Top Soldier Pursued by a Beauty

There were a few supermarkets at the entrance of the residential complex. Zhang Cuimei thought for a moment before saying, "Dear, isn't it rude for us to go empty-handed? Should we bring something?"

Zhao Kangyou frowned. He knew it was bad manners to visit someone empty-handed, but the previous grudge hadn't been settled. Bringing gifts might look like a deliberate attempt to curry favor.

After some thought, Zhao Kangyou said, "Let's bring something anyway. Regardless of what others do, our family needs to have proper manners. We can't give people a reason to gossip about us."

Zhang Cuimei nodded. "Alright, come with me to the supermarket then. Zhao Dong, you wait here for us." With that, Zhang Cuimei and Zhao Kangyou headed to the supermarket.

Zhao Dong pondered this as well. If there really was a misunderstanding, then Wang Jianguo didn't treat my parents badly after all. On the contrary, Wang Jianguo took good care of my parents when they lived together. Regardless of the present, at least they were on good terms back then, and he even helped me out a few times.

Thinking of this, Zhao Dong wanted to call his parents back and take care of the gift himself. But they had already gone inside, so he didn't dwell on it and dialed Zhang Longbo's number instead.

Zhang Longbo nearly jumped out of his skin when he received Zhao Dong's call. Although he was the patriarch of the Zhang Family, he had learned his lesson after personally witnessing Zhao Dong's terrifying power. He immediately answered, his voice fawning, "Mr. Zhao, how can I help you?"

Zhao Dong said flatly, "I'm about to visit an elder and I didn't bring a gift. Do you have anything on hand? Bring something over."

"Yes, yes, of course! My Zhang Family might not have many experts, but our financial strength is beyond doubt. I can get you anything you want."

Zhao Dong said, "Then just grab two or three suitable items. I need them for a gift. Deliver them to the entrance of Jinxiu Garden within fifteen minutes. I'm waiting here."

"Yes, Mr. Zhao! I'll handle it immediately!"

After hanging up, Zhang Longbo immediately started gathering the items and drove over. In the time it took Zhao Dong to smoke a single cigarette, Zhang Longbo's car arrived. He parked, got out, and gave Zhao Dong a respectful bow. Then, he took several items out of his car and said with a grin, "Mr. Zhao, I've brought a box of eighty-year-old Da Hong Pao tea worth over a million, a genuine painting by the Tang Dynasty artist Yuan Hu valued at a million, and a bracelet made of the finest Hetian jade, which could also fetch a million on the market!"

Zhao Dong rubbed his forehead. "I told you to just grab a couple of things. These are too valuable."

"Not at all! Not valuable at all! As long as you need it, Mr. Zhao, I'd give you half the Zhang Family, let alone these trinkets! We have plenty of treasures. Just say the word if you need them. These are nothing," Zhang Longbo cajoled eagerly.

Zhao Dong sighed in resignation. Giving away such treasures would be far too ostentatious, especially since Wang Han already gets on my nerves. Still, these things don't mean much to me anyway. He nodded and accepted the items. "Alright, thanks for your trouble."

"No trouble at all! It is my duty to serve you, Mr. Zhao!"

Zhao Dong glanced at Zhang Longbo. "You've done well. As a reward, I'll give you a prescription. Write this down."

Startled, Zhang Longbo didn't dare hesitate and quickly grabbed a pen and paper from his car. Zhao Dong took them, wrote down a prescription, and tossed it to him.

"You've been looking quite weak lately. If I'm not mistaken, you don't last more than two minutes in bed, do you? Get the herbs from this prescription and drink the concoction for three days straight. I guarantee you'll be able to stay hard for three full hours. Going seven times in one night will be no problem at all."

Zhang Longbo's expression shifted from embarrassment to shock, and finally to an ecstasy so profound he nearly knelt before Zhao Dong. He was indeed getting older and losing his vigor. Despite having many women at home, he often finished in just two or three minutes. This problem had deeply troubled him, and no doctor could cure it.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhao! I, your subordinate, will never forget this immense kindness!" Zhang Longbo declared, now openly calling himself a subordinate.

Even though Zhao Dong had killed Zhang Ze, Zhang Longbo, as head of the Zhang Family, had many women and wasn't short on other heirs. Besides, Zhang Ze had been at fault to begin with. Frankly, he wasn't very competent, so his death was simply a loss to be written off. At this moment, Zhang Longbo's attitude toward Zhao Dong was one of utter worship and admiration.

Zhao Dong said lightly, "As long as you follow me with loyalty, you will be well rewarded. I can also help your Zhang Family rise to new heights. Alright, you can go now."

"Yes! This subordinate is dedicated to following Mr. Zhao!"

The dignified head of the Zhang Family was completely submissive, fawning over Zhao Dong without a trace of his usual pride. If any outsider had witnessed this, their eyes would have popped out of their sockets in astonishment.

Zhang Longbo got into his car and drove away. Just as his car pulled away, Wang Han was arriving at the entrance in her Mercedes sports car. From a distance, she saw someone bowing and scraping to Zhao Dong.

Am I seeing things? He's just a retired soldier, why would anyone treat him with such respect? And… that man looks familiar, like someone I've seen on TV or in the news. He looks like a big shot! Wang Han immediately shook her head, chiding herself. A big shot? For Zhao Dong? Is he even worthy? It's probably just an act he staged for me to see, to make me think he's some powerful figure!

At that thought, a mocking smile touched Wang Han's lips. She drove up to Zhao Dong and said coldly, "I didn't realize you had no real talent, just a lot of petty tricks. It's pathetic. The more you put on a show, the more you disgust me!"

Zhao Dong glanced around and frowned. "Who are you talking to?"

"Who else but you?" Wang Han snapped. "I have never seen someone put on an act like you. Go on, keep pretending!"

"Are you insane?" The corner of Zhao Dong's mouth twitched. For the first time, he had the urge to curse someone out completely. He truly couldn't understand how the once kind and sensible Wang Han had turned into this.

He shook his head and decided to ignore her. Just then, Zhang Cuimei and Zhao Kangyou returned, carrying several bags.

Seeing Wang Han, Zhang Cuimei smiled. "Little Han, which building is your apartment in? Could you give us a ride?"

Wang Han shot them an impatient look. "Get in. My dad sent me to pick you up. You country folk would probably get lost in the complex. What a hassle!"

Zhang Cuimei and Zhao Kangyou got into the car, their faces flushing with embarrassment at her words. Zhao Dong's expression turned cold, and a wave of anger surged within him. He didn't want to get in the car, but Zhang Cuimei kept giving him pleading looks, so he grudgingly climbed into the passenger seat.

Once everyone was seated, Wang Han glanced at the fruit, milk, and health supplements in Zhang Cuimei and Zhao Kangyou's hands and muttered, "So cheap. Who even gives trash like this as a gift?"

Then, her gaze fell on the boxes in Zhao Dong's hands, her face filled with disdain. "And what junk are you holding? Can't be worth much, though the packaging is nice."

Zhao Dong, already irritated, replied coolly, "Worthless? These are probably worth several of your lives."

Wang Han's face darkened. "Zhao Dong, watch your mouth! If you can't speak properly, get out of the car!"

Zhao Dong gave a faint smile. "I wouldn't want to sit in this junker of yours anyway. I'm only doing this out of respect for your parents, not for you."

"You—" Wang Han seethed, grinding her teeth. "Forget it! It's not worth getting angry at someone like you. All you're good for is running your mouth."

Zhao Dong couldn't be bothered to argue with her. They quickly arrived at the apartment building and followed Wang Han upstairs. On the 8th floor, Wang Han knocked. The door opened quickly, and Wang Jianguo himself stepped out to greet them.

Wang Jianguo was tall and thin. His hair had whitened considerably, but he was still full of spirit, looking more like a man in his forties. He spotted Zhao Kangyou at once and walked over excitedly.

He grabbed Zhao Kangyou's hands, his eyes welling with tears. "Old Zhao! It's been so long!"

Zhao Kangyou managed a smile, his tone neither warm nor cold. "Yes, it's been a long time. A few years have passed in a flash."

Wang Jianguo was moved. "You've aged so much these past few years. Why didn't you come to me if you were in trouble?"

Zhao Kangyou just smiled without answering. Realizing something, Wang Jianguo sighed and turned his attention to Zhang Cuimei and Zhao Dong. He sighed again, a mix of guilt and joy in his voice. "And Little Dong is all grown up! Look how tall you are! Quick, help your mother inside and have a seat!"

They entered Wang Jianguo's home, placing their gifts by the door before settling on the sofa.

Wang Jianguo called toward one of the rooms, "Mujing, come on out! Brother Zhao and Sister Cuimei are here! Hurry and pour some tea!"

The sound of shuffling slippers came from a bedroom, and a strikingly beautiful woman with a graceful air emerged.