QT: I hijacked a harem system and now I'm ruining every plot(GL) Chapter 42: Siren

Han Li’s POV

The system’s alerts are buzzing. Loud. Shrill. Persistent.

I ignore them.

I always ignore them.

They’ve been screaming at since the mont I hijacked this ridiculous world, since the second I threw the plot off course and refused to play along.

But now? Now it feels like the system is panicking.

I can almost sense it struggling to keep the narrative intact.

Pathetic.

I exhale, rolling my neck to release the tension that has been prickling at my skin throughout my entire eting with Jiang Wei.

The mont he stepped into my office, I felt it.

The weight of the world trying to force into submission.

Like invisible strings pulling, whispering: Don’t go against the protagonist. Don’t fight the natural order. Don’t disrupt the script.

But I knew it would be like this.

I’ve tried to sabotage him before—small things, subtle interferences. Projects mysteriously falling apart, directors backing out, scripts going missing.

But every single ti, so miraculous stroke of fate swooped in to fix everything.

Or worse—he’d get offered an even better project.

That’s when I understood.

I cannot win against plot armor.

Not directly.

Which is why—I won’t attack from the front.

I’ll go through the sides.

And that’s where my sweet Jessica cos in.

Jessica.

My dear, irresistible, shaless Jessica.

There isn’t a single person I’ve t that hasn’t fallen for her charms. n, won, anyone.

She has a natural gift for it—the perfect combination of beauty, wit, and a disarming playfulness that makes people let their guard down.

And Jiang Wei?

The man destined to have a harem?

He’s easy pickings.

I smirk as I swirl my whiskey, my gaze settling on the glittering skyline beyond my office windows.

***

Jiang Wei’s POV

I storm out of Han Corp, my blood still simring from that infuriating eting.

Who the hell does she think she is?

Threatening ?

Acting like she holds all the power?

I clench my jaw, replaying every mont of that conversation in my head. Her arrogance, her complete disregard for my influence in the industry. I should have pushed back harder, should have—

Crash!

Pain jolts through my shoulder as I slam into sothing—soone.

A soft gasp, a slight stumble.

Then—

>"Ow."

I blink down at the woman in front of , montarily thrown off by the head of blonde hair, the foreign features, the striking blue eyes.

A foreigner?

For a second, I just stare.

She’s—stunning.

Her soft golden hair falls in loose waves around her face, her features delicate but sharp.

She’s dressed in sothing effortlessly elegant—a simple but well-fitted outfit that screams class, yet there’s sothing casual about the way she carries herself.

For so reason, I can’t look away.

>"I’m sorry,"

I say, imdiately reaching out to help her up.

She takes my hand, her touch light but firm.

>"No, I actually wasn’t looking either,"

she replies, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

Then she bends down, picking up her phone from the pavent. A visible crack runs through the screen.

I frown.

> "Let fix that for you. We can exchange contacts, and—"

But she cuts off with a soft, dismissive laugh.

>"No, no. It’s fine."

She offers a polite smile before walking away.

I turn slightly, watching her retreating figure as she disappears into the crowd.

Wow.

***

Jessica’s POV

Once I’m a few feet away from Jiang Wei, I slow my pace, tilting my head slightly as I adjust my expression.

How easy.

I didn’t even need to pull out my best tricks for this one.

So n require effort—subtlety, a slow burn, the illusion of unattainability. But him? No.

Jiang Wei is already curious.

Already watching.

Already falling.

I bite back a smirk as I glance at my cracked phone screen—an unfortunate casualty of war. No matter. CEO Han will compensate for that.

Speaking of CEO Han...

She wants to cause as much chaos as possible.

The greater the destruction, the greater the rewards.

Too easy.

And the best part?

I get to ruin a man’s life.

I do that for free.

I’ve already done my research on him.

On his weaknesses.

On the won in his life.

He has them, of course. So many. But they all fall into one category.

Elegant. Reserved. Poised.

All of them—refined won who know their place. Who uphold an image. Who cater to his world of carefully controlled appearances.

What our dear Jiang Wei needs... is sothing different.

Soone spontaneous.

Soone unpredictable.

Soone who feels like an escape.

And that’s exactly what I am- Nah- but it’s what I will be.

Maybe I should consider a career change to acting?

I can already see it—the way he looked at just now. Intrigued. Unsettled. Drawn in.

It won’t take long.

A week, maybe less.

And then?

He’ll belong to .

Bonus points?

He’s handso.

That makes this all the more enjoyable.

I sigh, stretching my arms above my head as I glance at my schedule for the day.

Today, he’s set to shoot a comrcial for so energy drink.

The concept?

He’s stranded at sea, exhausted, drifting helplessly—until a siren erges from the depths, dragging him down to the ocean floor.

I snicker.

CEO Han truly has a twisted sense of humor.

I let out a soft chuckle, flipping my hair over my shoulder as I make my way toward the studio.

Today’s work? Playing the siren.

Literally and figuratively.

It’s almost poetic, really.

The story of a beautiful creature luring a man to his doom.

It fits so perfectly that I almost wonder—was I one in a past life?

A wicked grin tugs at the corner of my lips.

If I was, I must have been legendary.

**

The studio is bustling when I arrive.

Makeup artists, directors, lighting crews—all scrambling around the set, preparing for the shoot. Massive tanks of crystal-clear water dominate the space, simulating the open ocean. Artificial waves ripple across the surface, and suspended above it all—a complex rig of wires and caras, ready to capture the illusion of drowning.

I scan the room, my gaze imdiately finding him.

Jiang Wei.

He’s standing near the monitors, dressed in ripped, water-soaked clothing, his hair already styled to look like he’s been battling the sea for hours.

The makeup team has done an exquisite job. His skin is glistening, the subtle sheen of sweat and seawater making him look both vulnerable and rugged.

No wonder he’s the industry’s golden boy.

Too bad gold rusts.

I approach slowly, heels clicking against the studio floor, drawing eyes as I move.

He turns.

And the mont his gaze lands on —I know I’ve won.

His breath catches. Just slightly.

He wasn’t expecting .

Oh, darling.

You should always expect .