Top Soldier Pursued by a Beauty

Cheng Haoyuan happened to see the scene between Yang Sixue and Zhao Dong and assumed they were flirting. Staring at them with a face full of hatred, he immediately burst out in anger, "Yang Sixue, you slut! You acted so heartbroken when we broke up, and not even two days later you're hooking up with another man! You're shameless!"

The woman beside Cheng Haoyuan, who looked to be in her thirties, was stylish and possessed a mature charm. She said to him, "Haoyuan, I told you. This Yang Sixue may look glamorous, but who knows how wild she is in private!"

The confrontation was a huge shock to Yang Sixue, and in that moment, she even sobered up a little. She looked at Cheng Haoyuan, her expression a mix of heartbreaking sadness that quickly turned to extreme indifference. "Cheng Haoyuan, you have no right to call me a slut. That woman beside you is the one you found, right? What a pair of scoundrels!"

"You're talking bullshit!" Cheng Haoyuan furiously retorted. "Who's as slutty as you? Didn't you find a man, too? You slut!"

Zhao Dong furrowed his brow, about to explain, when Yang Sixue suddenly wrapped her arms around him and scoffed coldly at Cheng Haoyuan. "Yes, I found a man. So what? He's taller than you, more handsome than you, and better than you. What's wrong, can't accept it?"

Cheng Haoyuan's eyes instantly turned bloodshot. "Yang Sixue, did you sleep with him?"

Yang Sixue smiled seductively. "Yes, I slept with him. So what?"

Cheng Haoyuan almost blacked out with rage. Panting heavily, he snarled, "You fucking bitch! We dated for a year and you wouldn't let me sleep with you, saying you wanted to save your first time for marriage... and you slept with this guy after knowing him for just a few days?"

Yang Sixue nodded. "That's right. I had no choice; you just don't measure up. Look at you, so short and skinny. I doubt you could have satisfied me. Zhao Dong is so much better... I almost died from pleasure."

The corner of Zhao Dong's mouth twitched as he listened to her savage words, and he couldn't help but glance at Yang Sixue.

Seeing his gaze, a flash of embarrassed anger crossed her face. She sneakily pinched his thigh under the table and typed a message on her phone: "Help me out. I'm begging you."

Zhao Dong glanced at the message but said nothing.

Across from them, Cheng Haoyuan was so angry he felt his lungs might explode. For a man, there was no greater shame than this.

The woman beside Cheng Haoyuan consoled him, "Haoyuan, she's just trying to provoke you. Do you really think that was her first time? Impossible. Who knows how many actors and directors she's slept with. She's probably all used up; what's so great about her?"

Cheng Haoyuan's heart was bleeding. Damn it, he wouldn't have minded even if she had slept around! This was the woman considered a goddess by all of China, and he hadn't even managed to sleep with her once during their one-year relationship. This feeling was worse than being killed!

Yang Sixue looked at the woman and sneered, "Are you here to gloat, you old hag? Sorry, but I looked down on Cheng Haoyuan a long time ago."

The woman beside him instantly became furious. "Who are you calling an old hag?"

Yang Sixue stood up, walked right up to the woman, and said, word by word, "I called you an old hag. And I called you a cheap whore!"

"You filthy bitch, how dare you insult me?" The woman's hand swung out, slapping Yang Sixue hard across the face.

Stunned, Yang Sixue clutched her cheek. "You dare to hit me?"

"So what if I hit you?" the woman said haughtily. "Let me tell you, my name is Zhang Meigui! Go and find out who I am! You're nothing but a mere performer. Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

Yang Sixue stood there in shock, cradling her face. She had never been so humiliated in her entire life. Tears welled up and began to fall.

Beside her, Cheng Haoyuan sneered, "A well-deserved slap! Yang Sixue, you bitch, you had it coming! Meigui came today to settle the score for me!"

Yang Sixue clutched her face, biting her lip until it bled as she glared daggers at the pair.

Zhang Meigui glared back. "What are you looking at? Still got a problem? You want another one?"

Zhang Meigui raised her hand again, but Cheng Haoyuan stopped her. "Meigui, don't. Let me! I've been dying to slap her!"

With that, Cheng Haoyuan raised his hand to strike Yang Sixue.

But just as his palm was about to hit her face, a figure flashed between them! Zhao Dong moved like a gust of wind, appearing in front of them and kicking Cheng Haoyuan squarely in the chest.

"AARGH!" Cheng Haoyuan screamed as he was sent flying backward, crashing into a table and shattering it to pieces.

Zhang Meigui was stunned. She pointed at Zhao Dong and shrieked, "You dare to hit someone?"

Zhao Dong frowned, raised his hand, and slapped her across the face. SMACK! "Get lost! Point at me again, and I'll break your hand."

Zhang Meigui reeled from the blow, seeing stars as she collapsed to the ground.

Zhao Dong turned to Yang Sixue. Seeing the red palm print on her face, he frowned. "Are you okay?"

Yang Sixue stared blankly at him. For some reason, a complex, bittersweet feeling swelled in her heart. The man she loved had cheated on her and was now attacking her with another woman, while the man she looked down on had stood up to protect her without a second thought! Women are emotional creatures, and fueled by the alcohol, a thousand different feelings surged through her.

Her eyes instantly grew moist, tears filling her vision. The next second, she threw herself into Zhao Dong's arms and began to sob.

Zhao Dong was taken aback. Frowning, he asked, "What are you doing?"

"Zhao Dong... thank you..." she sobbed, her words broken. "I'm sorry... I was drunk earlier and I said some terrible things... Thank you..."

Zhao Dong paused when he heard her words, then let out a soft sigh. "It's okay. It's good that you realize your mistake."

"Thank you for not blaming me..." Yang Sixue lifted her pretty, tear-streaked face, looking heartbreakingly pitiful and lovely.

Across the room, Zhang Meigui scrambled to help Cheng Haoyuan up. Clutching his chest, he cursed venomously, "You son of a bitch! You dare to hit me?"

Zhang Meigui, also clutching her stinging cheek, stared murderously at Zhao Dong. "You little punk! Neither of you are leaving today! I'm going to cripple you both!"

Zhao Dong replied coolly, "I'd like to see you try."

Cheng Haoyuan sneered, "You clueless fool. Let me tell you, Meigui is from the Zhang Family, one of the Four Great Families!"

At the mention of the Zhang Family, Yang Sixue's expression changed. In East Sea, the Four Great Families were behemoths with the power to dominate everything.

Zhao Dong, however, was unfazed. "The Zhang Family? Oh? And who is she in the Zhang Family?"

Cheng Haoyuan said proudly, "Meigui is from a side branch of the Zhang Family. She's responsible for managing their subsidiary companies. You dared to hit her? Just wait for death! Meigui, call for backup!"

The woman named Zhang Meigui immediately made a phone call, sobbing into the receiver, "Cousin! I've been beaten up! You have to bring some people over, quickly! I'll be waiting..."

Yang Sixue gritted her teeth, glanced at Zhao Dong, and whispered, "Zhao Dong, you need to run!"

"Why should I run?" he asked, confused.

"Zhang Meigui is from the Zhang Family! You can't afford to offend them!" she said anxiously. "Hurry and leave! They probably won't hurt me, but if you don't go, you're finished once their people arrive! I can't protect you!"

Zhao Dong smiled faintly. "I'm not leaving. I want to see what they can do to me."

Yang Sixue stomped her foot in frustration. "Are you crazy? Do you really think being a veteran makes you a match for the Zhang Family? The Four Great Families of East Sea are not people you can afford to offend! Even I am no match for them!"

Zhao Dong remained unmoved.

Yang Sixue was on the verge of tears again. "Zhao Dong, please, just go! I'm begging you. I'm afraid you'll be crippled by the Zhang Family because of me..."

He shook his head. "Don't worry. I said it'll be fine, and I mean it."

Across from them, Cheng Haoyuan roared with laughter. "Keep up your tough act, you asshole! You just want to show off for Yang Sixue, don't you? How hilarious! You're going to be crippled today!"

Zhao Dong shook his head. "The two of you are the ones who are finished today."

With that, he dialed the number of the Zhang Family's patriarch, Zhang Longbo. Zhang Longbo and the entire Zhang Family have already submitted to me. Why would I be afraid of a mere side branch?

The call connected, and Zhang Longbo's trembling voice came from the other end. "Mr. Zhao... what are your instructions?"

"Purple Rose Bar. Ten minutes."

Zhao Dong hung up immediately. On the other end, Zhang Longbo's expression changed drastically, and he rushed over without a second's hesitation.

Yang Sixue was practically frantic. She looked at Zhao Dong, pleading, "Zhao Dong, I'm begging you, please leave. I know you want to help, but you're just a veteran! You don't have the power to help me. You can't afford to offend the Zhang Family; even I might not be a match for them. Please, just go!"

"I told you it's fine. Why don't you believe me?" Zhao Dong asked, a little exasperated.

"I just can't! I don't believe you can handle the Zhang Family!"

"What if I can? How about we make a bet?"

Yang Sixue stomped her foot. "If you can really handle the Zhang Family today, I... I'll agree to do one thing for you! Anything at all!"

Zhao Dong smiled faintly. "Alright. Then just sit back and enjoy the show."

As soon as he finished speaking, the bar's main door was kicked open, and a large group of people swaggered imposingly inside.