Top Soldier Pursued by a Beauty

Zhao Dong sneered, "Let you go?

"Let you go, so you can go on committing crimes?

"Let you go, so you can continue to prey on the common people?"

With that, Zhao Dong stomped down. A sharp crack echoed from Brother Long's thigh as splintered white bone tore through the skin, gushing scarlet blood. It was a horrifying sight.

"AHHH!!!"

The blood-curdling scream pierced the air. Zhao Dong threatened, "Wang Jing is here today, so I won't kill anyone. I don't care what kind of dirt you have on her, but if I find out you dare to bully her again, I swear my foot will be on your head next time!"

After speaking, Zhao Dong pulled the utterly stunned Wang Jing to his side and vanished from the hotel entrance.

The surrounding crowd was instantly filled with awe and respect.

"A hero! He's a true hero!"

"Wang Jing is so lucky! To have a man that handsome and powerful protecting her... If I had a man like that, I would die happy!"

***

「The slums.」

Only when she was sitting on the sofa in her own home did Wang Jing's mind begin to clear.

"Zhao Dong… you saved me again. Thank you, thank you so much…"

Emotionally overwhelmed, Wang Jing threw herself into Zhao Dong's arms. Feeling his sturdy chest, all her grievances came flooding out.

"That Brother Long is just awful," she sobbed, "he…"

Wang Jing poured out her story, and a pang of heartache shot through Zhao Dong as he listened. This Brother Long was a complete bastard, yet Wang Jing had worked under him for an entire year. On one hand, she had to handle difficult customers, and on the other, she had to fend off that piece of trash.

One can only imagine how bitter her past year must have been!

Zhao Dong was lost in thought for a moment, but in the next, he suddenly felt something bite his lips. His mind snapped back to the present, and he saw that Wang Jing had taken the initiative to kiss him.

Wang Jing was being incredibly forward. After everything they had been through, Zhao Dong no longer had any resistance toward her. This time, no one was drunk; no one was tipsy. It was pure, unadulterated passion. As Wang Jing kissed him fervently, Zhao Dong's hesitation evaporated completely.

He pulled Wang Jing firmly into his embrace, his right hand immediately claiming one of her soft breasts. As he squeezed gently, a muffled moan escaped her lips, and her body went limp against his.

"Be… be gentle… it hurts…" Wang Jing's faint voice only served to stoke the fire in Zhao Dong's lower abdomen.

"This… It's hard to be gentle through the fabric…" he murmured.

"Then… then touch my skin…" Wang Jing whispered, her face burning red. She buried it in his chest, too shy to look at him.

With Wang Jing's consent, Zhao Dong didn't hesitate. He slipped his hand up from underneath her clothes. Being an experienced man, he deftly removed all obstacles in a few swift motions. Grasping onto him, Wang Jing felt all her strength leave her. She lay in his arms, her face a mask of pure bliss.

A moment later, Zhao Dong's own restraints came undone. He captured her once more. The fierce dragon roared and shot for the sky. Unable to hold back any longer, Zhao Dong swept Wang Jing into his arms and started toward the bed.

But just then, WANG JING'S PHONE RANG!

Instantly, matching looks of frustration appeared on both their faces. But when Wang Jing saw the caller ID, she jolted in shock, the flush draining from her cheeks in an instant.

"Hello, Teacher Zhang," Wang Jing answered, her tone respectful.

"What's so good about it?" the woman on the other end snapped impatiently. "Your daughter got into a fight with another student. You'd better get over to the school right now!"

"What? A fight with a classmate? Okay! I'm on my way!"

Shocked, Wang Jing hung up and hurriedly began to straighten her clothes.

"Zhao Dong, Xiaoya's in trouble at school! I have to get over there right away!"

"Then I'll go with you!"

Zhao Dong still remembered Xiaoya, that adorable little girl. The last time they'd parted, he had promised to visit her. Now that she was in trouble, how could he feel at ease letting a single mother like Wang Jing go to the school alone?

"Okay!" Wang Jing nodded, her eyes filled with gratitude, and then led Zhao Dong quickly downstairs.

Ten minutes later, their taxi stopped outside a very high-end-looking kindergarten. Seeing it, Zhao Dong's respect for Wang Jing deepened. She had always been this way, giving the best to those she loved while keeping the worst for herself. Even though she was destitute and working as a masseuse, she still insisted on sending Xiaoya to the best kindergarten. This was Wang Jing, a girl so pitiful it broke one's heart.

After they got out of the car, Wang Jing turned to Zhao Dong. "Zhao Dong, you don't know the teachers. Could you wait here for me?"

"Can you handle it by yourself?" Zhao Dong asked, concerned.

Wang Jing gave a bitter smile. "I've gotten used to it after all these years."

Hearing this, Zhao Dong couldn't press the issue. He slowly nodded in agreement.

Wang Jing had no time to say more. She shot him a grateful glance and then hurried into the kindergarten.

「In the office.」

Xiaoya stood alone in a corner, her face streaked with tears. Nearby, a boy, holding a broken tooth in his palm and pressing an ice pack to his face, was crying nonstop. Behind him stood a richly dressed man and woman, who were glaring at Xiaoya and cursing at her relentlessly. They looked as if they were about to get violent, and if the female teacher hadn't been holding them back, afraid of making things worse, the situation would have already escalated.

BANG!

The door was thrown open. Wang Jing rushed in, only letting out a breath of relief when she saw that Xiaoya was unharmed.

"Teacher Zhang, what happened?"

Pointing at the little boy, Teacher Zhang said angrily, "Can't you see for yourself what happened?"

Wang Jing quickly looked over. When she saw the boy holding a broken tooth, her mind went blank.

Impossible! Xiaoya had a gentle nature. How could she have possibly knocked out a classmate's tooth?

"Xiaoya! What exactly happened?" Wang Jing rushed over to her daughter and demanded angrily. The question, however, only made Xiaoya burst into tears. She stood there trembling, refusing to speak.

"You little bitch! Cat got your tongue now?" the boy's mother snarled. "Where's all that energy you had when you pushed my son down the stairs? Huh? Let's see it now!"

The man sneered, "You're this girl's mother, right? Teacher Zhang told me you're a masseuse. Heh, I see. A bitch gives birth to a bitch. How is a little slut like yours qualified to attend a prestigious school like this? Your daughter pushed my son, making him fall and lose a tooth. If you don't give us a proper explanation today, don't even think about leaving!"

"It wasn't like that! I didn't push him on purpose!"

Suddenly, Xiaoya's tearful shout broke through the tension. She ran to her mother and hugged her legs, her face etched with grief.

"It was them! They said Xiaoya is a bastard with no dad! They said Mama is a masseuse who serves strange men! They even gave me a nickname, calling me the little bitch raised by the old bitch!

"Today, a bunch of them surrounded me and wouldn't let me leave. I got so angry that I pushed him. I really didn't mean to…"