Top Soldier Pursued by a Beauty

Zhao Dong was taken aback. He sized up the man before glancing at Song Qingwan, his brows furrowing slightly. The relationship between the two seemed rather unusual.

At that moment, Song Qingwan looked at the man before her, gently biting her lip. Her eyes filled with a complex, inexpressible emotion—a mix of sorrow, indignation, and even a hint of grievance. As her gaze fell upon the woman beside the man, the turbulent feelings in her eyes slowly receded, replaced by an extreme, icy indifference.

Finally, she looked at the man and spoke coolly, "It's quite a coincidence, but I find this kind of coincidence rather unpleasant."

At these words, the man's face visibly stiffened. The woman holding his arm asked, "Xingze, who is she?"

The man glanced at Song Qingwan, paused for a moment, then said, "Yana, this is the ex-girlfriend I told you about."

The woman, Shen Yana, looked toward Song Qingwan and raised an eyebrow. Then, with a faint smile, she said, "So it's you. I was wondering who it could be. I've heard of you. You're that celebrity, aren't you? My name is Shen Yana, Xingze's current girlfriend. It's a pleasure."

The woman actually extended her hand, a smirk playing on her lips.

Song Qingwan merely looked at her, saying nothing and making no move to take the offered hand. After staring at her for three seconds, she completely ignored the woman and turned to the sales clerk. "Please wrap this dress for me. I'll take it."

The clerk, clearly sensing the tense atmosphere, quickly took the dress and fled the volatile situation.

Shen Yana smiled at Song Qingwan. "Miss Song, are you feeling guilty or something? You can't even shake my hand?"

Song Qingwan's body trembled slightly. She turned her head to look at Shen Yana and Zhang Xingze, saying in a low voice, "No. I just feel we move in different circles. There's no need for us to interact."

Shen Yana gave a faint smile. "Is that so? I'm not so sure about that. My uncle is Feng Gang. Have you heard of him?"

Song Qingwan's expression changed. "Feng Gang? Director Feng Gang is your uncle?"

"Yes," Shen Yana said with another slight smile. "Now, may I have a handshake with Miss Song Qingwan?"

Song Qingwan's face instantly turned pale and helpless. Feng Gang was a major director in the industry, an incredibly influential figure, and Beijing was practically his kingdom. In China's entertainment and film circles, Feng Gang's status was at the very top, far higher than someone like Chen Sheng. In that case, this Shen Yana... was someone she absolutely could not afford to offend.

Gritting her teeth, Song Qingwan finally extended her hand, preparing to shake Shen Yana's. However, just as she did, Shen Yana suddenly snatched her hand back, folded her arms, and smiled faintly. "Miss Song, I'm quite picky, you know. Some people simply aren't qualified to shake my hand."

Song Qingwan's expression shifted, a trace of humiliated anger flashing across her face. She glanced at Shen Yana and took a deep breath to calm herself, then said coldly, "Since that's the case, Miss Shen, you don't need to say anything more to me. Go look at your clothes."

Shen Yana covered her mouth as she laughed. "You don't have the right to give me orders. Honestly, Xingze is a wonderful man. I have you to thank for giving him to me. You, after all, are nothing more than a performer. You're not worthy of Xingze."

From the side, Zhang Xingze muttered, "Yana, that's enough. Don't say any more."

The moment he spoke, Shen Yana's expression turned frigid. She slapped Zhang Xingze hard across the face. "Feeling bold now, are you, Zhang Xingze?" she snapped. "What, you feel sorry for your ex-girlfriend? Let me tell you something, you'd better remember your place. Your clothes, your money, your car, your house, your career—which of these did I not give you? Now shut your mouth!"

Zhang Xingze stared with wide eyes, his face flushing crimson, but he didn't dare utter a single word.

Song Qingwan narrowed her eyes, a cold smile touching her lips as she looked at him. "So, you got together with this Shen Yana while you were abroad, is that it? You're truly shameless. But... I'm lucky you showed me your true colors. Otherwise, I would have fallen into the abyss myself. Zhang Xingze, you really are a spineless coward."

Stung by her words, Zhang Xingze's face contorted with anger. "What the hell are you talking about? Song Qingwan, don't push your luck! Do you think being a celebrity now gives you some kind of backing? Let me tell you, others might not know your background, but I do. What are you, really? Have you forgotten how pathetic you were back in school?"

Song Qingwan sighed softly, not wanting to engage with him, and turned slightly away.

Infuriated and humiliated, Zhang Xingze sneered, "Fine, I'll tell you then! It's true, I fell for Yana! Because compared to her, you're nothing! You could never dream of matching Yana's family background. You were just a poor girl back then. Did you really think I loved you? Pfft! Worthless actress!"

Song Qingwan stared at him, stunned. The next second, her eyes reddened, but she remained silent, allowing tears to well up.

Watching from the side, Zhao Dong couldn't take it anymore. Frowning, he walked over to Zhang Xingze, clapped a hand on his shoulder, and said with a smile, "Buddy, no need to be so cruel."

Startled, Zhang Xingze immediately lashed out. "Get lost! Who the hell are you? Who said you could touch me?"

"I'm—"

Before Zhao Dong could finish, Song Qingwan suddenly threw her arms around him. Facing Zhang Xingze, she said indifferently, "He's my man. And he's a much better man than you."

Zhang Xingze froze as if struck by lightning. "Song Qingwan, you... you're in a relationship? After we broke up, didn't you say you'd never date again?"

"What does that have to do with you?" Song Qingwan retorted coldly. "You're the one who betrayed our relationship. What right do you have to even ask me that?"

Zhang Xingze began to tremble violently, his eyes fixed on Zhao Dong and Song Qingwan. A moment later, he let out a hysterical laugh. "What a bitch. Have you two slept together?"

Song Qingwan's brows furrowed sharply, then relaxed. She looked at him and said calmly, "Yes, we have. He satisfies me completely and has shown me what it truly means to be a woman. I'm thankful I didn't fall for your deception back then. Looking back, I'm lucky we broke up and that I didn't listen to your poisonous words and give myself to you. You aren't worthy."

Staring blankly at Song Qingwan, Zhang Xingze's face went from ashen to purple. Finally, he roared, "Song Qingwan, you fucking bitch! You scheming, cheap woman! You two despicable dogs will meet a miserable end!"

Zhao Dong's expression darkened instantly, a chill flickering in his eyes. "Watch that filthy mouth of yours. Don't make me slap you."

Zhang Xingze spat back, "Fuck you! Who the hell do you think you are? Why don't you take a piss and look at your own reflection? You dare hit me? Go on, I fucking dare you!"

Zhao Dong shrugged and glanced at Song Qingwan. "My apologies, Miss Superstar Song. Even though this guy is your ex, I really can't take this anymore."

The instant he finished speaking, Zhao Dong's figure flashed. In a blink, he was in front of Zhang Xingze, his hand swinging toward the man's face.