Top Soldier Pursued by a Beauty

This scene left everyone dumbfounded.

Xiang Chengfeng's mind reeled. He immediately shot to his feet and rushed at Zhao Dong. "You brat, how dare you hit Miss Mo! You're asking to die!"

"You're the one asking to die!" Zhao Dong's murderous intent surged. He spun around and kicked, sending the charging Xiang Chengfeng flying.

He had only been in the restroom for a moment, and Su Yurou had been bullied right under his nose. Wasn't this a slap in his face? Moreover, the most recent clash between Su Yurou and Mo Qian had been because of him. Seeing Mo Qian hit Su Yurou, Zhao Dong naturally flew into a rage.

A deadly silence fell over the bar.

Zhao Dong strode forward, grabbed Xiang Chengfeng by the hair, and threw him down next to Mo Qian. He towered over them, his tiger-like eyes blazing like a bloodthirsty god of slaughter.

"What... what are you doing? I'm warning you—"

WHACK!

"Ahhh!"

Xiang Chengfeng had barely opened his mouth before Zhao Dong unleashed another vicious kick. Without giving him another chance to speak, Zhao Dong rained a merciless torrent of blows upon him. He didn't stop until Xiang Chengfeng was beaten to within an inch of his life.

He then looked up at Mo Qian, who had long since turned deathly pale from fright.

"You have something to say, too?"

"N-no... nothing... nothing at all..." Mo Qian was scared out of her wits. How could she possibly dare to talk back now?

"Take him and get lost! If you ever dare to show your faces in front of me again, I'll take your lives!"

Zhao Dong's words were like an imperial decree. Mo Qian didn't dare hesitate for a second. Facing such an irrational god of slaughter, her only desire was to escape with her life. She frantically dragged Xiang Chengfeng out of the bar. Only when she was certain they were safe did a towering rage finally erupt in her eyes.

"Zhao Dong! I, Mo Qian, swear I will kill you, or I'm not fit to be human!"

Her roar tore through the night sky, but it only sounded pathetic.

Inside the bar, Zhao Dong had just turned around when Jiang Qian threw herself into his arms.

"Zhao Dong... it's so good to have you..."

「At the park's artificial lake.」

The dim lights cast a romantic glow. The water's surface rippled as the cicadas chirped their incessant song. Su Yurou sat by the edge, her fair, jade-like feet kicking up gentle splashes in the lake. Zhao Dong leaned against a nearby tree, his gaze fixed on her mournful expression.

"You seem to have a lot on your mind today," Zhao Dong said slowly, taking a deep breath. "Why don't you talk about it? You might feel better if you get it off your chest."

Su Yurou turned to look at him. After a moment of silence, she sighed and looked back at the lake. "Everyone envies the children of prominent families, but who understands our pain? I'm twenty-six now. For an ordinary family, that's not old at all. But for a prominent family, being my age and unmarried is considered a big deal.

"My parents started nagging me to get married years ago, forcing me to go on blind dates. They're the ones who forced me to attend this matchmaking ball today..."

"So you don't want to get married?" Zhao Dong asked.

"That's not it!" Su Yurou answered decisively. "I... I just don't want to marry someone I don't love."

Someone she didn't love?

The air fell silent.

After a long while, Zhao Dong sat down beside Su Yurou, opened a bottle of beer, and handed it to her. He took a sip of his own and sighed. "It's sad not to have someone you love, but loving too many people can also be quite troublesome."

"To be honest," he said with a bitter, embarrassed smile, "I came to Provincial City not only accompanying a woman, but also looking for one. Here, I've met two other unforgettable women, and I even... became intimate with one of them..."

He thought such a confession would surely shock and disgust her.

But Su Yurou simply said, "I know you have many women."

"What? You know?" Zhao Dong was stunned.

Su Yurou smiled. "Miss Lin from the plane that day is one of your women, right?"

"Yes..."

"But things with that Miss Ding are complicated too, aren't they?"

"Uh... yes..."

"And then there's Miss Xu. When you heard she was in danger, you were so frantic you were willing to risk your own life. She must be very important to you, too."

"Right..."

"Hee hee..." Su Yurou giggled and wrapped an arm around Zhao Dong's shoulders. "Traditional social conventions exist to restrain the weak. How could a man as strong as you be bound by worldly rules? In prominent families, it's actually quite normal for a man to have multiple wives and concubines. It's a practice with ancient origins. As children of these families, we're much more accepting of this idea. So, don't think I'll see you as a bad person just because you have a lot of women. I would never think that."

Was he overthinking things again? Zhao Dong could only manage a wry smile.

Just then, Su Yurou suddenly leaned into his embrace.

"Zhao Dong, do you know? Ever since you saved me on that plane, my heart has been completely filled with you. I thought we would never see each other again, but who would have thought that fate would bring us together again that very same day?

"You didn't just save me again; you saved my father and the entire Su Family. You may be just one man, but everything you've shown proves you're far more capable than any young master from the prominent families I know. You're so different, so unique... you've completely taken over my heart.

"I said I don't want to marry someone I don't love, but that doesn't mean there's no one I love... I was unsure before, but now I'm certain. The man I love... is you. Our time together might have been short, but can feelings and fate truly be measured by time?"

Su Yurou stood up, wrapped her arms around Zhao Dong's neck, and brought her ruby lips close to his. Her lovely face was flushed red with shyness, and her voice began to tremble.

"Zhao Dong, you already have so many women... Can you... make room for one more?"

"No!" Zhao Dong started to get up.

But Su Yurou burst into tears. "Zhao Dong, do you really not like me at all? But I truly love you! I don't know how I could go on living without you! You have so many women. Since none of them mind, and I don't mind, why should you?"

With that, she stood up and moved to the edge of the lake, crying, "Tell me! Do you like me or not? If you don't, I, Su Yurou, will never bother you again!"

THUMP!

Su Yurou's words made Zhao Dong's heart skip a beat.

Like her? Even heroes have a weakness for beautiful women, let alone a woman as exceptional as Su Yurou. If he said he didn't like her, he wouldn't be worthy of being called a man!

Seeing his hesitation, Su Yurou's heart filled with joy. She knew this was her best, perhaps her only, chance.

And so...

RIP!

She ripped open her long dress, her snow-white legs instantly exposed to Zhao Dong's gaze. Then, she reached inside, tore out a piece of black lace, and tossed it aside.

Before Zhao Dong could react, she had already strode back to him, grabbed his hand, and guided it inside...