Top Soldier Pursued by a Beauty

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On the hospital bed, Zhao Qirou slowly opened her eyes, a hint of confusion in her beautiful gaze.

Seeing her open her eyes, Wang Xiulian immediately rushed over, hugging her and crying, "Qirou, you've finally woken up! You scared Mom to death! What would I do if something happened to you?"

Zhao Qirou looked at Wang Xiulian, dazed for a moment, then managed a smile with her dry, haggard lips. "Mom... I'm okay..."

After speaking, her gaze slowly shifted, as if searching for something. When she saw Zhao Dong, her eyes instantly reddened. A single tear slid down her cheek. "Brother..."

Zhao Dong's heart trembled. He stepped forward and gently grasped her hand, speaking softly, "Qirou, I'm here. Tell me what happened. How did you fall from the building like that?"

A dull pain throbbed in Zhao Qirou's head as she recalled the earlier scene. She had gotten into a conflict with Zhou Yu, who had been deliberately causing trouble for her in the dance studio. The two had argued fiercely. Later, Zhao Qirou went into the changing room, and Zhou Yu followed her in. In the heat of their argument, Zhou Yu actually attacked her. Zhou Yu had always been savage and unreasonable; Zhao Qirou was no match for her.

Moreover, Zhao Qirou had been standing right by the window, wearing high heels. A fierce push from Zhou Yu made her lose her footing, and she fell straight from the fourth floor. Her last memory was of Zhou Yu's panicked face...

Looking at Zhao Dong, Zhao Qirou momentarily wanted to tell him everything. But in the next second, she abruptly remembered that Zhou Yu was backed by Zhang Ze. And Zhang Ze was the young master of the Zhang Family, one of the four great families of East Sea. How could Zhao Dong possibly be a match for people like that? The four great families were the supreme power in East Sea. It didn't matter that she had no proof; even with proof, they would be helpless.

Zhao Qirou would rather swallow this grievance than let Zhao Dong and her parents seek trouble with Zhou Yu. With this in mind, she forced a pale smile. "Dad, Mom, Brother, Aunt, Uncle, I'm sorry for worrying you. I'm fine. I just slipped and happened to fall from the building. I guess I'm tougher than I thought... I actually survived."

"You fell by yourself?" Zhao Dong asked, his brows furrowed.

Zhao Qirou gently squeezed his hand and smiled weakly. "Brother, I really wasn't paying attention and just fell. Don't overthink it."

Zhang Cuimei sighed from the side. "No matter what, as long as Qirou's okay, that's all that matters. That's all that matters."

Zhao Qirou's smile was tinged with sorrow. After a moment of silence, she looked at Wang Xiulian anxiously. "Mom, what did the doctor say? Given my condition, will there be any lasting complications?"

Wang Xiulian wept with joy. "Qirou, you're completely fine! The doctor said you just need to rest! And to tell you the truth... it was your brother who saved you!"

"My brother saved me?" Zhao Qirou looked at Zhao Dong in surprise.

Wang Xiulian hesitated for a moment before explaining everything that had happened.

Zhao Qirou was stunned. She stared at Zhao Dong in utter amazement. "Brother... you actually know medicine? My goodness! How come you've never mentioned it?"

Zhao Dong simply smiled, and the hospital room was soon filled with laughter. Seeing that Zhao Qirou was all right, everyone finally relaxed. Although Zhao Dong laughed and chatted with his cousin, a deep-seated doubt was growing in his heart. He instinctively felt that something was off, that Zhao Qirou seemed to be hiding some deep grievance. They had grown up together, and even though they had been apart for a few years, he still knew her well.

Whenever Zhao Qirou was sad or feeling wronged, she would slightly purse her lips. From the moment she had woken up until now, she had been pursing her lips, even when she was smiling and talking. He instinctively sensed that this matter was not so simple. At that thought, he gently pinched her cheek and said softly, "You get some rest. I have to step out for a bit."

After bidding farewell to his aunt and uncle, and to Qirou's parents, Zhao Dong left, heading straight for the Fengya Media Company.

Shortly after Zhao Dong's departure, Zhao Kangyou and Zhang Cuimei also left, as they had pressing matters to attend to. Only Zhao Kangming and Wang Xiulian remained in the room. When Zhao Kangming went to the restroom, Wang Xiulian smiled. "Sweetie, are you hungry? You just had surgery, so you can't eat anything greasy. I'll go buy you some vegetable porridge."

"Thank you, Mom!"

Vegetable porridge was Zhao Qirou's favorite food. Soon, Wang Xiulian had left as well. With no one to talk to, the tired and weak Zhao Qirou drifted into a deep sleep.

Just as her eyes closed, a doctor in a white coat suddenly entered the room. The doctor wore a mask, but a closer look revealed the face underneath belonged to Zhou Yu. She looked at Zhao Qirou on the bed, her body trembling slightly. Stamping her foot, she pleaded silently in her heart, Zhao Qirou, don't blame me for being so ruthless. I didn't want this either. You can't blame me... I was forced to do this...

With that, she tiptoed to the bedside, pulled a small bag of white powder from her pocket, and poured it into the water cup on the nightstand. After finishing, she scurried away, found a deserted spot to quickly take off the white coat, and returned to her car.

Zhou Yu immediately called Zhang Ze. "Hello, Young Master Zhang! I put the powder in. They won't be able to detect it, will they?"

"Relax, they won't find anything," came the reply. "A friend of mine brought that good stuff back from Southeast Asia. It's colorless and tasteless. Drinking it causes direct kidney failure. Crucially, it's undetectable to anyone who doesn't know what to look for. You have nothing to worry about."

"Young Master Zhang, I'm so scared," Zhou Yu said nervously. "Now I'm an actual murderer..."

Zhang Ze sounded displeased. "What are you talking about now, Zhou Yu? You were the one who wanted the drug. I just provided the source. I never told you to harm Zhao Qirou. That was your own decision, so don't have any regrets."

"But... but wasn't this your idea in the first place?"

Zhang Ze exploded in rage. "What do you mean it was my idea? I just mentioned it! You're the one who decided to use the drug! Don't you dare try to shift the blame onto me!"

"I don't care. It was your idea, and I carried it out. We're both responsible. I'm coming to find you now. Where are you?"

Zhang Ze was seething. He wished he could kill Zhou Yu right then and there. This was a murder charge! He had indeed suggested it, but he never thought she would turn on him. Veins bulged on his forehead and he was about to erupt, but another thought stopped him. He forced himself to speak calmly, "It's fine, Zhou Yu. Now that it's done, come on over. You can hide out at my place for a bit."

"Okay, I'm on my way!"

Zhou Yu hung up and immediately drove toward Zhang Ze's villa estate.

Meanwhile, Zhao Dong had arrived at Fengya Media and questioned several models about the incident. He obtained a crucial clue: Zhao Qirou and Zhou Yu had a conflict that morning. Zhao Dong instantly knew what had happened. This incident was almost certainly related to Zhou Yu. After getting her phone number, he left the media company. He tried calling Zhou Yu's number several times, but no one answered. This only confirmed his suspicion.

He was almost certain that this Zhou Yu was the one who had harmed Qirou.

Just then, his phone let out a piercing ring. He glanced at the caller and quickly answered, "Hello, Uncle, what's wrong?"

"Dong! Hurry back! Something's happened to Qirou!"

"What?!"

A terrifying, murderous aura erupted from Zhao Dong. There was no time to hail a cab. Just then, a Porsche happened to be driving by. He ran directly into the middle of the street, forcing the Porsche to a screeching halt. An beautiful, angry face framed by sunglasses appeared at the window. "Hey, are you crazy? Move!"

Without a word, Zhao Dong ran to the car, yanked open the door, and pulled the woman out. "Sorry! I have an emergency and can't wait! I'll bring your car back later!"

Before the words had faded, Zhao Dong slammed his foot on the gas, and the Porsche shot away.

"Hey, you bastard! Car thief! Somebody help! Someone's stealing a car!" the woman shouted, swinging her handbag. But the car had already vanished from sight. Her face flushed red with anger as she cursed, "You bastard! How dare you steal my car! You have no idea who you just messed with! Just you wait!"

Elsewhere, Zhao Dong pushed the car to 150 mph, rocketing through the city. In just a few minutes, he reached the hospital, skidding to a stop with a tire-screeching drift. He sprinted up the stairs two and three steps at a time and burst into the hospital room.