Manipulative Harem God-Chapter 493 Zhang Wei Disappointed! Bai Wenling’s Boyfriend!

?Zhang Wei elaborated with a slight teasing smirk, "I would go, only if you show me some good yachts."

Pftt...

A moment of silence lingered between them before Bai Wenling's laughter broke through, light and small.

She extended her hand for a fist bump, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Deal!" she proclaimed.

"Well, how far is your place?" Zhang Wei queried as they picked up the pace of their jog.

"Not too far, but are you sure you wouldn't like to swing by and grab some... clothes?" Bai Wenling asked, her eyes awkwardly scanning his bare chest, her smile tinged with a hint of embarrassment.

Zhang Wei shrugged with an air of indifference, "The clothes I prefer? You can't find them around here."

"Oh?" Bai Wenling's interest was clearly piqued by his boast. "And what brand might that be?" she asked, her tone laced with curiosity and a hint of challenge.

Zhang Wei responded plainly, "Custom-made, tailored specifically for me."

"Makes sense," Bai Wenling nodded, her features softening with understanding.

Zhang Wei wasn't just boasting—he truly did possess a collection of tailor-made garments.

In fact, his system inventory was far from sparse; it was brimming with both men's and women's clothing in a variety of sizes, meticulously prepared for these type of occasions.

But at the moment, brother was leisurely enjoying the breeze, delaying their plans.

Upon arriving at the Bai family estate, Zhang Wei and Bai Wenling found themselves in front of towering steel gates that marked the entrance to a grandeur seldom seen.

Inside, an expansive and ultra-modern mansion awaited, its walls a crisp blue and white that stood out boldly against the lush landscape.

A stunning pathway led up to the main entrance, weaving through an oasis of greenery that flourished on either side, with vibrant gardens that invited awe.

The gold nameplate at the gates was not just a label but a statement, crafted in a bold, imposing fashion.

As the guard swung the gates open, Zhang Wei's gaze swept over the grounds, narrowed with curiosity and a touch of wonder—the estate was far more magnificent than Lin Ruoxi's already impressive villa.

"Do you like the place?" Bai Wenling asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity as she watched him taking in the surroundings.

Zhang Wei responded with a hint of jest, "The place is impressive. How about selling it to me?"

With a playful smile, Bai Wenling replied, "200 million!"

"Deal," Zhang Wei shot back immediately.

Her smile broadened mischievously, "200 million was the initial cost. For selling, it's 800 million."

Zhang Wei's face registered surprise; his eyebrows arched as a slight twitch marked his disbelief.

If she didn't intend to sell, she could have straightforwardly refused.

Was she trying to draw him into a game?

Huh?

Was this a challenge?

"Are we going straight to see the yachts?" Zhang Wei asked, his tone mixing surprise and intrigue, as Bai Wenling slipped inside with a stealthy grace.

She returned moments later, keys in hand, tiptoeing like a cat burglar, all the while signaling him to wait quietly outside the garage.

As Bai Wenling pressed the remote, the garage door rolled up smoothly, revealing a collection of gleaming vehicles of various models and makes.

Beep! Beep!

The headlights of a sleek gray Ferrari 812 burst into life, illuminating the garage's dim interior and capturing Zhang Wei's gaze, making his eyes sparkle with appreciation.

Bai Wenling quickly waved him inside, placing her finger over her lips in a silent plea for quiet.

"Shh... Keep your voice down. If my mother catches you, all hell will break loose," she murmured urgently, her eyes wide as she glanced anxiously over her shoulder.

Slipping a cap onto her head, she embodied the look of someone about to embark on a covert mission.

Zhang Wei nodded, his expression one of solemn understanding.

Bai Wenling sent up a silent prayer that her mother wouldn't appear, then gently started the Ferrari's engine, easing it out of the garage with painstaking care.

However, just as they seemed about to escape unnoticed, a voice shattered the quiet. "Wen'er, where are you going in so much haste—huh?"

"Who is this man!?"

"Shit!" Bai Wenling muttered, slamming her palm against her forehead as she stopped the car abruptly, a look of resignation washing over her face.

Behind her, the main door swung open, and a figure steeped in grace and authority stepped through.

Ding Lanying, clad in a traditional blue qipao that hugged her shapely figure, moved with th elegance characteristic of someone from a distinguished family.

Her hair was pinned up neatly, framing her face which was marked by sharp, discerning eyes and plump red lips, often curled into a knowing smile.

"Wen'er, who is this new man!?" she demanded, her voice filled with both surprise and a hint of excitement.

"What happened to your boyfriend!?"

"Did you already dump him? I knew he wasn't a good guy!"

"You should have dumped him earlier!"

Ding Lanying, unable to contain her curiosity, broke into a wide smile as she approached the car and noticed Zhang Wei sitting in the co-pilot seat.

She reached out to gently cup his face in her hands, examining him closely. "Little guy, where are you from? Are you her classmate? What does your family do?"

"How is your skin so soft? Why don't you share some of your secrets for such youthful skin? It's even better than ours," she exclaimed, her words overflowing with genuine intrigue.

Her comments floated in the air, light yet piercing, much like her perfume that overwhelmed the senses.

Zhang Wei's lips twitched involuntarily, a mixture of discomfort and amusement at the unexpected onslaught.

Though he wanted nothing more than to escape this overwhelming interaction, the sudden diversion caught him off guard.

He couldn't help but wonder how she managed to maintain such a curvaceous figure—a slim waist accentuated by voluptuous hips and a strikingly full bust.

The contrast was almost sculptural.

Then, turning to Bai Wenling, Zhang Wei discreetly activated his X-ray vision, and the picture became clearer.

The apple hadn't fallen far from the tree; like mother, like daughter.

It was just that Bai Wenling, unlike her mother, chose to dress modestly and conceal her figure.

"Mom!" Bai Wenling's voice cut through, her forehead creasing with visible veins as her irritation grew.

Her mother's relentless questioning of Zhang Wei continued unabated.

"He is my senior, and please stop embarrassing me! Cheng Xin and I are still together. What kind of casual woman do you take me for!" Her words were sharp, her annoyance growing.

Bai Wenling then turned a severe glare towards Ding Lanying, who flinched slightly, "Wen—"