Manipulative Harem God

Chapter 375 A man of Unconventional rules!

?In the secluded house of Tan Qin, nestled at the edge of town, an unsettling air of tranquility pervaded. Mrs.

Tan hummed softly to herself in the kitchen, the aroma of dinner wafting through the air, while her daughter, Xiao Qin, sat in the living room, her brow furrowed in concentration as her home tutor led her through her lessons.

“Teacher! Teacher!” Xiao Qin’s voice pierced the silence, her curiosity evident. “Why are you wearing that mask?” She peered up at the tutor, a man shrouded in mystery, his features obscured by a black mask.

The tutor, a sinister smirk playing unseen on his lips, leaned down closer. “Because, dear student, your teacher is unwell today,” he replied, his voice a chilling whisper. 𝑙𝑖𝘣𝓇𝑒𝒶𝘥.𝑐ℴ𝑚

“Huh?” Xiao Qin’s brow furrowed deeper, her confusion palpable.

Before she could process the strange reply, the tutor’s demeanor shifted dramatically. With a swift motion, he pulled out a gleaming knife, pressing it against Xiao Qin’s tender neck.

The cold steel sent a shiver down her spine, and a terrified scream escaped her lips. “Mom!”

In the kitchen, Mrs. Tan’s hands stilled, her heart skipping a beat at the distress in her daughter’s voice. With a heavy sigh, she turned, expecting to see a minor squabble. “Why are you troubling your tutor again, Xiao—Who are you!?” Her words cut off abruptly, her body freezing as the horrific scene before her came into sharp focus.

“Shh… Mrs. Tan, it’s better if you keep quiet,” a voice hissed from behind her. She spun around to see the househelp, Xiao Li, whom she’d trusted for years, brandishing a knife of her own, the blade glinting ominously in the dim light.

“Who are you people? What do you want?” Mrs. Tan’s voice trembled with fear and disbelief.

Xiao Li’s face darkened, her resolve evident. “Mrs. Tan, your husband has crossed someone he shouldn’t have. It’s in your best interest to cooperate if you value your lives.”

Mrs. Tan’s heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing. “Xiao Li, you’ve been with us for five years! We’re innocent! Why are you doing this?”

Inwardly, Xiao Li’s thoughts were a tempest of desperation and resolve. ‘My own daughter’s life is at stake, Mrs. Tan. Your husband has really provoked the wrong person this time,’ she thought bitterly.

Though she had served the Tan household loyally for years, Xiao Li had always known of Tan Qin’s dubious dealings, never daring to speak out until her own flesh and blood had been threatened. It was a cruel twist of fate that had forced her hand, compelling her to betray the family she’d grown to care for.

As the standoff in the Tan household unfolded, a grim reality was setting in across Qingyun City. In a coordinated strike of terror, the wives and daughters of all those associated with the powerful Song family had been abducted overnight.

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The abandoned factory of Song Textile Industries, once a bustling hub of activity, now stood as a grim setting for a evil scheme.

Sun Qing, the orchestrator of this dark plot, sat in an unassuming chair, her posture radiating authority and menace.

Around her, an array of guards stood at the ready, their firearms and weapons concealed yet accessible.

In stark contrast, Wu Xue, her unwilling captive, was sprawled on the cold, hard floor, her back pressed against the grimy wall. Her gaze was fixed on Sun Qing, a mix of nervousness, defiance, and confusion swirling in her eyes.

Sun Qing’s lips curled into a smirk, breaking the tense silence. “Don’t worry, girl. My quarrel is with your man. As long as you cooperate, you won’t—at least—die.” Her chuckle was chilling, the sound resonating eerily in the vast, empty space.

Wu Xue remained silent, her response a potent mix of quiet resistance and shock.

Noticing Wu Xue’s uncharacteristic silence, Sun Qing’s expression shifted to one of irritation. She gestured to a guard, who promptly handed her a phone. With a huff of annoyance, she began snapping pictures of the subdued Wu Xue.

*Click!* *Click!*

The harsh flash momentarily caused Wu Xue to squint, a reflexive response to the bright light in the dim surroundings.

Tossing the phone back to the guard, Sun Qing issued her next command with a tone of smug confidence. “Xiao Shen, send these pictures to Zhang Wei. Let’s see if he dares not to come running here!” Her words were laced with pride and expectation.

However, the room remained eerily silent, the lack of response from her guards heightening the tension.

Sun Qing’s confident demeanor wavered slightly, a flicker of doubt crossing her face as she waited for a reaction that did not come.

“…”

“Xiao Shen did you not hear m—” Sun Qing’s world seemed to shatter in an instant. The authority she wielded so confidently, the loyalty she presumed unshakeable, all came crashing down with the cold barrel of a firearm pressed against the back of her head.

“Xiao Shen, have you lost your mind? What are you all doing? Apprehend him!” she demanded, her voice laced with disbelief and rising anger. Yet, as she turned to her guards for support, she was met with a sight that sent chills down her spine. None of them moved an inch, their eyes averted, as if they were oblivious to the unfolding drama.

“What is this!?” she cried out, her anger turning into desperation. “Are you betraying the Song family? We have fed you all for years!”

Finally, one guard stepped forward, his face a mask of conflict and sorrow. “Miss Sun, forgive us, but our families… they are at your mercy. If we move against Xiao Shen, all our families will suffer,” he confessed, his voice heavy with regret and fear.

“What nonsense are you talking about!?” Sun Qing’s voice was a mix of fury and panic.

At that moment, Xiao Shen pulled out his phone and thrust it towards her. “See for yourself, Miss! Do you still want to proceed?” His voice was stern, the underlying dread clear in his eyes.

Sun Qing snatched the phone, her eyes scanning the message that had turned her world upside down.

Sun Qing’s grasp on the phone tightened as she stared at the image, her heart plummeting. “Xian’er?” she whispered, a mix of horror and disbelief etching her voice.

The photo showed her son, the one person in the world she cherished above all, held at gunpoint. In that moment, her fa?ade of power and control crumbled, revealing a mother’s raw fear.

Sun Qing was no ordinary figure; she was the wife of the late Song Ho.

Her world had been turned upside down when Zhang Wei, a man she never knew, blasted her husband and daughter into oblivion.

Her plot for revenge against Zhang Wei now seemed like a child’s play compared to the ruthless game he was playing.

Zhang Wei was the true villain, a man who didn’t abide by conventional rules.

Sun Qing had dared to challenge him, and now she was paying the price.

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