Top Soldier Pursued by a Beauty

She had known Director Zhang for two or three years, and they had grown closer through their business dealings. Tian Fangmei hadn't become a vice president at the bank through connections alone; she also needed to produce results. However, since she didn't know any major clients, this was the only method she could rely on. Although she felt somewhat guilty toward her family and Ding Xingteng, she had no choice. After all, she was in the service industry, and sometimes that meant selling a part of herself.

In over a year as vice president, she'd had relationships with several men, all of which were kept completely secret. Thanks to the large deposits from these bosses, her performance was impressive enough to solidify her position. There was another reason, too—at home, her husband, Ding Xingteng, was… simply not up to the task. This was a source of considerable distress for Tian Fangmei.

His foul temper now dissipated, Director Zhang finished tidying himself up. He looked at Tian Fangmei with a broad smile and said, "Vice President Tian, I'll come to make the deposit next week. Rest assured, I won't go back on my promise."

"That's wonderful! I'll be waiting for you," Tian Fangmei replied with a beaming smile.

Director Zhang chuckled in agreement, but his expression suddenly darkened. "Vice President Tian, who was that little bastard outside just now? Do you know him?"

Tian Fangmei hesitated for a moment before answering, "He's an old friend of my daughter's."

Director Zhang seemed to have guessed something but didn't press the matter. Soon, they were both presentable and left the office together.

Tian Fangmei was filled with rage toward Zhao Dong. Having fixed her clothes, she came outside, looked at Zhao Dong, and then glanced at Shen Zhuxin behind him before sneering, "Zhao Dong, still putting on an act? Let me make it clear to you today: no one is going to help you! You're wasting your time staying here!"

Zhao Dong gave her an indifferent look. "I hope you can maintain that tough attitude in a little while."

Tian Fangmei's face stiffened, and she retorted with a bitter laugh, "Fine! I'd like to see what you're capable of! You think you're so special just because you know a few people? You're doomed to be a bottom-feeder for life!"

The words had barely left her mouth when a man came rushing down from the bank's second floor. It was the bank president, Cao Chenghua.

Cao Chenghua had just received a phone call from Wu Tingyu's father that had scared him half to death. Over the phone, he had been viciously scolded. The gist of it was that a distinguished guest named Zhao Dong had come to the bank today, only for an incident of this nature to occur at his branch. He was warned that if he didn't handle the matter properly today, he could pack his things and leave.

This terrified Cao Chenghua, and he rushed to the lobby without delay.

Just as he arrived, Tian Fangmei spotted him. She immediately put on a sycophantic smile and hurried over. "President Cao, what brings you to the lobby today?"

"Was there an incident in the lobby?" Cao Chenghua asked frantically as he walked.

Tian Fangmei was startled, her expression subtly changing. Has Zhao Dong's issue already reached President Cao? I'm screwed! If I don't handle this properly, I'll be dragged down, too!

With this in mind, she quickly said, "Yes, President Cao. It's… someone got into an argument with one of our bank's major clients. I already told security to escort the man out, but he refuses to leave!"

"Take me to him!"

Upon hearing this, Tian Fangmei hastily led Cao Chenghua over to Zhao Dong. Cao Chenghua looked at Zhao Dong with suspicion as Tian Fangmei added, "President, that's him! He's the one who caused trouble with our bank's major client!"

Cao Chenghua didn't recognize Zhao Dong, and seeing how young he was, he instinctively assumed Zhao Dong was the troublemaker and that this Director Zhang was the "distinguished guest" he'd been warned about.

Looking at Zhao Dong, Cao Chenghua roared, "You little rascal, you must have a death wish! Do you know where you are?"

Zhao Dong frowned at him. "Are you talking to me?"

"Still playing dumb, you little bastard?" Cao Chenghua laughed humorlessly. "Do you have any idea who you've offended today? He's a guest so valued that even the head of the main branch treats him with the utmost care. You dare to offend him? You're courting death!"

Beside them, Tian Fangmei added furiously, "Zhao Dong, do you realize what a mess you've made? Apologize to Director Zhang right now!"

Seeing that the bank president himself had come to back him up, Director Zhang's confidence swelled. He pointed a finger at Zhao Dong's nose and shouted, "Get on your knees and apologize to me, you little punk! Are your damn eyes blind, daring to mess with me?"

Seeing Zhao Dong being berated, Shen Zhuxin, though a little afraid of Director Zhang and President Cao, still spoke up. "Why is your language so filthy? Besides, weren't you the one who cut in line?"

"And who are you? It's not your place to speak—" Tian Fangmei began to scold.

Before she could finish, Cao Chenghua bellowed, "Tian Fangmei, shut the hell up!"

Stunned, Tian Fangmei looked at him in confusion. "President Cao, I…"

At that moment, Cao Chenghua's eyes blazed with fury. He slapped Tian Fangmei across the face and roared, "Are you fucking blind? You almost dragged me into the pit with you!"

Tian Fangmei clutched her cheek, which now bore a stinging red palm print. "President, what do you mean?" she asked, her face a mask of pain and grievance.

Pointing at Zhao Dong, Cao Chenghua seethed, "This is Zhao Dong! Mr. Zhao! You dared to let someone cut in front of Mr. Zhao? And then you demanded he apologize? Who do you think you are? Open your damn eyes and look!"

Tian Fangmei's jaw dropped, and she stared blankly at Zhao Dong. "Zhao… Mr. Zhao?"

Zhao Dong glanced at her. "Do you have a problem with that?" he asked coolly.

Tian Fangmei stared at Zhao Dong in disbelief. Her legs gave way, and she collapsed to the floor with a thud. How… How could Zhao Dong make President Cao call him Mr. Zhao?

Director Zhang was also dumbfounded, his face turning pale as he stared at Zhao Dong. He knew full well the kind of power a bank president like Cao Chenghua wielded; he couldn't afford to offend him in the slightest. But if Zhao Dong could command such respect from President Cao, then what was his background?

At this thought, Director Zhang's legs went weak. He immediately bent into a deep bow toward Zhao Dong. "Mr... Mr. Zhao! I was wrong! I shouldn't have cut in line! I'm… I'm so sorry! I was wrong!"

Beside him, Cao Chenghua kicked Director Zhang squarely in the stomach. Waving at the security guards, he pointed at the man and ordered, "Beat him!"

The two guards immediately descended upon Director Zhang with their batons. Soon, he was bruised and battered before being thrown out of the bank.

Only then did Cao Chenghua turn back to Zhao Dong, trembling. "Mr… Mr. Zhao, please don't be angry. I… I didn't know you had arrived. Otherwise, I would never have allowed you to be wronged like this."

"President Cao, this has nothing to do with you," Zhao Dong said calmly. "The question is what to do about Tian Fangmei."

Cao Chenghua glanced at Tian Fangmei and said through gritted teeth, "Tian Fangmei, you're no longer a vice president. From now on, you'll start over as a teller!"

If she were an ordinary employee, Cao Chenghua would have fired her on the spot. But she had been introduced by Zhang Shaowen of the Zhang Family, so he had to show some face. Demoting her to a teller was a fitting compromise.

Tian Fangmei clutched her face and shrieked, "President Cao, how can I start over as a teller? I won't do it!"

President Cao's expression turned frigid. Tian Fangmei shuddered, realizing he was truly furious. Swallowing her grievance, she didn't dare say another word.

Zhao Dong glanced at her and said indifferently, "Auntie Tian, it's better to be down-to-earth. Stop fawning over the rich and despising the poor, bullying the weak and fearing the strong. It's truly contemptible."

Heat flooded Tian Fangmei's face. She bit her lip so hard it hurt, unable to utter a single word in response.

Zhao Dong then turned to Cao Chenghua. "Open an account for my friend. Also, transfer one million from my card to hers."

Cao Chenghua practically snatched the card, trembling slightly, and went to open the account himself.

Shen Zhuxin was utterly stunned. She stared blankly at Zhao Dong. One million? Zhao Dong is going to give me one million?

Tian Fangmei, who was standing nearby, was equally shocked. She couldn't believe her ears. "Zhao Dong, you… you can transfer one million?"

"Does that have anything to do with you?" Zhao Dong replied dismissively.

Tian Fangmei's face turned beet red in an instant, an expression of sheer disbelief spreading across it. When did Zhao Dong get so rich? That girl… she looks about his age. Is she his new girlfriend? He's giving her one million, just like that? He's wealthier than Zhang Shaowen!

Soon, the account was opened. Zhao Dong entered his password and personally transferred one million yuan to Shen Zhuxin. Taking her hand, he gave Tian Fangmei one last look before turning to leave, unwilling to waste another word on her.

Tian Fangmei was completely bewildered. She simply couldn't believe it. What kind of person had Zhao Dong become? He could casually transfer a million yuan and get her demoted to a teller with just a few words. In that moment, a wave of profound regret washed over her for forcing Ding Lan to break up with him. It seemed now that she had been terribly wrong.

No, I have to ask Lan when I get home. I'll have her find out what Zhao Dong's background is now! Tian Fangmei bit her lip, her eyes flashing with a storm of complex emotions.

Meanwhile, Zhao Dong took Shen Zhuxin to buy a considerable amount of furniture, finally making her house feel like a home again. Shen Weiping watched them, his face etched with guilt and shame, as he smoked silently by himself in the room.

Finally, he glanced at Zhao Dong and Shen Zhuxin, scratched his head, and said, "Zhuxin, you… you should have your friend stay. Dad's going to go buy some groceries. We'll have him stay for lunch."

After saying this, Shen Weiping left, giving the two of them some space.

Inside the room, Shen Zhuxin and Zhao Dong sat together. Shen Zhuxin looked at him, her eyes rimmed with red. She suddenly bit her lip and said, "Brother Zhao Dong, let me show you my room."

Zhao Dong didn't think much of it, assuming she was just trying to break the awkward silence, so he nodded.

They entered the adjacent room, which had a simple, cozy decor and a faint, fresh fragrance. Suddenly, Shen Zhuxin closed the door, drew the curtains, and looked at Zhao Dong with a soul-stirring gaze.

Zhao Dong was taken aback. "Zhuxin, what are you doing?"

Before he could finish, Shen Zhuxin gently undid the buttons on her blouse, revealing the fair, ample curve of her chest. Her eyes shimmering with tears, she looked at him.

Zhao Dong's mind went blank. "Zhuxin, you…"

"Brother Zhao Dong, I have no way to repay the kindness you've shown me and my family," she said, her voice trembling. "I can only offer you my body."

Without waiting for him to refuse, Shen Zhuxin pressed her red lips against his.