QT: I hijacked a harem system and now I'm ruining every plot(GL)-Chapter 61: Marital bed

Chapter 61 – The Marital Bed

Jiang Wei POV

"I’m telling you—I saw them together," she insisted, again, and I felt the pressure of a headache forming at my temples.

Not this again.

I leaned back in the car seat, pinching the bridge of my nose. Her voice kept going, high-pitched and emotional, and all I could think was how exhausting this was.

Times like this, I missed Jessica.

Jessica had been effortless. Relaxing. Not so... clingy. She didn’t pick fights, didn’t demand answers, didn’t ask questions. Not like this woman—my manager, currently acting like a scorned lover just because I wasn’t returning her calls at night.

She had to understand. I was married now. Official. Bound.

Sure, I’d spent a few nights with her here and there. Liang Ruo was busy—always busy, expanding her company like it was her true spouse. And Lin Meyu had launched into western media, flying back and forth for shoots.

That left me... alone. With needs. And she’d been available.

It wasn’t personal.

"For the last time," I snapped, "I know you don’t like that I got married. But deal with it. If you keep acting like this, I’ll find a different manager."

Her expression fell. She looked stunned. Hurt.

But I didn’t care.

"It is what it is."

Her silence burned. Then she said, voice low and firm, "Fine. Let’s go to your place right now. If I’m wrong—I’ll resign."

I turned to her, brow raised. She wasn’t bluffing.

I hadn’t been serious, but... whatever. I had a shoot tomorrow. A delayed flight wouldn’t kill me. If she wanted to humiliate herself, I’d let her.

"Fine. Let’s go."

She drove like the road owed her something. I leaned back in the passenger seat, annoyed, already regretting the detour.

We arrived. I unlocked the apartment door with a sigh.

"See? There’s noth—" I stopped.

Two pairs of shoes.

I stepped inside slowly. My eyes traced the trail of clothing on the floor—scattered, careless. A bra. Lacy panties. Red.

Rage surged.

I stormed to the bedroom, slamming the door open—

And the world stood still.

There, in my bed—our bed—lay my wife.

Liang Ruo.

Naked.

On top of her, equally naked and disheveled, was Lin Meyu.

My mistress.

My breath left me.

"LIANG RUO!" I roared, my voice shaking the walls.

They froze.

Liang Ruo turned her head lazily toward me. "Jiang Wei? What are you doing here?"

Like that was the issue.

"LIN MEYU!!" I shouted, and she ducked her head, wiping her mouth on the sheets, avoiding my eyes.

Liang Ruo stood with infuriating calm, reaching for a robe as if I’d just interrupted her spa day.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!" I screamed.

"You... you!" I couldn’t breathe. I stumbled back—and the world turned black.

---

I woke up groggy, a sharp pain stabbing the side of my head. Something cold pressed against my forehead.

"I wouldn’t move if I were you," came a voice, cool and unconcerned.

I blinked. Liang Ruo sat in the armchair across from me, legs crossed, sipping water.

She looked... bored. Annoyed, even. Not guilty. Not ashamed. Just inconvenienced.

"You passed out. Hit your head on the floor."

I stared at her, the pain dull compared to the ache rising in my chest.

"How long?" I asked through clenched teeth.

She tilted her head. "Are you sure you want to know?"

"HOW. LONG."

She exhaled like I was a tantruming child.

"Hmm... probably since Jessica."

My stomach dropped.

"We’ve been married three years, Liang Ruo. You mean you’ve been doing this since we got engaged?!"

She smiled slightly. "Way before that, actually."

I shot to my feet and grabbed her wrist.

"How could you do this to me?!"

Her eyes darkened. "Let go, Jiang Wei."

"How could you—"

She ripped her wrist free and laughed. "Are you seriously accusing me of betrayal?"

"What?!"

"Let’s talk numbers. How many women have you slept with since we got married? Since we started dating? Just your manager and Meyu? Or do you want me to list the newbie actresses, the models, the writers?"

"That’s—different! I’m a—"

"A man?" she sneered, slow claps echoing through the apartment. "That’s your defense?"

She stepped closer, jabbing her finger into my chest.

"So my father, loyal to my mother his entire life, isn’t a man? The dozens of men in power who don’t cheat—are they less masculine?"

"You know that’s not what I meant—"

"I’m done having this conversation."

She turned away, wrapping her robe tighter.

"Since the cat’s out of the bag, let’s be clear. Don’t touch me again. Don’t touch Meyu either—she’s my girlfriend now."

I stared at her, horrified.

"I want a divorce," I said. "I won’t be humiliated like this."

She froze. Then turned—and laughed.

Like it was a punchline.

"Go ahead. File it. Unless you have 4K images of me and Meyu in bed, I will ruin you."

She stepped toward me, voice sharp as broken glass.

"I have folders. Videos. Screenshots. Every girl you touched. Every hotel bill. You want a divorce? I’ll see you in court. I’ll take every Crown you have. I’ll take every single penny you own.I’ll drag your name through the mud, blacklist you from every production company I own. You’ll be lucky if you get cast in a toothpaste commercial."

Her hand cupped my cheek mockingly. I flinched.

"Be a good boy. Dress up. Smile for photos. Do charity. Pretend."

She tapped my cheek gently. "Just like always."

And then she walked away.

I dropped to my knees, cold and shaking.

How... how did it come to this?

Warm arms wrap around me, and for a moment, I let myself lean into them.

I clutch her tightly—my manager, the one person left in the world who still seems to care. My body trembles, not from rage anymore, but from a deep, gnawing emptiness.

"I’m so sorry," she whispers, stroking my back. Her voice is gentle, fragile.

"You heard, huh?" I mutter, throat raw.

"Yes. With Lin Meyu," she says, bitterness creeping into her tone. "That shameless bitch stood there like nothing happened. No guilt, no shame. Like you didn’t matter."

I press my face into her shoulder, broken and humiliated. "How could they do this to me?"

"I don’t know," she says softly. "But I’m on your side, Jiang Wei. Always. Even if the world turns its back on you, I won’t. You’re not alone."

Her fingers run gently through my hair, like I’m something worth comforting. A child. A broken man.

"Remember what I promised when I became your manager?" she says.

I nod faintly. "Yeah."

"You were everything to me," she murmurs. "Still are."

And for a second, I believe her.

But then—

Click. Clack.

Heels echo on the marble floor.

A familiar, venomous voice follows. "How sweet."

I look up.

There they are—Liang Ruo and Lin Meyu, dressed to perfection, bags in hand. They look like they’re headed to a gala, not walking out on a man they just destroyed.

Lin Meyu avoids my eyes. Coward.

Liang Ruo, on the other hand, smirks like this is all a delightful game.

"Hey dear," she says sweetly, "I’ll be counting on you to take care of my husband’s emotional and physical needs now. Although..." Her eyes narrow.

"I do wonder if you’ll be able to keep up. Everyone in this room knows about his bedroom self-control. Or lack thereof."

I glare, jaw clenched. She doesn’t flinch.

"Well then," she adds lightly, adjusting her diamond earring.

"Don’t wait up. I’ll be spending the night out. And be a dear, Jiang Wei—move to the spare room. This one’s mine."

She turns with a flourish, her perfume lingering like poison.

Two pairs of footsteps echo through the apartment—click, clack, click, clack—until the front door slams shut behind them.

And just like that, they’re gone.

***

High above the drama, in a realm no human could see, System 404 hovered with metaphorical arms crossed and a deep, soul-weary sigh.

It had long since given up trying to fix anything.

The scene below was just the latest in a series of irreparable catastrophes. The once-glorious Male Lead—Jiang Wei, supposed future entertainment king, harem master, and national sweetheart—was now reduced to a humiliated trophy husband, emotionally dependent on a woman he’d planned to discard. A relic of the past. A ghost still breathing.

Two of his original harem members were now in a full-fledged relationship, making out in his marital bed. One had gone completely off-script with a warped, chaotic personality. And the fourth—the precious crown jewel of the harem—was now the legally wedded wife of the Host, currently sipping wine at a luxury ski resort, wearing designer sunglasses and nothing else but pure bliss.

This wasn’t just a derailment.

This was a multi-car pile-up on fire, rolling off a cliff.

And worst of all?

There was nothing System 404 could do about it.

The plot was done. Finished. Corrupted beyond salvation. If there had been a red alert level higher than maximum, System 404 would’ve triggered it ten Chapters ago. But at this point, it could only float in resignation, watching Jiang Wei clutch his wounded pride while the women who were meant to cry over him now walked all over him in heels.

If anyone asked, System 404 would swear—this was not its fault.

The Host—Daphne Han, anomaly, chaos incarnate—had hijacked the system during world initialization. And ever since, she had done nothing but shatter the narrative over and over again.

System 404 could only wait for the host to die, vowing to not make mistakes like this in the next world.