QT: I hijacked a harem system and now I'm ruining every plot(GL) Chapter 10: Irritated

"Miss Han."

Qin Zhen's voice cut through the ambient hum of the ballroom, firm and commanding as always.I turned, my expression calm and neutral, the perfect picture of a prim and proper secretary.

But as I did, I caught another gaze on .

Jiang Yuxi. She was watching with a subtle but unmistakable flicker of surprise.

Understandably so.This was not how I usually looked when we t for coffee.

I had deliberately chosen a black, unassuming gown, sothing designed to let blend into the background, to maintain my role as an accessory to Qin Zhen's power rather than a player in my own right.

It was practical, efficient, forgettable.

Her dark eyes flickered across , not in admiration—just an evaluation.

She was studying . What I wouldn't give to have those eyes look at not with this interest, or study but to look at with with pleasure as she's-

> "A Mr. Luo is looking for you, sir," I inford Qin Zhen smoothly, keeping my tone professional. Shutting down my brain from those inappropriate thoughts.

He gave a brisk nod, not questioning how I always seed to know everything before he did.

> "I'll handle it."

With that, he strode away, disappearing into the throng of high-profile guests.

And suddenly, Jiang Yuxi and I were alone.

"When you said you were a secretary," Jiang Yuxi finally said, her voice as cool and composed as ever, "I didn't think you ant Qin Zhen's."

There was no hostility in her tone, but there was sothing else—sothing curious.

I shrugged, tucking my hands behind my back.

> "I didn't think ntioning my boss was relevant."

I tilted my head slightly, letting my eyes flicker over her in deliberate assessnts.

> "On the other hand, you and him seed a little too close for my liking."

Not jealous at all.No, of course not.

Logically, I knew there was nothing going on between them.

Jiang Yuxi wasn't the type to entertain n like Qin Zhen and Qin Zhen wasn't the type to waste ti on romantic distractions.

Still—it annoyed .Which made no sense at all.

Jiang Yuxi arched a delicate brow, clearly not understanding the weight behind my words.

Or perhaps she was deliberately ignoring it.

> "We're acquaintances." She took a sip of her champagne, unfazed. "We get along sotis."

I humd, pretending to think about it.

> "Hmmmn. I see."

I was about to say sothing more—maybe push a little, tease a little, test her reactions—but then, from the corner of my eye, I saw her.

A waitress.Pretty.Slender.

Exactly the kind of woman who wouldn't mind my advances tonight. My gaydar is never wrong. And more importantly?

She wasn't Jiang Yuxi.

I had spent the last few weeks carefully, delicately placing myself in Jiang Yuxi's orbit and yet—what if she was straight?

What if I was wasting my ti?

What if I was reading too much into these small monts?

For all my confidence, for all my calculated maneuvering, there was one truth I couldn't deny:

I didn't know if she would ever see the way I wanted her to.

So why not have so fun?

> "Excuse , Miss Jiang," I said smoothly, fabricating so excuse to leave.

Before she could react, I was already walking away.

I approached the waitress with easy charm, slipping into conversation like it was second nature.We spoke for a few minutes—aningless chatter, empty complints, playful teasing.

She was responsive.

Interested.

I didn't have to try too hard.

And then, with a simple nod, we slipped out of the ballroom.

No one noticed, and if they did no one cared after all we were just extras in the backdrop of soone else's grand stage.

That was the thing about nights like this—people did things in secret, stolen monts that no one ever talked about.

The mont I pulled the waitress in by the waist, I felt it—

That familiar thrill, the powerful satisfaction of being the one in control.Her body molded into mine easily, soft in all the right ways, her breath warm against my lips as she giggled.

> "Bold, aren't you?" she teased, fingers curling onto the back of my hair.

I smirked.

> "I've been told."

And then I kissed her.Slow. Confident. Deliberate.She sighed into , her hands sliding up my arms, gripping onto my shoulders.

And fuck, I had missed this.

Missed the feeling of a woman pressing against , responding to my touch, lting under my hold.

Missed being able to pull soone in without effort, without hesitation—because now, I finally had so muscle back on my body. I could finally manhandle won properly again.

And that?That was a win.

She giggled again, breaking the kiss just enough to whisper—

> "You're dangerous."

I grinned against her lips.

> "You have no idea."

And then I kissed her again, little miss pretty waitress unbottons her shirt.

Man, I love won.

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anwhile, Back in the Ballroom...

Jiang Yuxi was irritated, she didn't like not knowing why.She had let Han Li's abrupt departure slide without comnt at first.

Because why should she care? Han Li wasn't important.She was just a secretary.

Just a passing acquaintance. Who is funny, occasionally charming but a nobody.

And yet—

For so reason, the sight stayed with her.

A slight, nagging annoyance—

One she didn't quite understand.

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anwhile, in the System Core...

> SYSTEM 404: [CHECKING HOST STATUS...]

SYSTEM 404: [HOST HAS LEFT THE BALLROOM.]

SYSTEM 404: [HOST HAS ENGAGED IN AN UNNECESSARY SIDE QUEST.]

SYSTEM 404: [HOST IS CURRENTLY MAKING OUT WITH A RANDOM WAITRESS.]

DAPHNE: [WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP]