Manipulative Harem God

433  Mo Yuxin turned Maid? Dances on Brother's Palm! Mops the Floor! (2)

"Outstanding work! If you maintain this level of performance, a promotion is definitely in your future!" Zhang Wei exclaimed, spinning in his chair with a gleam of amusement in his eyes as he watched Mo Yuxin diligently mop the floor.

"..."

Undeterred by her exhaustion, Mo Yuxin wiped the sweat from her brow. Inside, she pondered, 'What could a maid possibly be promoted to?'

Shaking off her thoughts, she continued her task until her concentration was interrupted by another cheer that nearly caused her to lose her footing and collide with the floor. "Your dedication will make you climb places!" Zhang Wei declared enthusiastically.

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Confused by the sudden exclamation, Mo Yuxin stumbled for a moment, teetering on the brink of a fall.

Climb places?

Or climb the brother's lap?

Mo Yuxin seemed to be lacking clarity!

Observing her momentary daze, Zhang Wei couldn't contain his amusement. "Fear not, I treat women with respect. Your efforts will be 'properly' compensated," he assured with a hint of seriousness in his voice.

"..." Mo Yuxin was left speechless, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she wondered when it would all end. The hands wielding the mop became more aggressive, a clear indication of her growing annoyance.

After toying with the girl for a bit, Zhang Wei felt satisfied. It was time to take things up a notch - and what better way than to bully his concubine?

Without wasting a moment, he dialed a number and eagerly exclaimed, "Hey, where are you, my little concubine?" His voice dripped with feigned sweetness.

Mo Yuxin, "..."

Chen Yulan, "..."

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"..."

Chen Yulan, who reluctantly answered the call, furrowed her brows in annoyance.

After what seemed like an eternity of silence, she whispered softly, "...At Home..."

She didn't even knew she was the concubine.

She used to think she was the trophy wife!

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Did brother have a change of heart?

Disregarding the specifics, she decided to embrace the brother's latest demands and offered noncommittal hums as he shamelessly bombarded her with words, "hmm...hmm..."

Few minutes later, Chen Yulan's grip on the phone tightened with each word, her face flaming red, wishing she could just dig a hole and disappear.

Had he found no one else to harrass today?

Why was he knocking on her door in the morning?

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Mo Yuxin, slouched and despondent, couldn't help but eavesdrop on their conversation, feeling her cheeks turn crimson with embarrassment. Her eyes bulged in astonishment, completely taken aback by their dialogue echoing in her ears.

Beep…

As Zhang Wei finally terminated the call, the little girl exhaled a sigh of relief, her heart racing as she resumed her task of meticulously wiping down the tables with a cloth.

"Make sure you clean the cracks as well," Zhang Wei commanded, rising to his feet and pointing sharply to the concealed nooks beneath the table's edge.

Mo Yuxin's eyes narrowed in irritation as she reluctantly acquiesced, muttering, "Yes, boss."

"It's not boss! Can you imagine the scandal if people thought I was exploiting child labor?" Zhang Wei exclaimed with mock outrage. "Call me Brother! Brother Zhang! Understand? Let's not give people the wrong impression about us!"

"..."

Mo Yuxin couldn't help but worry to herself, 'Wouldn't they get the entirely wrong idea if I address you as Brother Zhang?' She knew that term was typically reserved for illicit relationships.

With a heavy sigh, she made the decision to divert her attention towards work and away from Zhang Wei.

As she leaned down to clean the table's lower edge, Zhang Wei leisurely reclined in his chair, extending his legs and casually placing them over the armrest.

His gaze was fixed on Mo Yuxin as she bent over, almost as though presenting herself to him.

His eyes were drawn to the sight of tight leggings under her skirt, accentuating her curves.

With a disapproving click of its tongue, the System remarked, [Tsk, Host, why don't you give her a lesson in modesty?]

Zhang Wei shook his head in response. 'Where are your morals, System? Do you want me to harass her?'

In a suggestive tone, the System replied,  [That's fine, host. Feel free to harass me all you want.]

Zhang Wei's eyes flickered with irritation, and then, suddenly, there was a loud—

Boom!

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Mo Yuxin's whole body jolted in response to the sudden impact, her mind racing with questions as she rose to her feet, a sense of unease gripping her tightly.

As she turned to face the source of the disturbance, she found Zhang Wei perched on the chair, the fallen bottle resting by his feet, the liquid seeping slowly across the floor.

Her eyes widened in confusion as she watched him slam his hand onto the table, a look of frustration etched on his face.

Their gazes locked in a tense exchange, his eyes darting momentarily to the spreading spillage. "What are you waiting for? It's already spilling, clean it," his voice cut through the silence, sharp and commanding.

"Ah? Okay." Snapping out of her daze, Mo Yuxin hurried to his side, the scent of the spilled drink enveloping her senses.

She grabbed a cloth from a nearby cabinet and dropped to her knees, the liquid cool against her skin as she worked swiftly to mop up the mess, the sounds of their breathing filling the room like an unspoken suffocation.

"..."

Zhang Wei watched with a silent smile, observing as Mo Yuxin cleaned. Suddenly, a rustling sound caught her attention, causing her brows to furrow in displeasure. "Why are you taking off your clothes?" she gasped, freezing in shock

As Zhang Wei started to remove his pants, he suddenly stopped. "It's wet here as well," he stated matter-of-factly.

Mo Yuxin was rendered speechless. She turned her gaze away as Zhang Wei proceeded to strip naked before her eyes. 'Rogue...' she thought, shocked by the stark contrast between his noble appearance and his deceptive actions.

"It's done," Zhang Wei said abruptly, causing Mo Yuxin's lips to quiver slightly. She knew the routine all too well.

"Do you want me to clean there as well?" she asked, her voice tinged with skepticism.

Mo Yuxin was no fool. Her glare quickly turned to anger as she looked at Zhang Wei. But her expression shifted to panic when she noticed his sleeping dragon.

Zhang Wei shook his head. "You misunderstand. I don't want you to clean it."

"Huh?" Mo Yuxin couldn't hide her shock, feeling bewildered and guilty all at once. 'Did I misjudge him?' she thought, momentarily forgetting about the earlier 'session' of harassment.