<h4>Chapter 413 Manipting the Narrative? Chen Yn is evil! (1) </h4>


    ?Zhang Wei leaned against the doorframe, his gaze lingering on Chen Yn, who was meticulously brushing her teeth for the second time that day.


    The soft hum of the bathroom fan mixed with the distant sounds of the bustling household.


    He had already changed into his morning attire, a sleek, traditional robe that entuated his status.


    "Are you done?" he asked, his voice tinged with amusement and a hint of impatience.


    The sight of her, so diligent over something as mundane as dental hygiene, amused him, yet his mind was elsewhere, scheming.


    As he watched her slender hand move back and forth, a n began to form in his mind. ''If I can gain twenty-five thousand points from her, simply because she possesses a heavenly spiritual root, what fortunes could Yue bring into my grasp? She''s a top-level cultivator, after all,'' he thought, the wheels turning.


    [Quite a lot.]


    A wicked smile crept across Zhang Wei''s lips at the thought, the corners twisting in a way that could chill the room. "Do you have something that I can use to... finally tear her clothes apart?" he muttered under his breath, almost too low for the system to catch.


    [Cough, no, host. But please refrain from scaring girls with that expression.]


    His smile faded into confusion, reced by a frown as he realized Chen Yn was staring at him. Her eyes wide with shock, not at the conversation he was having with himself, but at the sudden, unsettling change in his demeanor.


    "Wei... Are you?" she stammered, her voiceced with concern and confusion.


    He straightened up, the momentarypse into his scheming self-hidden away as quickly as it had appeared. "Don''t ask anything. If you''re done, let''s head downstairs," he said, his tone now cool and dismissive.


    "Mhm," Chen Yn murmured, a slight nod betraying her unease. She had wanted to protest, to say that being dragged around wasn''t proper, but past experiences taught her that voicing such thoughts around Zhang Wei often led nowhere.


    Resigned, she let out a sigh, the sound soft yet heavy with unspoken words.


    She didn''t resist as he reached out, his grasp firm around her hand, pulling her along with a certainty that spoke volumes of his intentions.


    As they descended the stairs, her mind raced with thoughts and fears, yet the dominant feeling was one of resignation.


    If Zhang Wei wished to parade her around like a trophy or a tool in his schemes, so be it.


    She had learned the hard way that sometimes silence was her strongest form of resistance.


    __________


    Zhang Wei, with an air of unmistakable authority, stepped into the living area, his supposedly new concubine, Chen Yn, in tow.


    The room buzzed with the quiet chatter of lunchtime, the table surrounded by the key figures in this intricate world: Lin Ruoxi, Xie Meirong, Yu Lei, Feng Xinyue, Guo Xiaomei, and Chen Dong.


    Each upied their designated spot around the table, which now seemed to await two more.


    Yu Lei, ever the vignt one, snapped Feng Xinyue''s attention back to her meal with a firm grip, her voiceced with a mix of admonishment and adoration. "You, sit peacefully!" shemanded, her eyes softening as they settled back on Zhang Wei. "Don''t disturb husband right now! He''s working!" Her gaze lingered on him, a silent monologue of admiration running through her mind.


    ''Husband looks so fascinating when he is serious.'' She conveniently overlooked Chen Yn''s presence, who trailed behind Zhang Wei, her posture meek and submissive.


    Xie Meirong''s eyes sparkled with a different emotion—


    amusement mixed with intrigue.''He really dared toe down with her...'' Her gaze flickered to Chen Dong, who watched the pair with a mix of suspicion and confusion.


    ''Why is Yning out with him?'' he wondered, puzzled yet choosing to dismiss his concern, rationalizing the closeness between Zhang Wei and Chen Yn as familial bonds.


    However, the moment Zhang Wei pulled out the seat directly opposite him and sat down, a tangible shift urred.


    Booom!


    The room fell into a startled silence, their collective shock deepening as he not only seated himself but also positioned Chen Yn on hisp, tantly ignoring the protocol and the prying eyes.


    Without a word, he began feeding her, his actions dismissive of the others'' presence.


    *Gasp!*


    Chen Yn''s eyes widened in panic, darting around the room to meet six pairs of eyes, each set burning with varying degrees of shock, curiosity, and in some cases, disapproval.


    The tension was growing, a silent battlefield where res were the weapons of choice.


    Clink


    Chen Dong''s fork ttered against his te, the sound echoing sharply in the now-silent room. "What is the meaning of this, Zhang Wei?" he demanded, his voice a mix of anger and disbelief, cutting through the silence like a knife.


    His eyes, hard and unyielding, locked onto Zhang Wei, demanding an exnation.


    The room held its breath, as Chen Yn''s eyes met her brother''s, filled with a mix of fear and a plea for understanding, her situation far moreplicated than could be deciphered at a nce.


    "I... I don''t wish to cause trouble," she murmured, her eyes lowered, the very picture of submission yet carrying an undertone of resolve against the situation she was thrust into, ensuring not to me Zhang Wei.


    "Zhang Wei!" Chen Dong finally snapped, unable to contain his frustration any longer. "This... This is preposterous! What are you trying to prove by unting such disrespect in front of everyone?"


    Zhang Wei met Chen Dong''s anger with a calm, almost calcting gaze, the corners of his mouth twitching into a sly smile. "It''s not preposterous, Brother Dong, but prosperous for the bloodline," he corrected smoothly, his voiceced with a confidence that seemed to irk Chen Dong even more.


    "What!?" Chen Dong''s voice cracked in disbelief, his face a portrait of bafflement and burgeoning outrage.


    Pftttt


    Xie Meirong, previously silent, couldn''t contain herself any longer. A burst of soft melodicughter escaped her, her hand covering her mouth in a vain attempt to stifle the giggles.


    The absurdity of the situation—the audacity of Zhang Wei, sitting there, nonchntly stuffing food into Chen Yn''s mouth as if performing a normal, everyday act—was too much for herposure.


    ''He actually came to the table, put Chen Yn on hisp, and started forcefully stuffing food into her mouth, without any exnation or whatsover,'' she gasped between fits ofughter. ''One must admit, Brother has his own... Dominance.''


    Yu Lei, meanwhile, was captivated by the scene, her hands sped in front of her on the table, eyes sparkling with intrigue. "Wow..." she whispered, as if witnessing a drama unfold before her very eyes.


    Zhang Wei, undeterred by the mixed reactions, whispered to Chen Dong as he stood, gently lowering Chen Yn onto her seat, "Sigh, it seems old age is getting to you," his voice barely a whisper, yet sharp enough to slice through the mounting tension.


    Chen Dong, his patience fraying at the edges, shot back, "Zhang Wei! Don''t you think you''re going too far?"