Top Soldier Pursued by a Beauty

"Ah…" Han Chuxue cried out in pain as her consciousness returned in a flash. Looking at Zhao Dong, tears streamed down her face, but only for a second before she lost consciousness again.

Downstairs in the villa, Han Qingtian ambled over with a cheerful laugh and called out, "Chuxue, come down and have dinner with Zhao Dong!"

However, there was no response. Han Qingtian paused, puzzled. He had clearly seen Zhao Dong carrying Han Chuxue into the villa earlier. That's my granddaughter, alright. She certainly knows how to seal the deal. But why wasn't anyone answering?

Han Qingtian searched the first floor but found no one. Frowning, he climbed the stairs to the second floor. As he reached the top of the landing, he heard a sound that seemed slightly off. Puzzled, he walked to Han Chuxue's bedroom door, and in the next second, he saw the scene inside.

Han Qingtian stood petrified for two seconds before turning and leaving without another word. Back downstairs, a triumphant smile bloomed on his face.

"Chuxue, oh Chuxue, you truly are your grandfather's good granddaughter," he mused. "Zhao Dong is no ordinary young man. You won't regret sticking with him!" Satisfied, Han Qingtian left, practically floating on air.

Upstairs, Han Chuxue's mind was a complete blank; she didn't even know what she was doing. Her consciousness had returned, the effects of the poison had subsided, and she was even fully aware of what she and Zhao Dong were doing. But she just couldn't muster the strength to resist. In Zhao Dong's arms, she felt…

After a long time, everything subsided. Han Chuxue slowly opened her eyes. The moment she saw Zhao Dong, her body trembled, and she bit her lip hard. I'm going crazy! I'm really going crazy! How could I have done something like that?

Zhao Dong slowly pulled away from her embrace and looked down at her with a smile, saying nothing. Han Chuxue's mind was a mess, her skin crawling with agitation. She glared at him. "Get off me!"

"Women are so fickle. Just moments ago, you were telling me to hurry..."

"AH! SHUT UP!" Han Chuxue screamed, cutting him off.

Zhao Dong gave a helpless, wry smile, rubbed his nose, and rolled off her.

Han Chuxue clutched the bedsheets, her cheeks flushed with shame and fury. Her eyes, filled with deep resentment, narrowed as she bit her lip. "You... you scoundrel! I wish I could kill you!"

Zhao Dong shrugged and smiled. "You should be thanking me. If it weren't for me, you never would have gotten rid of that poison."

"Don't push your luck!"

"I'm not pushing my luck. You were enjoying it more than I was."

Before he could finish, a pillow came flying at him again.

Zhao Dong sighed. "Why don't you get dressed? I'll wait for you in the living room."

After he left, Han Chuxue sat on the bed, gnashing her teeth. She punched the pillow again and again, cursing Zhao Dong in her mind. That bastard! I'm so furious! He actually... again...

Han Chuxue wished she could find a hole to crawl into. But then, the memory of what had just happened flashed in her mind. Her body shuddered, and her face turned so red it looked like it could bleed.

She dressed sullenly, then composed herself and reapplied her makeup, restoring her usual cool and detached air. When she walked out, Zhao Dong was sitting on the sofa, smoking. Their eyes met, plunging them into another awkward silence. With her thoughts in chaos, Han Chuxue forced herself to calm down and shot him a glare.

"Downstairs. Let's eat."

Zhao Dong chuckled and followed her down, admiring her figure from behind. His gaze lingered on her long, slender legs, and his mind began to wander. Han Chuxue felt a wave of goosebumps, as if she could feel his eyes on her. She tugged at the hem of her skirt and shot him a fierce glare as they arrived at Han Qingtian's villa, which was where the family held their meals.

As they entered, Han Qingtian spotted them immediately. "Xiao Dong is here!" he said with a hearty laugh. "Chuxue, hurry and bring Xiao Dong over to sit."

Now that he was certain this was his future grandson-in-law, Han Qingtian had switched to a more intimate form of address, calling him Xiao Dong directly. Zhao Dong gave a wry smile, but then he caught Han Qingtian's gaze and felt a flicker of panic. That look... why does it seem so strange?

He didn't dwell on it, however. Soon, the entire Han family was seated at the dinner table. Zhao Dong sat with Han Chuxue, and after a few glasses of wine, the atmosphere became quite pleasant.

Before long, Han Jian'an cheerfully produced a bank card, a contract, and a small wooden box. He handed them to Zhao Dong with a smile. "Young Brother Zhao Dong, this card has ten million, the consultation fee we promised you. This is the contract for the East Sea International Hotel, which is now being transferred to you. And in this box is a century-old Lingzhi from the Old Master."

Beside them, Han Qingtian glanced at Han Jian'an. "Jian'an," he said, his eyes twinkling, "from now on, none of you are to call him 'Young Brother Zhao Dong.' Everyone will call him Xiao Dong."

Han Jian'an was taken aback and a little confused. Wasn't addressing him as a peer better? Calling him Xiao Dong sounded like addressing a junior. Han Chuxue suddenly sensed something, and her face flushed as her heart began to race. Could they have found out about what happened with Zhao Dong? No way... that would be utterly mortifying...

Han Jian'an didn't overthink it. "Alright," he said with a smile. "Then I'll call you Xiao Dong. After all, you and Chuxue are close in age, so it's appropriate."

Zhao Dong wanted to decline, but their insistence was overwhelming. He signed the transfer contract and accepted the card and the Lingzhi. He planned to use the Lingzhi in his alchemy to treat the blood cancer. That problem needed to be dealt with quickly, or the backlash would only grow stronger over time.

During the meal, Han Chuxue's father, Han Jianping, was overjoyed. He looked at Zhao Dong as if he were a priceless treasure. The Old Master favors Zhao Dong, and Zhao Dong seems to have an unusual relationship with my daughter. This is great news! Now, Zhao Dong was the only trump card he held over Han Jian'an.

Naturally, Han Jian'an also realized this. With a glint in his eye, he turned to Zhao Dong and smiled. "Xiao Dong, how long have you and Chuxue known each other?"

Zhao Dong was startled but answered honestly. "Two or three weeks, I think."

"Two or three weeks, eh…" Han Jian'an's smile deepened. Only two or three weeks. There can't be any deep feelings involved. They aren't even officially together, and even if they were, a relationship of two or three weeks means nothing.

Han Jian'an wiped his mouth and finally grinned. "Xiao Dong, to be honest, I have a daughter as well—Chuxue's cousin. She has a wonderful personality and a great admiration for young men with medical skills. I was thinking I could introduce you two. In fact, she's involved in the medical field herself. Perhaps she could consult you for some guidance?"

Without thinking much of it, Zhao Dong smiled. "Of course, that's no problem."

"That's great, that's great! Come, Uncle toasts you!"

As the two men drank, Han Jianping's expression soured. He wasn't a fool; Han Jian'an was blatantly trying to win Zhao Dong over. At this thought, Han Jianping immediately smiled at Zhao Dong. "Xiao Dong, Chuxue is also interested in medicine and has always wanted to learn. Why don't you let her start following you now? She may not understand much yet, but she can help you out."

Zhao Dong blinked and cast a strange look at Han Chuxue. Taken aback, she frowned at her father. "Dad! You want me to be Zhao Dong's assistant? Impossible! He's not worthy!"

Han Jianping's face darkened. "Chuxue, if not as an assistant, then you should at least spend more time with Xiao Dong. He is so outstanding, and there is so much you can learn from him. You must learn with humility!"

"Dad, just eat your dinner! Stay out of it!"

Han Jianping looked utterly helpless; he really couldn't manage his grown-up daughter anymore. Zhao Dong just gave an awkward smile and focused on his food.

Aside from that minor incident, the meal was quite pleasant. After they finished, Zhao Dong said his goodbyes to the Han family and left. Han Chuxue, naturally, didn't see him off, but he was used to it by now. A woman with her temperament had to be won over gradually.

However, thinking about Han Chuxue's illness and the unsettling feng shui of the Han family home, Zhao Dong resolved to buy some cinnabar and yellow paper when he had time. He had to take care of this matter.

Just then, his phone rang. It was his mother, Zhang Cuimei. He answered, and her voice came through immediately. "Xiao Dong, you need to come home quickly! Wang Han is here. She said she has something to discuss with you."

"Wang Han?" Zhao Dong frowned. He hesitated for a moment but started for home.

A few moments later, he arrived at the small courtyard to find Wang Han and her family standing there.