Manipulative Harem God

Chapter 277 Zhao Hongyan need help?

As Mo Yunxi sat in the bustling lobby, her focus suddenly shifted as she felt a breeze rush past her.

It was a fleeting movement, but it caught her attention.

She turned her gaze just in time to glimpse Zhang Wei, striding purposefully past her. It was an unusual sight, and her curiosity stirred.

“Huh? Was it him?” Mo Yunxi muttered to herself, watching him move swiftly away.

In an instant, her instincts kicked in, and she couldn’t ignore the urgency of the situation.

Mo Yunxi jumped to her feet, her heart pounding, and yelled desperately, “Zhang Wei, wait!” She began running after him, her heels clicking on the marble floor. 𝑵𝑶𝓋𝗲𝑙𝓝ℯxt.𝗰𝑜𝐌

Zhang Wei, momentarily stunned by her loud cry, hesitated and glanced behind.

The lobby was abuzz with employees, all taken aback by this unexpected spectacle.

However, in that sea of faces, Zhang Wei’s eyes found familiarity in the form of Lisa and Mo Yunxi.

He swiftly made a decision and called out, “Lisa, come with me.” His voice cut through the commotion, and Lisa, though taken aback, nodded in acquiescence. “Y-Yes,” she stammered, following him without question, her bewilderment evident.

Mo Yunxi, still sprinting to catch up, pleaded, “Wait for me!” She yelled once more, struggling to keep pace.

But her efforts were in vain, as she arrived at the entrance just in time to hear the revving of a car engine.

07:28

Roar!

The vehicle sped away, leaving her in a state of helpless dismay, her body trembling in the wake of being ignored and abandoned.

As the echoes of the departing engine faded, Mo Yunxi was left standing alone, grappling with a profound sense of helplessness in the unforgiving world of industrialists.

Today marked a sobering realization, a harsh lesson learned in the face of those who wielded power and influence.

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“Where are we going?” Lisa asked bewildered, her hands gripping the steering wheel as she glanced at Zhang Wei. He had simply asked if she had access to a car and instructed her to drive him.

Naturally, she couldn’t refuse, given that her primary role was indeed his secretary.

Zhang Wei responded, “Drive towards Mansion Row.”

Lisa’s confusion deepened. “Mansion Row? And where is that?”

Zhang Wei’s silence spoke volumes, and he soon realized that Lisa might not be familiar with the area, given that she was not from this country. Without further explanation, he reached over to set the GPS for her.

Lisa nodded in understanding and accelerated the car, steering it in the direction indicated by the navigation system.

While parked in front of the mansion on Mansion Row, Zhang Wei took out his personal cat phone and dialed the number that only a select few had access to.

Xiong Mei, who had been idly lounging around, picked up the call and immediately began answering his inquiries about what had transpired after he and Wang Xiaoying had departed the previous day.

After Xiong Mei provided a comprehensive account of the events, Zhang Wei was about to end the call, but she surprised him with a helpful suggestion. “Husband, I’ll send you the address of the Royal Art Academy. If you’re looking for Xie Meirong, she might be there. I can also send you her home address.”

Zhang Wei nodded in approval, recognizing that Xiong Mei’s proposal might prove valuable in locating Song Shoushan and get to the bottom of the her mysterious disappearance.

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Zhao Hongyan, increasingly anxious about Song Shoushan’s well-being, sat in the room, fidgeting with her phone as she contemplated reaching out to her family for help in locating her missing daughter. Her thoughts swirled with worry and uncertainty.

The door suddenly swung open, and her attention immediately shifted to the newcomers.

Her gaze narrowed as she took in the presence of a foreign woman, but she swiftly redirected her focus toward Zhang Wei, her desperation clear in her eyes.

“Zhang Wei, did you find anything!?” Zhao Hongyan stood up, her tone grave and her expression intense, ignoring the unfamiliar woman with pink hair who had just entered.

Zhang Wei shook his head, his own expression a mix of concern and frustration. “A small lead, but I’m not sure if it will be helpful.”

Zhao Hongyan’s eyes lit up with hope. “What’s the lead?”

Zhang Wei hesitated before responding, “After the meetup in the park, Song Shoushan and the others went back in one of their friend’s cars. That friend might have more information, so we have to contact her.”

Zhao Hongyan’s frown deepened as this new information conflicted with what she knew. “Meetup? I thought she was just going for a small outing with a friend.”

Zhang Wei offered a wry smile, “She lied to you.”

Confusion and concern warred in Zhao Hongyan’s expression as she asked, “Why would she lie?”

Zhang Wei shrugged and shook his head, his voice tinged with a sense of admonishment. “You need to stop being too restrictive with her, or she’ll continue to resort to such lies.”

Zhao Hongyan fell into a heavy silence, her thoughts waging a war of priorities as she weighed the potential consequences against the overriding need to locate her missing daughter.

For now, finding Song Shoushan was her sole focus, and she was willing to mend their relationship later if needed.

Her determination blazed in her eyes as she fixed her gaze on Zhang Wei. “Can you find her or not?” Her voice held an unwavering resolve, hinting at her readiness to employ any means necessary.

Zhang Wei was caught off guard by the sudden intensity in her eyes.

It struck him that Zhao Hongyan’s protectiveness over her daughter could potentially be leveraged as an opportunity.

“Have you contacted the police yet?” Zhang Wei inquired, locking eyes with her determined gaze.

Zhao Hongyan shook her head slightly in response, her lips pressed together.

Zhang Wei furrowed his brow, probing for her reasoning.

With a touch of hesitance, Zhao Hongyan explained, “What if the kidnappers want a ransom? Reporting it might make the situation worse.”

Zhang Wei fell into contemplative silence before suddenly pulling out his phone and relaying the entire incident to Leng Yan. He swiftly requested an official task force to take charge of the case, hoping to get a edge in their efforts to locate Song Shoushan.

Zhao Hongyan desperately wanted to stop Zhang Wei, but the words got stuck in her throat as he disconnected the call. His gaze remained fixed on her as he reassured her, “If they wanted money, they would have contacted you by now.”

She flinched at the realization, her voice trembling as she asked, “Could it be someone I know? Seeking revenge?”

Zhang Wei wore a bitter smile as he admitted, “I don’t know, but it’s a possibility.” He couldn’t deny that he had suspicions, particularly about Xie Meirong.

She was a prime candidate for investigation, and not Song Pojun.

However, a reminder from the system intruded into his thoughts, stating that he didn’t have enough points for certain actions, even when combining everything.

Zhang Wei chuckled inwardly, not that he had any intention of using his points to rescue Song Shoushan. In his mind, he viewed this situation as an opportunity to test his abilities without the system’s assistance.

Zhao Hongyan sat there, torn between anxiety and hope as she watched Zhang Wei coordinate with Leng Yan on the phone. Her mind was a whirlwind of questions. Could Zhang Wei actually make a difference in this situation? Would he be able to find her daughter?

“I-I’m going to call Pojun,” Zhao Hongyan hesitated, glancing towards Zhang Wei for his opinion. He remained stoic, offering no objection or encouragement. Instead, he issued a stark reminder, “Even if he’s involved, do you think he’d discuss it over the phone?”

Despite acknowledging the validity of Zhang Wei’s words, Zhao Hongyan felt the urgency of the situation pressing on her. She dialed Song Pojun’s number in the hope of gleaning information about Song Shoushan’s whereabouts.

To her dismay, the call was answered not by Song Pojun but by the woman she resented the most – Shao Tengfei, Song Pojun’s secretary and the woman with whom he was having an affair.

Shao Tengfei’s voice was as cold as her demeanor as she inquired, “What do you need?”

Zhao Hongyan fought the urge to vent her frustrations and replied with a sense of urgency, “Where is Pojun? Give him the call; I need to ask him something about Shanshan.”

Shao Tengfei’s response was dismissive and condescending. “He’s busy. What does your daughter have to do with him? Don’t call again.” The call ended abruptly with a click.

Zhao Hongyan stared at her phone in disbelief as Shao Tengfei disconnected the call. Anger, frustration, and fear swirled within her. She was desperate for answers about her missing daughter and was met with a cold shoulder by the woman who had broken her family.

Turning to Zhang Wei, she couldn’t hide her distress any longer. “Is there anything you can do?” she implored him, her voice trembling.

Zhang Wei feigned confusion, not quite grasping her intent. “Do something? I’m not sure I follow…”

Zhao Hongyan, growing more desperate, implored, “Aren’t you well-connected in the country? Can’t you use your influence to help find my daughter?”

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A sly grin played on Zhang Wei’s lips as he realized her request.

This time, it was Zhao Hongyan who was teetering on the edge of the unknown, ready to dive into the abyss.

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