QT: I hijacked a harem system and now I'm ruining every plot(GL) Chapter 57: Father in law

Chapter 57 - Jiang Wei POV

I try to wrap an arm around Lin yu, but she shifts away from , her body already half off the bed.

Sex with her these days is just that—a formality.

A chore.

A transaction.

The kind of passion we had in the beginning? Gone. Now, she doesn’t even stay the night. No post-coital cuddling, no lazy morning conversations.

In our early days, there was a softness between us—brief smiles, a hand brushed over mine, a shared laugh over sothing ridiculous.

Now, she lies about work. Well, maybe not lies. She’s been busy lately.

We both have.

She moves around the room, slipping into her clothes, every motion calculated and efficient.

Her expression is unreadable, just like always. I lean back against the headboard, pulling the sheets up to my waist, watching her.

"I’m getting married to her," I say.

Lin yu pauses briefly to adjust one of her earrings.

"I know. She told ."

That’s it. No reaction. No surprise, no anger. Just calm acceptance.

I don’t know what I expected. Maybe a little jealousy? Maybe a flicker of sothing?

But nothing. Only the sound of her bracelets clinking as she fastens them.

Maybe that’s what I like about the won in my life.

There’s no drama. No fighting. Lin yu, the heiress, Jessica—even my clingy manager, though she can be frustrating. All of them manage to coexist.

No screaming matches.

No sabotage.

Just clean lines and invisible boundaries.

My fiancée, the heiress, brings power and prestige. Being beside her feels different than being on red carpets. It’s not just fa—it’s legacy. Real influence. A world where dinner conversations shape boardroom decisions.

Lin yu is beautiful and comforting. We have an ease that doesn’t need explanation. She knows my habits, my rhythms. She’s convenient.

And Jessica... she’s chaos. In the best way. Wild, untad, light-hearted. With her, I can breathe.

I should be happy. I have it all.

But.

Jiang Yuxi.

She’s the missing piece in this perfect picture, the one person who never played by the rules. The one who refused to orbit around .

She moved out of the Jiang family estate months ago. Doesn’t answer calls. Ignores texts. The only ti I see her is during joint projects, and even then, she acts like I don’t exist.

And she’s still with CEO Han.

I can’t believe it.

At so point, they’ll get bored. Right?

It’s not like anything real can happen between won. Surely, they’ll outgrow whatever rebellious phase this is.

Lin yu grabs her clutch from the chair and heads for the door.

"I’ll text you," she says casually.

I nod.

She leaves without another word.

The door clicks shut, and I stare at the empty space she left behind.

Everything in my life is going great.

*

Later that week, I walk into the grand estate that will soon be mine by marriage.

The Jiang family were upper elite, sure, but this—this is another level of wealth. The air itself slls different. Power doesn’t just linger here. It seeps into the walls.

I adjust my suit as I’m led through the front hallway, passing priceless artwork and imported marble until we reach a study lined with mahogany shelves and thick cigar smoke.

My fiancée’s father sits at the head of a private gathering of n—older, distinguished, and powerful. Politicians. Executives. n whose nas are never printed, only whispered.

"Oh? Jiang Wei, my future son-in-law!" he laughs, lifting a drink.

I bow politely, offering my greetings.

"You’re right on ti. We’re heading out to the private course—join us for a few holes."

He claps my back like we’re old friends, and the n chuckle along.

I smile, even though my jaw aches from holding it for so long.

As we walk out onto the estate’s personal golf course, I wonder what Qin Zhen would think if he could see now.

, Jiang Wei—once struggling under the suffocating roof of Qin Entertainnt—now strolling shoulder to shoulder with politicians and power brokers. No longer just the film emperor. I’m being grood to be sothing else entirely.

A king among n.

After several exhausting hours of polite small talk, fake laughter, and calculated swings, I find myself seated beside my future father-in-law in the back of a sleek, black luxury car.

The leather seats sll like money and the tinted windows block out the world. We’re gliding smoothly through the city, silent for a mont until he finally speaks.

"Originally, I was against this marriage," he says, his voice even, his gaze fixed outside the window.

I stay quiet.

What is there to say?

"My wife and I only have one child—our daughter," he continues.

"Because of that, we might’ve spoiled her a little."

A little?

That’s generous. The heiress was, once upon a ti, the very definition of a spoiled princess. Pretty, headstrong, petulant when denied.

"I wanted her to marry within her stature," he says.

"I wanted her to be protected after we’re gone. Legacy attracts vultures, and looking at you back then? You were just a pretty boy with nothing to offer but your face. I was concerned."

The words sting a little. But I don’t flinch. It’s not like I hadn’t heard worse.

"She was adamant," he continues with a sigh.

"We fought about it constantly. But then—she changed."

He pauses, a rare softness creeping into his voice.

"She matured. Beca sharper. Focused. I attended a board eting last month, the one she chaired," he says with a small smile, "and in that mont... she wasn’t just my little girl anymore."

His pride is palpable. Warming the space between us in a way I hadn’t expected.

"When I asked her what brought it on, do you know what she said to ?"

I glance at him.

He chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief.

"’Dad, I don’t want to be the little princess anymore. I want to be king.’"

He laughs again, louder this ti.

"That’s when I understood all those old n who boast about their sons. But she—she’s better than any of their damn sons. I can’t believe I ever thought of marrying her off to one of them."

He straightens up, chest puffed slightly with paternal pride.

"I still don’t know what caused the change," he says, turning to look at , "but I’m sure you were one of the reasons. So—thank you. How could I ever be against this marriage when you seem to have brought out the best in her?"

He reaches over and clasps my hand in both of his.

"Welco to the family," he says sincerely. "And thank you once again."

I return his gesture, smiling.

"No," I reply quietly. "I don’t think I deserve the credit. It’s all her. I’m just the lucky one to have your daughter’s favor."

His eyes crinkle slightly as he smiles back.

Outside, the car continues its smooth glide down the endless road. Inside, the future is being sealed with a handshake and quiet approval.

I tell myself again:

Everything in my life is going great.

But deep down, a whisper in my gut says otherwise.