Manipulative Harem God-Chapter 502 Daddy, Please, let me go!

As Zhang Wei advanced, brandishing a belt in his hand, Xiong Mei's face turned to stone with fear.

In the next heartbeat, she found herself dangling from the balcony.

"Ahhhhh!"

"Zhang Wei! This isn't funny!"

Panicking, Xiong Mei screamed as Zhang Wei held her upside down by her ankles.

Her eyes darted wildly, taking in the sheer drop below—a terrifying abyss stretching hundreds of meters into the shadowy depths.

The thought flashed through her mind: could anyone survive such a fall?

"Say 'Daddy,'" demanded Zhang Wei, his voice a sinister whisper that mingled with the biting, cold wind slaping across her exposed face.

"Daddy!" The word burst from Xiong Mei's lips as she clenched her eyes shut in terror.

"Daddy!"

"Daddy!"

"Daddy! Daddy, Please, let me go!"

Her voice cracked with fear. Zhang Wei raised an eyebrow, a mix of suspicion and amusement on his face. "You want me to let you go...?" he teased, his grip firm on her flawless, slender leg.

"Yes—No, no!" Xiong Mei suddenly realized with a tremor, "Don't let go! Daddy! Pull me up, up!"

"..."

Zhang Wei's eyes sparkled with mirth as he slowly hoisted her up, gently setting her against the frosty, rough tiles.

A few steps away, the gleaming surface of the pool shimmered under the balcony lights, a luxury feature of this specially designed outdoor area.

The barriers were of sturdy, reinforced glass, designed to prevent accidental falls; however, they proved no match for the antics of a determined brother!

With effortless grace, Zhang Wei had scooped Xiong Mei from the brink, his height giving him a distinct advantage as he maneuvered her back to safety.

Once Xiong Mei collapsed onto the cold tiles, catching her breath, Zhang Wei flashed a grin and handed her the phone. "Transfer ten million to your mother that I've sent you," he commanded.

"Eh?"

Caught completely off guard, Xiong Mei stammered, "Sent to me?" She activated her phone, which had been set to 'Silent,' and to her astonishment, she found a transaction notification showing a credit of ten million.

Her face, previously drained of color from fear, now glistened with beads of sweat, her wide eyes flickering with confusion and a hint of awe.

"Shall you send it, or—" Zhang Wei's voice tapered off as he gestured ominously back towards the towering glass wall.

"!!"

A shiver coursed through Xiong Mei's frame, her head shaking emphatically as if to ward off an unwelcome specter.

With trembling, icy fingers—an echo of the frosty wind that seemed to seep into her very bones—she hastily unlocked her banking app.

Her movements were quick and frantic, propelled by a surge of adrenaline and stark fear, as she wired ten million to her mother's account.

After the deed was done, she let out a long sigh that seemed to carry the weight of her relief.

Turning to Zhang Wei, her eyes wide and expectant, she murmured, "Done," her voice a soft echo in the cool air.

"Good," came Zhang Wei's approving reply. His smile widened, a benevolent gesture as he gently patted her head.

Yet, to Xiong Mei, it felt as though her brother harbored the cunning spirit of a mischievous fox spirit from ancient tales.

Were her heart not fortified by the strength of ancient pines, she might well have succumbed to the terror, her soul departing on the wings of fright.

As she clasped her chest, trying to soothe the wild pounding of her heart with the warmth of her palms, Zhang Wei cleared his throat, "Fear not, for I am also versed in the healing arts," he declared, his tone teasing yet sinister.

His hand landed softly on her thighs, stroking them with an unsettling gentleness that contrasted the smirk playing across his lips.

"!!"

Xiong Mei's reaction was instantaneous; her features momentarily locked in an awkward smile that seemed to traverse her face.

"Is taking advantage of girls officially part of your job description now, brother?" she quipped, her lips pursing into a delicate pout, tinged with irony.

Zhang Wei nodded, his expression unchanging. "Indeed, now attend to your phone—it's ringing," he directed, pointing towards the buzzing device.

"Huh?" Xiong Mei's eyes darted to her phone, her brow furrowing as she saw the caller ID. "It's Mom..."

"Answer it," Zhang Wei commanded, his tone leaving no room for debate.

Xiong Mei hesitated, her mind racing.

Has brother truly never shed his past ways?

Commanding, always leaving no space for dissent?

She bit her lip, a mix of apprehension and resignation flickering through her as she pressed the phone to her ear.

As Xiong Mei lifted the phone to her ear, her heart pounded in nervous anticipation.

"Hello?" she began tentatively.

"Mei, why did you send such a large amount of money so late at night?" her mother's voice crackled through the speaker, a mix of confusion and concern lacing her tone. "What's happening there? Is everything alright?"

Xiong Mei glanced at Zhang Wei, who was watching her closely, his eyes sharp and calculating.

Gulp...

She swallowed hard, trying to muster calmness in her voice. "Oh, Mom, it's nothing to worry about," she stammered, forcing a lightness she did not feel. "I just... I thought you might need some extra funds right now, that's all."

"But ten million, Mei? This isn't a small amount. Where did you even get this much money?... Mei... Is someone forcing you?" Her mother's voice rose slightly, edging into alarm.

"!"

Xiong Mei's eyes flickered with a hint of distress, her fingers tightening around the phone.

She could feel Zhang Wei's gaze boring into her, his presence a silent pressure at her back.

Quickly, she muted the phone and spun around to face him. "What should I tell her?" she asked, her voice tinged with desperation.

Zhang Wei gave a nonchalant shrug, his detachment stark. "How should I know? You're the one who sent it," he retorted dismissively.

Frustration surged within Xiong Mei. She bit her lip hard, in a gesture of her inner turmoil.

Then, in a sudden move, she put the phone down and—

Whoosh!

She lunged forward, hugging his legs, her large eyes brimming with hope as she gazed up at him.

Zhang Wei's lips twitched with an involuntary smirk. "Let go, girl," he muttered.

But Xiong Mei was resolute, shaking her head with fierce determination. "No! You must help me first."

Zhang Wei, momentarily taken aback by her insistence, sighed deeply. "Fine," he conceded. "Tell her I sent the money. Advise her to upgrade to a better house, invest in finer clothes, and buy some gifts." His voice softened slightly.