Top Soldier Pursued by a Beauty

Before him was a bar. Why is Lin Qingyun at a bar again?

Although they were married in name, they had an agreement not to interfere in each other's private lives. Still, her constant visits to bars annoyed Zhao Dong.

With a flicker of anger, Zhao Dong walked into the bar and immediately spotted Lin Qingyun and Yang Sixue in a corner booth.

Lin Qingyun's head was down, and she was swaying unsteadily. She was clearly drunk. Beside her, a worried-looking Yang Sixue was holding her steady while constantly glancing toward the entrance.

When she saw Zhao Dong, Yang Sixue immediately waved him over. Swallowing his temper, Zhao Dong went to their table.

When he reached the booth, Zhao Dong's expression was grim. Yang Sixue sighed.

"Zhao Dong, you need to take care of Qingyun," she said. "I don't know what's gotten into her tonight. She said she was in a bad mood and wanted to drink, and now look at her—she's had way too much again."

Zhao Dong sat down, frowning at Lin Qingyun. "What happened? Are you in a bad mood?"

Lin Qingyun kept her head down, ignoring him.

A spark of anger ignited in Zhao Dong. "Hey, I came all this way to see you. Can't you stop giving me the cold shoulder? Aren't I your husband?"

At his words, Lin Qingyun snapped her head up. Zhao Dong was taken aback. Her eyes were red, a heart-wrenching sight.

"You…"

Before he could finish, Lin Qingyun's raw voice cut in, "Zhao Dong, let's get a divorce."

Zhao Dong felt his breath catch in his throat. It's like a massive stone is crushing my chest!

"What did you say?"

Lin Qingyun wiped the corners of her eyes and rasped, "I said… let's get a divorce."

"Why?"

"No reason… I've just realized that our marriage was an even bigger mistake. We… we really aren't a good match."

Zhao Dong laughed. "Lin Qingyun, are you insane? What do you take me for? Someone you can marry and divorce on a whim? I'm telling you, if you don't give me a good reason today, you can forget about getting a divorce for the rest of your life!"

"Zhao Dong, you bastard!" Lin Qingyun glared at him, fresh tears welling in her eyes.

Zhao Dong sneered. "So what if I'm a bastard? I'm still a man, and I have my dignity. You want a divorce? Fine! But you're going to explain yourself clearly first!"

"I have nothing to say! I just don't think we're a good match!"

"Then why were you so desperate for me to marry you in the first place? Damn it! After a divorce, I'll be a divorcé! How humiliating is that?"

"You… You think you're the only one who's humiliated?" Lin Qingyun burst into tears again, burying her face in her hands and trembling uncontrollably.

Yang Sixue quickly comforted Lin Qingyun, then admonished Zhao Dong, "Can't you calm down? Can't you cut her some slack? Didn't I tell you she was in a bad mood tonight?"

Zhao Dong scratched his head, the corner of his mouth twitching. He said nothing, simply lighting a cigarette and starting to smoke.

The atmosphere grew awkward. Even though the bar was bustling with noise and activity, Zhao Dong felt a chill creep into his heart.

Finally, after finishing his cigarette, Zhao Dong glanced at Lin Qingyun. He sighed to himself and said slowly, "A divorce is fine, but can you just tell me why? I don't want things to end so… ridiculously. So absurdly."

Lin Qingyun wiped her eyes, her beautiful face streaked with heart-wrenching tears. She lowered her head and said, "Zhao Dong… I've been so stressed and so helpless… You have no idea how much pressure I'm under, and you have no idea what I'm facing every day. Why… why couldn't you even come and see me?"

Zhao Dong was stunned. His expression shifted as he fell silent, the anger that had been simmering in his chest vanishing in an instant. Looking at this resentful, grief-stricken woman, his own heart ached slightly.

It's true… I haven't really spent any time with her, and we've barely been in contact recently. I'm on my own, so I don't have to care about rumors or gossip, but she's different. She has so much to carry, including the entire Lin Corporation… The pressure on her must be so much greater than I imagined.

Zhao Dong raked a hand through his hair and finally sighed, gently patting Lin Qingyun on the shoulder. "Qingyun, I'm sorry… I know I haven't been there for you lately. I apologize."

Lin Qingyun had only just managed to suppress her tears, but at his words, they started streaming down her face again.

Filled with guilt, Zhao Dong continued, "It's my fault… I'm truly sorry. We have a marriage certificate. Even if it's a contract marriage, we should still care for and help each other. Especially since I'm the one who..."

He sighed, picking up a tissue to gently dab the tears from the corners of her eyes. "Qingyun, tell me what's been bothering you, okay? I want to help."

Lin Qingyun kept wiping at her own tears, a truly pitiful sight.

Yang Sixue sighed softly. "Zhao Dong, Qingyun has been under immense pressure. Her company is facing a crisis. Some of their products had issues, and now they're facing exorbitant liquidated damages. The Lin Corporation's cash flow is stretched to the breaking point. She's been shouldering all of this alone. You really should pay more attention to her."

Zhao Dong's eyes widened. "Cash flow? Why didn't you say so sooner? I can help with that."

Lin Qingyun looked up at him, her eyes red. "Easy for you to say," she said hoarsely. "How could you possibly help?"

Zhao Dong grinned. "My dear wife, did you really think your husband was poor?"

Lin Qingyun flushed, a mix of embarrassment and anger in her voice. "Don't call me your wife!"

"Okay, okay, I won't," Zhao Dong said with a wry smile. "But I'm serious. If you need money, I can help."

Lin Qingyun gave Zhao Dong a complicated look. Does he have any idea how much money I actually need?

She sighed softly. "Zhao Dong, don't be naive. I don't need tens or hundreds of thousands. The sum I need is beyond anything you can imagine. You can't help me. I just wanted someone to comfort me when I felt this helpless."

Her voice was filled with a quiet despair.

Zhao Dong scratched his head, ashamed. "You're right, it's my fault… I promise I'll pay more attention to you from now on. Now, tell me, how much do you need? I'll help you."

Lin Qingyun simply looked at him without a word, clearly not believing he could do anything.

Yang Sixue chimed in, "Zhao Dong, you can't help her with this. Just be here for her. You can't help with the money."

Zhao Dong said patiently, "I said I can help, so I can help. Why won't either of you believe me?"

Just as Yang Sixue was about to speak, a figure approached their booth.

The newcomer was dressed in an expensive white suit and wore gold-rimmed glasses. His features were handsome and well-defined, and he carried himself with a tall, extraordinary air of charisma. With a faint smile on his lips, he swirled a glass of wine in his hand.

He walked over, his gaze fixed entirely on Lin Qingyun. When he spoke, his voice was gentle and cultured.

"My beautiful and kind lady, would you do me the honor of sharing a drink?"

Zhao Dong looked up with a slight frown. At the same time, Lin Qingyun also raised her head to look at the man.