its original spot and spoke with a disarmingly pleasant smile, "I'll clean the seat for you."

He then proceeded to brush off the stool's surface with his hand, offering a reassuring smile that seemed devoid of any malice.

Murong Jinxiang's eyes twitched in suspicion. 'Is this some kind of hidden threat? Does he really think he can intimidate me?' she questioned inwardly.

Yet, moments later, she found herself awkwardly sitting back down, forcing a smile to mask her unease.

This was too much!

Today, Zhang Wei was completely out of line, and Murong Jinxiang felt increasingly certain that he was no longer in control of his actions.

After a long moment of contemplation, she bit her lip in frustration and stealthily glanced at Zhang Wei.

Seizing an opportunity while he was engrossed in eating, she quietly pulled out her phone and dialed Qi Xiang, desperate for additional help!

But after several attempts, there was no response. Qi Xiang didn't pick up. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

'Pick up the phone!' Murong Jinxiang silently panicked as she tiptoed back to her spot, only to discover Zhang Wei finishing his meal.

"Stop trying, he won't pick up," Zhang Wei commented nonchalantly, as he casually reached for a tissue to wipe his mouth, his demeanor frustratingly calm.

"!!"

22:35

Murong Jinxiang was visibly surprised, but his words deepened her fears, making her think he might have sabotaged any help coming her way.

"You!? How do you know!" she demanded, her voice tinged with panic

Tensely gripping the edge of the stool, her body poised to flee, she recalled the last time she had managed to escape from him when he was just seventeen—a less daunting situation then.

But now, the man before her exuded a far more stronger presence, and the fear that he might commit an excessive and irreversible act today scared her.

Her heart thudded loudly, each beat echoing her growing anxiety, even as Zhang Wei, with calculated calm, wiped his mouth and turned to regard her with a disarming smile.

Whoosh!

"Aahhh!"

Her scream broke through the quiet as he suddenly captured her hand, his action swift and startling.

Zhang Wei's eyebrow arched in annoyance. "Why are you screaming as if I am about to murder you?" he questioned, his tone edged with irritation.

"Gasp!"

Murong Jinxiang shook her head quickly, her hand clamping over her mouth to stifle any further outbursts.

"You think I'm intoxicated and would do something to you?" Zhang Wei's eyes narrowed suspiciously at her.

"..."

Frozen, Murong Jinxiang found herself at a loss for words. If she voiced her fears, it might trigger him, especially given his unpredictable state.

Her eyes darted towards the two waitresses, seeking an escape route, but Zhang Wei's grip was unyielding.

He caught her chin forcefully, compelling her to face him directly. "Look at me, not them," he commanded, his voice stern.

"..."

With hesitant compliance, Murong Jinxiang gave a slight nod, her breath deepening as she tried to calm the storm of emotions rising within her.

Zhang Wei began again, seemingly satisfied. "Life is too short to overthink, Jinxi. Look at you, already developing wrinkles," he said as he grabbed and squeezed her cheeks playfully yet firmly. "If you continue like this, you'll become an old hag in no time, and even your children will call you old. Why not be a bit shameless and let loose?"

Seeing Murong Jinxiang tremble under his touch, Zhang Wei clicked his tongue. "Tsk, are you scared of what people might say? Don't worry, I consent, and an old cow eating tender grass is indeed nothing new to me."