Top Soldier Pursued by a Beauty

Song Qingwan was startled but then let out a sigh of relief. Across from her, Wang Ziyue ground her teeth and said coldly, "What are you, some pretty boy, meddling for? Is this your place to interfere? Get lost!"

Zhao Dong's gaze shot toward Wang Ziyue, his eyes turning glacial. Her face went pale, and her breath caught in her throat.

Zhao Dong's terrifying gaze was suffocating, as if a large hand had suddenly clamped around her throat.

His ominous voice rang out, "Watch your mouth and keep your hands to yourself. Otherwise, I won't mind crippling them."

Wang Ziyue's face turned even paler, and she began to tremble uncontrollably, her eyes filled with terror as she stared at Zhao Dong.

What kind of gaze was that? It was cold, bloodthirsty, somber, dark, hollow, pale…

Wang Ziyue swallowed hard and said with false bravado, "You… you dare threaten me?"

"So what if I do?" Zhao Dong replied indifferently.

Wang Ziyue clenched her jaw and retorted angrily, "Fine! Just you wait! Song Qingwan, so what if you have someone backing you up? Do you think you're the only one? I'm calling Director Wu right now. Just wait for your filming schedule to be canceled!"

Upon hearing this, Song Qingwan's face paled. Her schedule for this movie was very important to her. She had been under severe financial strain recently. Between car payments, her mortgage, and the contract termination fee she had paid to her agency, she had earned virtually no income this year. She had fought hard to secure her part in this film, and if it were canceled now, she would be completely ruined.

Across the table, Wang Ziyue had already gotten Wu Haibo on the phone, her voice becoming sickly sweet. "Darling, what are you up to? Oh… having dinner? Are you done? Good, then come over. I'm at the Vienna Hotel… someone is bullying me here!"

As she spoke, Wang Ziyue put on an aggrieved expression, her voice turning so cloyingly sweet it was nauseating.

The other young women at the table all frowned; most of them found Wang Ziyue repulsive. But she was notoriously promiscuous. She had slept with countless investors and directors, using her body to claw her way up in the entertainment industry. In doing so, she had built relationships with a number of influential figures.

Consequently, the other young women didn't dare to offend her. Although they sympathized with Song Qingwan, they were powerless to intervene.

Song Qingwan's hands trembled slightly, her complexion ashen, clearly engulfed in deep worry.

Zhao Dong gently patted her shoulder and said tenderly, "Qingwan, sit down. With me here, you don't have to be afraid of anything."

Song Qingwan nodded and sat back down.

Wang Ziyue scoffed, "Not afraid of anything? Who do you think you are? Some big shot? Just wait until my boyfriend gets here. He'll show you what it means to be a frog in a well!"

Zhao Dong simply shook his head with a cold sneer. Here in East Sea, there truly aren't many people with a higher status than I have. Never mind being the Han Family's backer and the hidden power behind the Zhang Family, I also know countless top-tier figures. Against ordinary actors like them, it's an utterly one-sided contest.

About ten minutes later, a Bentley pulled up and stopped outside.

Wang Ziyue spotted the car through the large glass wall. Deliberately drawing everyone's attention, she shot up from her seat and ran outside to embrace the man who was stepping out. As they hugged, she intentionally glanced back into the hotel, fawning over the man and pointing at the Bentley with a triumphant smile.

Many of the young women rolled their eyes in disgust.

Song Qingwan's expression changed as she saw the man outside. It was indeed Wu Haibo.

She let out a soft sigh. "It's over…"

Zhao Dong sensed that something was wrong and asked curiously, "Qingwan, who is that?"

Song Qingwan bit her lip, her face pale. "His name is Wu Haibo," she explained. "He's one of the titans of the East Sea entertainment industry and a famous director. His net worth is over five billion, and he owns two production companies. He's a true heavyweight in the business."

Zhao Dong chuckled. "Don't worry, he can't do anything to you."

"He can't harm me physically, but he can cancel my schedule, and I…"

"I'm telling you right now," Zhao Dong said with a smile, "he won't be canceling anything."

Zhao Dong was speaking the truth. Wu Haibo might be influential, but his power was confined to the entertainment industry. All Zhao Dong had to do was make a single call—to the Han Family, the Zhang Family, or even Wu Tingyu, whose father was the head of East Sea Bank. Any one of them could crush Wu Haibo.

So Zhao Dong naturally paid him no mind. Song Qingwan, however, was taken aback. She gave Zhao Dong a long look, assuming he was just trying to comfort her.

Just then, Wang Ziyue and Wu Haibo walked in.

Wang Ziyue clung to Wu Haibo's arm, pulling him directly over to a seat at the table. A proud smile spread across her face as she addressed the group, "I'm sure I don't need to introduce my darling, Director Wu Haibo!"

Wu Haibo was a man in his forties with short hair and a beard. Dressed in a suit, he had a rather refined air about him. He smiled at the others. "Hello, everyone. I'm Ziyue's boyfriend."

Wang Ziyue picked up a piece of abalone with her chopsticks and fed it to Wu Haibo, smiling sweetly as she asked, "Darling, I didn't interrupt anything, did I?"

"Not at all," Wu Haibo replied with a doting smile. "Oh, right. You said on the phone that someone was bullying you? What's going on?"

At his words, Wang Ziyue's expression immediately crumpled into one of profound grievance. She leaned against Wu Haibo's chest as tears instantly streamed down her cheeks. Feigning utter misery, she began to cry, "Darling, they were just bullying me! It's a good thing you got here when you did. Someone was even about to hit me!"