QT: I hijacked a harem system and now I'm ruining every plot(GL)-Chapter 41: A woman!

Jiang Wei’s POV

I stand in front of the massive ten-story glass tower belonging to Han Corp. The sleek building looms over me, its reflective exterior blending seamlessly with the afternoon skyline.

The CEO personally requested a meeting with me.

I have no idea what it’s about, but given Han Corp’s reputation, it must be something significant.

An advertisement deal, maybe? A sponsorship?

Whatever it is, it must be worth my time.

I exhale, adjust my cufflinks, and step inside.

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The lobby is all polished marble and sharp modern design, a display of wealth without being overly ostentatious. The scent of expensive cologne lingers in the air as impeccably dressed professionals move through the space with quiet efficiency.

I approach the reception desk, where the woman behind it offers me a polite but distant smile.

>"Mr. Jiang, welcome to Han Corp. The CEO is expecting you."

A moment later, I’m escorted into the private elevator—silent, smooth, and unnervingly fast. My ears pop as we ascend toward the upper floors.

The doors slide open to reveal an office that is more penthouse suite than workspace.

Floor-to-ceiling windows provide an uninterrupted panoramic view of the city, sunlight spilling across the expensive Persian rugs and sleek leather furniture. A glass cabinet filled with rare liquors stands against one wall, while a mahogany desk—large enough to dominate the room—sits at the center.

Everything about the space exudes power.

Old money. Ruthless ambition. Absolute control.

The chair behind the desk is turned toward the window, facing the skyline. The silhouette of a man sits in it, back straight, exuding the same authority as the office itself.

Then—

>"Mr. Jiang, do take a seat."

The voice is smooth. Unbothered. Commanding.

I frown slightly as I lower myself into one of the luxurious leather armchairs opposite the desk.

Slowly, the chair turns.

And the moment I see the man sitting in it, my entire body tenses.

Him.

The man who picked up Jiang Yuxi a week ago.

The man she smiled at.

The man she blushed for.

My jaw tightens, but I force my expression to remain neutral.

The CEO of Han Corp observes me with the cool detachment of someone used to being in control. The dim afternoon light sharpens the angles of his face, making him look even more untouchable than he did that night at the restaurant.

And just like before—he doesn’t seem remotely impressed by me.

Then—

>"Don’t look at me like that." His tone is amused, but dismissive.

>"This meeting is strictly business. Our private lives... should remain separate."

His meaning is clear.

Whatever connection he has with Jiang Yuxi is none of my concern.

I resist the urge to scoff.

>"Whiskey? Water?"

He asks, rising from his chair and moving toward the glass liquor cabinet.

His movements are measured, unhurried, like a man who is never rushed by anyone or anything.

I pause, considering.

>"Water," I answer finally.

>"Suit yourself."

He pours himself a glass of whiskey before returning to his seat, sliding my water across the desk.

I take the glass, but don’t drink.

I don’t like this.

I don’t like him.

>"Why am I here?"

I ask, keeping my voice even.

The CEO takes a slow sip of his drink, studying me with the same cool scrutiny as before.

Then, he leans forward, resting one elbow against the polished wood of his desk.

>"Straight to the point. I like that."

I swirl the glass of water in my hands, my eyes narrowing slightly as the CEO of Han Corp leans back into the chair.

The dim afternoon light catches on the sharp cut of his suit, the gleam of his wristwatch, the subtle, almost predatory amusement in his gaze.

Then he speaks.

>"Well, you see, I recently acquired a company. One I’m sure you’re familiar with—Qin Entertainment, yeah?"

Qin Entertainment.

The name alone makes my fingers tighten around the glass.

It’s no secret that Qin Zhen and I have been at odds for years.

But this person—this CEO—now owns his company?

My eyes flicker across their features, searching for an angle, a weakness, a motive.

The CEO takes a slow sip of whiskey before continuing, tone casual but firm.

>"For... personal reasons, I’ve decided to dabble in the entertainment industry."

A small smirk plays at his lips, but the amusement doesn’t reach their eyes.

>"But you see, it seems you and the previous CEO had your little... disputes. So, stop it."

The last two words drop from their mouth like a command.

A threat.

I scoff. Is this person serious?

>"I don’t know what you’re talking about."

The smirk vanishes instantly.

>"Cut the bullshit."

The words are clipped, no longer amused.

> "I didn’t bring you here to negotiate. I brought you here to tell you that Qin Zhen is gone. The company is mine now. And I don’t need you interfering with my business."

The gaze sharpens, calculating.

I lean back in my chair, a slow smirk curling at the edge of my lips.

>"Well, maybe you should have thought about that before acquiring a company with baggage."

A flicker of something dark passes through his expression—annoyance, maybe? Irritation?

Then—

He exhales, setting their whiskey down with an unsettling calm.

>"Listen to me."

The air in the room shifts.

A warning.

>"I’m a businesswoman."

The voice is silky, cold, deliberate.

>"I did not get to my position by making decisions based on petty inconveniences. I called you here to make my life easier. But if you insist on playing it the hard way—I am not above crushing everything in my way."

The words settle like ice in my spine.

Wait.

She?

My mind blanks for a second as I take a closer look at the CEO sitting across from me.

The sharp suit. The commanding presence. The effortless control.

All of it had screamed power. But I had assumed—

>"You’re a woman?"

The words slip out before I can stop them.

The temperature in the room drops.

A slow, deadly shift in the air.

Disgust flashes across her face, her distaste so absolute it feels like a slap.

>"What about it?"

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>"I didn’t take you for someone with such sexist values,"

she continues, voice deceptively calm.

> "I am a woman. And I will grind you to dust."

Wait—

>"Hold on, that’s not what I—"

She doesn’t let me finish.

Her chair scrapes back as she stands, looking down at me with the kind of cold amusement a predator might have for prey.

>"Originally, I planned on offering compensation, since I was politely asking you to step back."

A pause.

>"But I’ve changed my mind."

A slow, vicious smile.

>"You have two choices.

One: You stand down. Call your little contacts, get them to stop interfering with Qin Entertainment.

Two: Continue this little war—and you’ll find out that Qin Zhen was a nice guy. Because I will make sure you never step foot in this city again."

She flicks her hand dismissively.

>"You’re dismissed."

The conversation is over.

I should stand, should say something, should push back.

But for some reason, I don’t. fгeewebnovёl.com

For the first time in a long time—someone genuinely unsettles me.

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