Top Soldier Pursued by a Beauty

Xiaoya's sobs finally made Wang Jing understand what had happened. She rose in a fury and confronted Teacher Zhang. "Teacher Zhang, you've heard what happened! Their children ganged up on Xiaoya first. She only pushed him because she had no other choice. How can you possibly blame her for this?"

At this, Teacher Zhang sneered, "Ms. Wang, I think you've misunderstood the situation."

"What do you mean, 'bullying'? Do you even have a definition for it?"

"The children were just telling the truth. Aren't you divorced? And aren't you a masseuse?"

"You...!" Wang Jing's face flushed crimson with rage, and tears welled in her eyes.

"Mommy... Xiaoya's scared... Xiaoya's scared..." Xiaoya clung desperately to Wang Jing's legs, terrified.

Wang Jing quickly swept Xiaoya into her arms to comfort her.

The other mother was relentless. "Hah! You should take a good look at yourself. How dare you send your daughter to such a prestigious school? Don't you see you don't belong here?" she sneered.

As she finished speaking, the other teachers in the office also broke into derisive laughter.

"I heard the school initially refused to accept her daughter. She had to kneel in front of the principal's office for three days straight before he couldn't take it anymore and reluctantly agreed."

"Hah, a failure yourself, yet you expect your daughter to become a phoenix? Children see everything their parents do!"

"Ms. Wang, just pay the compensation and get your child out of here. This isn't a place for any Tom, Dick, or Harry. Staying will only cause you more trouble."

"Shut up! Don't you insult my mommy! I won't let you!" Xiaoya wriggled free from Wang Jing's embrace and ran right up to the other mother, her furious eyes glaring daggers at the woman.

"Oh? So the little bitch has a temper?"

SLAP!

A sharp crack echoed through the room as Xiaoya was sent flying from the force of the blow. As the teachers watched a student get struck, they not only did nothing, but they even burst out laughing.

Wang Jing's mind went completely blank. When Xiaoya's wails finally pierced her stupor, raw fury consumed her.

"AHH! You dare hit my daughter! I'll kill you!" Wang Jing shrieked, lunging at the woman.

SLAP!

Another slap rang out as the other father struck Wang Jing hard across the face.

THUD!

Wang Jing's body flew backward. She spat out a mouthful of blood, a livid red handprint already materializing on her cheek. Her clothes were of poor quality to begin with, and the fall ripped a tear in them. This sight only made the onlookers laugh harder.

The woman stepped forward and spat on the ground. "You filthy whore! Who the hell do you think you are? You dare to raise a hand to me? You must have a death wish!" With that, she raised her foot, preparing to stomp down.

"Don't! Don't hit my mommy!"

At that critical moment, Xiaoya scrambled forward and threw herself over Wang Jing. The woman's kick landed squarely on Xiaoya's small body.

THUD.

Xiaoya was kicked aside. Her small, frail body rolled across the floor, and she curled into a ball from the searing pain, her face a mask of agony. Yet, ignoring her own injuries, she began to crawl desperately toward Wang Jing.

Wang Jing felt as if a thousand knives were twisting in her heart.

"Xiaoya... Xiaoya!"

She hastily pulled Xiaoya into her embrace. Seeing her daughter's bruised and swollen face, a profound sense of powerlessness washed over her. Clutching Xiaoya, she began to sob. "I'm so sorry, Xiaoya... It's all Mommy's fault. Mommy can't protect you... Mommy is useless! So useless!"

As Wang Jing cried, cradling Xiaoya with one arm, she repeatedly slapped her own face with the other.

A woman may be gentle by nature, but a mother is forged in steel. Wang Jing was a weak woman, but Xiaoya was her entire world. To watch her daughter be tormented like this while she could do nothing... the helplessness was a pain worse than death.

Wang Jing's actions made Xiaoya wail even more wretchedly. She quickly grabbed her mother's arm. "Mommy, stop hitting yourself... Xiaoya doesn't blame Mommy... They're the bad guys! They're bullying us! I don't want to go to school here anymore. Mommy, take me away... Let's go..."

"Trying to leave?" the woman sneered. "My son's injuries haven't been dealt with, and you two bitches think you can just walk away?"

"No money for compensation, is that it? Fine! If you can't pay, I'll let you feel the same pain my son did!" Saying this, she lifted her foot to kick again.

Xiaoya shot up and spread her small arms wide, desperately shielding Wang Jing with her body.

"No... don't hit my mommy!" she sobbed. "Hit me! If you have to hit someone, hit me! Don't hit my mommy!"

Xiaoya's cries were heart-rending. She was only a little girl; the terror of facing an adult was unimaginable. But behind her was the mother she loved more than anything. How could she stand by and watch her mother be beaten?

Xiaoya was a pitiful sight, but the woman showed no mercy. Her leg was raised high, about to strike. Wang Jing screamed, trying to push Xiaoya away, but at that moment the little girl demonstrated astonishing strength, planting herself firmly in front of her mother and refusing to budge an inch.

The scene drew a few sighs from the onlookers. They looked down on the mother and daughter for being poor and powerless, and especially because Wang Jing was a masseuse. Even knowing Xiaoya was innocent, they had sided with the boy's family. Now, seeing their miserable state, a flicker of pity stirred in their hearts. But that pity was not enough to make them speak up.

Piercing sobs, a mother's desperate screams... The tragedy of the powerless was on full display.

Just as the woman's foot began to descend, Wang Jing was already limp with exhaustion from her weeping. Xiaoya, however, did not retreat. Her eyes, though filled with terror, shone with a fierce resolve to protect her mother, even if it meant death.

BAM!

At that very instant, the office door was kicked open.

"COURTING DEATH!"

An earth-shattering roar erupted.

The next second, a blurry afterimage flashed past.

THUD!

With a loud crash, the woman's body was sent flying, a massive footprint clearly visible on her chest.

"You motherf—"

SMACK!

The father's furious curse was cut short by a vicious slap. The man spun a full three hundred and sixty degrees, a spray of shattered teeth and blood arcing through the air before he crumpled to the ground.

A deathly silence fell over the entire room.

Zhao Dong rushed to help Wang Jing and Xiaoya to their feet, his eyes filled with guilt. "I'm sorry... I'm late... I'm so sorry..."

To the mother and daughter, Zhao Dong's arrival was like a ray of light in an endless void, a lifeboat in a stormy sea. In that instant, light returned to their world.

Tears streamed down Wang Jing's face, her lips trembling too much to form a single word.

It was Xiaoya who reacted first. She ran into Zhao Dong's arms and began to sob uncontrollably. "Sob... Uncle Zhao Dong... Please protect Mommy! The bad people are bullying her! Xiaoya isn't afraid of pain, but Mommy is... Uncle, please protect my mommy..."

Zhao Dong's gaze was firm, radiating an overwhelming killing intent. "Don't cry, Xiaoya. Uncle is here now. No one will ever bully you or your mommy again."

After saying this, he gave Wang Jing a reassuring look and slowly rose to his feet.