Top Soldier Pursued by a Beauty

Zhao Dong suddenly had a bad feeling. He desperately hoped Song Qingwan wouldn't think he was responsible for this. Just as he was about to explain, he noticed something was off about her.

That look in her eyes...

Zhao Dong asked tentatively, "Are... are you alright?"

Song Qingwan bit her lip, not saying a word, her dazed eyes fixed on Zhao Dong.

His heart sank. Could something have happened to her?

After a moment's hesitation, Zhao Dong cautiously stepped forward and placed his hand on Song Qingwan's forehead. It's hot...

Just as he was about to pull his hand back, he glanced down and nearly got a nosebleed on the spot.

Perhaps because her whole body was burning up, Song Qingwan had kicked off the blankets entirely, revealing a magnificent view right before his eyes. Zhao Dong's breathing hitched as a restless heat surged through him.

His vision blurred as Song Qingwan suddenly grabbed his hand. He lost his footing, and her pull sent him tumbling onto the bed. In a swift motion, she climbed on top of him, wrapping her arms tightly around him.

Song Qingwan's body felt like a ball of fire. Zhao Dong began to panic. "Hey, Superstar Song! What are you doing?"

She didn't give him a chance to speak, pressing her red lips directly against his and holding him in a tight embrace.

Zhao Dong's mind went blank as a fire ignited in his heart. Song Qingwan was gorgeous enough to topple kingdoms. With her acting like this, who could possibly resist?

Opening his eyes, Zhao Dong quickly realized something was wrong. Song Qingwan's gaze was completely entranced. It dawned on him in an instant: she had been drugged. She couldn't control herself at all!

No, I can't take advantage of her like this!

Zhao Dong fought to calm himself, but Song Qingwan's kisses were already trailing down his neck. He felt a jolt of electricity shoot through him, his entire body tingling. This beautiful, alluring woman before him was so tempting he could barely stop himself from taking her then and there. Even more critically... her beautiful, trembling peaks were right in front of his face.

Zhao Dong felt like he was going insane. Hot blood surged through him, and he was on the verge of losing control. A cool sensation touched his neck as Song Qingwan's delicate lips kissed the spot, nearly sending him into a frenzy.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Dong first circulated his Spiritual Energy to calm himself. The next moment, he placed his hands on Song Qingwan and Yang Sixue, channeling streams of Spiritual Energy into their bodies.

Within moments, the scorching heat of their bodies began to cool. The deep flush on their cheeks gradually faded back to normal.

Soon, the two women slowly opened their eyes. The first thing they saw was Zhao Dong. The second thing they saw were his hands on their bodies. The third thing they registered was their location: a hotel suite.

"AHHH!" they shrieked in unison, shoving him away.

With a THUD, Zhao Dong was pushed off the bed and onto the floor.

Song Qingwan looked at Zhao Dong, then glanced down at herself and shrieked again. Like a frightened fawn, she dove under the covers. Looking at Zhao Dong with a mixture of shock and fury, she demanded, "Who are you? Why are you here? Why am I in a hotel room?!"

Zhao Dong explained helplessly, "You two drank too much earlier and were about to be taken advantage of. You're lucky it was me who found you. Otherwise, you wouldn't have gotten out of this unscathed."

A throbbing pain shot through Song Qingwan's head as she remembered how Li Tong'an had been on the verge of assaulting her. In an instant, she understood. She stared at Zhao Dong, her expression incredibly complex.

At her side, Yang Sixue also realized what had happened. Seeing Zhao Dong on the floor, she quickly rushed over to help him up. "Zhao Dong, are you okay?" she asked nervously. "I'm sorry, I just... I was too agitated."

Realizing she had misunderstood him, Song Qingwan also moved to help him up. As she got out of bed, she saw Zhao Dong staring at her and paused in confusion. The next second, she looked down at herself, shrieked, and immediately dove back under the covers.

Song Qingwan was so embarrassed she wanted to cry. She... she wasn't wearing a thing! And Zhao Dong had seen her completely, more than once.

Zhao Dong got up, coughed, and gave a dry chuckle. "Ahem... I didn't see anything. I didn't see a thing."

Yang Sixue let out a small giggle. Looking at Song Qingwan, she smiled and said, "Song Qingwan, Zhao Dong is actually a good person. Don't mind his lecherous side; he's really a great guy."

Zhao Dong's face darkened. "What do you mean, 'lecherous side'? How am I a lecher?"

Yang Sixue covered her mouth to hide a chuckle. "You know exactly how you're a lecher. Anyway, weren't we just drinking in the banquet hall? How did we get here?"

Zhao Dong looked at the naive Yang Sixue in exasperation. "You're far too trusting. You'll drink anything they pour for you without a second glance."

"Huh? Was there something wrong with the wine?"

"More than just something wrong," Zhao Dong said. "It was drugged."

The color drained from both Yang Sixue and Song Qingwan's faces. Yang Sixue trembled as she asked, "We... we were drugged?"

Zhao Dong nodded, his voice turning cold. "That Qiu Jie and those directors are beasts. If I'd arrived a moment later, what would have happened to Song Qingwan tonight is..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but both women understood his meaning.

Song Qingwan looked at Zhao Dong, biting her lip hard. After a long moment, she said in a low voice, "Zhao Dong, thank you."

Zhao Dong shook his head. "Don't mention it. The reception should be about over by now. Are you two heading home, or...?"

Yang Sixue rubbed her head and pouted, "Zhao Dong, I want you to take me home."

Zhao Dong smiled helplessly and turned to Song Qingwan. "And you, Superstar Song?"

Song Qingwan gritted her teeth, a look of embarrassment crossing her face. Zhao Dong smacked his forehead as he realized—she didn't have any clothes.

At that thought, Zhao Dong stepped outside the room, where two attendants arranged by Han Dayou were waiting. He asked them to fetch a set of women's clothing. An outfit was delivered shortly after. Zhao Dong took it back into the room and handed it to Song Qingwan on the bed. "You'll have to make do with this for now."

"Thank you," Song Qingwan said, her face flushing with gratitude.

Zhao Dong turned his back, and she quickly put on the clothes and got out of bed.

He glanced at her and scratched his head. "Superstar Song, how are you getting home?"

A trace of anxiety appeared on Song Qingwan's face. The memory of being drugged, combined with the fact that it was now ten o'clock at night, made her suddenly feel afraid.

Yang Sixue chimed in, "Zhao Dong, why don't you let her come with us? You can drop her off too. It's dangerous for her to go alone this late at night."

Zhao Dong glanced at Song Qingwan. Seeing no objection, he nodded. "Alright, I'll take you both home."

As Zhao Dong said this and walked out the door, Song Qingwan and Yang Sixue exchanged a glance. Yang Sixue offered a friendly smile. Song Qingwan, who was normally extremely cold and aloof, actually returned a faint smile.

The two followed Zhao Dong out of the room and into the hotel lobby. Just then, Zhao Dong's eyes narrowed as a thought occurred to him. He turned to the two women and said, "Go on ahead to the car. Wait for me, I'll be ten minutes."

Yang Sixue was taken aback for a moment but didn't ask any questions. She just nodded. "Alright. You know where my car is. We'll head over."

Once they had left, Zhao Dong entered the luxurious office adjacent to the lobby.

Inside, Han Dayou stood respectfully. Next to him stood another person—it was Chen Sheng. His face was bruised and swollen, his expression full of grievance. When he saw Zhao Dong enter, he trembled. "M-Mr. Zhao..."

Zhao Dong glanced coldly at Chen Sheng and sat down in the executive chair without a word. He looked indifferently at the director. "Do you realize your mistake?"

Chen Sheng immediately wailed wretchedly, "Mr. Zhao, I know I was wrong! I deserve to die, but... it was all that bastard Qiu Jie! He's the one who drugged Song Qingwan and Yang Sixue! That son of a bitch caused all this trouble!"

Zhao Dong asked coldly, "Where is Qiu Jie?"

"He was beaten unconscious and sent to the hospital," Chen Sheng said bitterly.

Zhao Dong looked at Chen Sheng. "Let this be a lesson to you. I know you people in the entertainment industry play dirty, but don't you ever get any funny ideas about the people around me. Or else..."

Zhao Dong picked up a water glass and squeezed it gently. The glass instantly shattered into powder.

"...that will be your fate."

With that, Zhao Dong turned and left the office. Chen Sheng's body went limp, and he collapsed to the floor, weak-kneed.

Han Dayou said coldly, "Director Chen, I know you're a big shot in the entertainment industry, but let me tell you, this Mr. Zhao is someone who even the head of our Han Family deeply respects. You understand what that means, don't you?"

Chen Sheng shuddered. "I... I understand. I would rather die than ever oppose Mr. Zhao. From now on, Mr. Zhao is my own blood brother!"

"Get lost!"

Han Dayou had originally intended to show Director Chen some courtesy, but since he had offended Zhao Dong, apologies were off the table. Chen Sheng was less than nothing to him. Although Chen Sheng was a nationally renowned director, the Han Family was one of the four great families of East Sea, China's economic hub. Why would they ever fear someone like him?

Meanwhile, Zhao Dong had arrived at Yang Sixue's car, ready to take the two women home. However, when he glanced inside, he froze. He rubbed his eyes, unable to believe what he was seeing.