Top Soldier Pursued by a Beauty

Chen Shan's legs shook violently.

The moment his eyes met Zhao Dong's, he was nearly frightened out of his wits.

He couldn't believe what kind of eyes these were.

Bloodthirsty, fierce, indifferent, unyielding, and cold.

Like a god of war emerging from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, he instantly shattered all of Chen Shan's pride.

"I was wrong! I beg you to spare my life! Please, spare my life!"

Chen Shan immediately prostrated himself, his trembling form like a dog wagging its tail, begging for mercy.

CRACK!

Zhao Dong kicked out, and Chen Shan's legs were instantly shattered.

Chen Shan grimaced in pain but dared not make a sound.

He didn't hope to escape unscathed, only to survive.

Zhao Dong slowly lifted his head, his gaze stabbing toward Chen Jun, who had already collapsed to the ground in fear.

He stepped forward, hoisted Chen Jun up, and flung him toward the doorway.

"Get lost! If there's a next time, you will die without a doubt!"

SWOOSH!

Chen Jun practically turned into a whirlwind, vanishing at the end of the hallway without the slightest hesitation.

He was so terrified he nearly wet himself, and he didn't even have the courage to utter a threat.

Soon, the thugs on the ground helped the crippled Chen Shan away. The farce ended just like that.

Zhao Dong turned to the three people who had been watching from the side.

"I might have gone a bit overboard earlier," he said with a faint smile. "Sorry if I frightened you all."

"Not at all, not at all!" Leng Yue's father hurriedly waved his hand, saying gratefully, "Thank goodness you stepped in to save us. Otherwise, my wife and I would have been in real danger today."

"You are the Leng Family's benefactor! Thank you, thank you so much!"

At his words, Leng Yue's mother also hurried over, crying as she expressed her thanks.

Zhao Dong felt a wave of awkwardness and shot a pleading look at Leng Yue.

Leng Yue stepped forward with a smile, her pretty face slightly flushed. "Don't be so formal."

"You really are my parents' lifesaver. I should be thanking you, too."

"Come on," Zhao Dong said, scratching his head with an awkward laugh. "What's this between us? It's nothing."

What's this between us!?

Leng Yue's parents instantly seized on the key phrase.

Her father grabbed Zhao Dong's hand, excitedly sizing him up. The more he looked, the happier and more thrilled he became.

"Great! Wonderful, just wonderful! Excellent!"

"He's tall, handsome, and strong, yet neither arrogant nor submissive. And he knows how to care for someone."

"Excellent! This is just excellent!"

"Yes!" Leng Yue's mother said, tears of joy streaming down her face. "Ever since Yueyue broke up with Chen Jun, she has refused to even get close to another man."

"I never expected Yueyue to find such an outstanding boyfriend. This is just wonderful!"

Listening to her parents, Zhao Dong and Leng Yue were utterly bewildered.

"Mom, Dad, it's not what you think, we…" Leng Yue's face turned crimson as she hurriedly tried to explain.

Her father cut her off with a smile. "No need to explain. Your mom and I know you've been shy since you were a little girl."

"But you're not getting any younger. What's so shameful about finding a boyfriend?"

"Your mother and I both think this young man is great."

"Exactly!" Leng Yue's mother pushed her daughter aside, grabbed Zhao Dong's hand, and shot Leng Yue a look.

"Let me tell you, we two old folks approve of this son-in-law."

"If you let him slip through your fingers, don't even think about coming back to see us!"

"I…" Leng Yue couldn't get a word in.

Her blushing face was as red as a Fuji apple. Mortified, she stumbled over her words, wishing she could find a hole to crawl into.

Zhao Dong was equally embarrassed, unsure how to explain the situation.

At that moment, Leng Yue's father said to her mother, "Alright, it's getting late. I'll clean up here. You go get Yueyue's room ready."

"Tonight, let's have Yueyue and Zhao Dong stay over."

"Okay, I'll go right now!" Leng Yue's mother left immediately.

Leng Yue still wanted to explain, but her uncompromising parents simply pushed her into the room.

BANG!

The door closed.

Leng Yue and Zhao Dong were stunned.

What in the world was happening? How did we just get shoved into a room together?

Leng Yue was too embarrassed to look up, and Zhao Dong was awkwardly at a loss for words.

After a long moment, Leng Yue pointed to the juice on the dressing table. "D-do you want some juice? I'll pour you some."

"Okay," Zhao Dong nodded awkwardly.

Having something to do with her hands eased Leng Yue's shyness a bit.

As she went to get some hot water, she said awkwardly, "I'm really sorry. My parents misunderstood."

"They're still outside. Once they go to sleep, you can leave."

"It's okay. I'm a grown man, why would I be afraid of a misunderstanding?" Zhao Dong laughed. "The real problem is that it affects your reputation."

Reputation?

Hearing the word, Leng Yue paused, her expression complex.

Zhao Dong instantly grew more awkward.

Speaking of reputation… that day at her villa, he'd already done something outrageous!

Distracted and distraught, Leng Yue reached for the kettle.

CLATTER!

Suddenly, it slipped from her grasp as she lifted it, crashing onto her leg.

"Ah!" Leng Yue immediately squatted down, clutching her leg.

"What happened?"

Startled, Zhao Dong rushed over.

"How could you be so careless?"

He pulled her hand away. A furious red patch was already spreading across her pale, delicate foot where the scalding water had splashed. The black stocking clinging to her calf was soaked through, and there was no doubt the skin beneath was just as badly burned. The wound was worsening before their eyes, with blisters forming at a visible rate.

"How could you be so careless?"

Zhao Dong frowned and, without another word, moved to lift her.

Startled, Leng Yue tried to push him away. "What are you doing?"

"Don't move!" Zhao Dong's tone was stern. "This is a scald from boiling water. If it's not treated immediately, it will definitely leave a scar!"

A scar!?

Every woman cherished her appearance. Upon hearing that word, Leng Yue was petrified.

The scalding water had hit her entire lower leg and right foot. If it scarred, she would have to say goodbye to skirts and sandals forever!

She dared not resist anymore, allowing Zhao Dong to sweep her up into his arms.

Feeling his firm chest, Leng Yue's face instantly turned scarlet.

Zhao Dong placed her on the bed, then said awkwardly, "Your leg is injured, too. You need to… you need to take off your stockings."

"What?" Leng Yue gasped, clutching her waist with both hands and shaking her head emphatically.

Although Zhao Dong has seen everything before… we don't have that kind of relationship. How could I possibly take off my stockings in front of him?

Zhao Dong said sternly, "Scalds must be treated immediately! If you refuse to take them off, you will definitely be scarred! Do you want a scar?"

"But…" Leng Yue was still struggling.

"No buts, there's no time!" Zhao Dong said urgently. "If we wait any longer, not even a god could remove the scar from your leg!"

As he spoke, he pressed her down on the bed, about to do it himself.

"Stop! I'll do it myself! I'll do it!"

Finally, Leng Yue surrendered.

She placed her hands on her waist, biting her red lip tightly.

Leng Yue, calm down! Just stay calm! He's already seen everything anyway, so what's one more time? This is just to treat the injury, to prevent a scar. Don't overthink it, don't overthink it…