My daughter's boyfriend took off my clothes.

"Auntie, the sun's shining on your butt, you should wake up now." Xiao Xu stood by the bed, looking at me.

Actually, I'd been awake for a while, but I was still lying on the bed, the sunlight shining on my bare butt. I thought I should let the sun shine on my butt and let it get some sunshine.

"Get away, don't touch me." Han Dong's hand was shaken off, and he couldn't help but frown as he looked at the swaying woman in front of him.

This was his newlywed wife, Xia Meng, who had drunk a lot of alcohol during the banquet, and now she could barely walk.

"Bitch!"

Seeing her arrogant attitude even when drunk, Han Dong couldn't help but curse in his heart.

Despite cursing, seeing her fall to the ground, Han Dong still quickly went forward and helped her up.

Xia Meng still retained some basic consciousness, struggling and mumbling incoherently, "Han, Han Dong. Stay away from me. I despise people like you who have no bottom line when it comes to money... How much is a few bucks? You're willing to be a live-in son-in-law? If it weren't for my dad forcing me, I wouldn't even bother looking at you..."

Damn it, even drunk, you still managed to insult me.

Han Dong was filled with shame and anger, but at the same time, his heart fluttered as his hands touched her smooth skin.

Xia Meng wasn't heavy, probably less than a hundred pounds. Her body was soft and boneless in his arms. Especially the scent of Xia Meng's body, which seemed to penetrate to the bone, made Han Dong's breathing become heavier.

He agreed to be Xia's live-in son-in-law not only to repay a favor, but also because he was captivated by Xia Meng.

Speaking of his wife, she was an extremely famous beauty in Dongyang City, with countless suitors.

The term "rich, beautiful, and successful" seemed too commonplace when applied to Xia Meng. She possessed long, slender legs and exquisitely sculpted features. Her snow-white skin, in particular, was radiant even without makeup.

Crucially, she was also wealthy, driving a dazzling red BMW R8 to and from work every day.

Marrying such a woman seemed like an honor.

But that wasn't the case. After Han Dong registered their marriage, he hadn't even touched her finger. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but whenever his mind wandered, Xia Meng acted like a raging tigress, at best insulting him for being a toad trying to eat swan meat, at worst physically assaulting him. Coupled with Han Dong's status as a live-in son-in-law, he felt inferior to her and could only endure it, hoping for a day when his desires would be fulfilled.

"Han Dong, why did you agree to marry me? You know I like someone else..." Xia Meng mumbled drunkenly.

Han Dong felt a pang of resentment. Who the hell knew you liked someone else? If anyone knew, it was only today. During the meal, Xia Meng seemed to have spotted a well-dressed, lecherous man, and then she started drinking like a madwoman.

Frustrated, he heard soft breathing from her arms; Xia Meng had fallen asleep.

Han Dong sighed, clumsily opened the car door, shoved her into the back seat, and rushed to the hotel.

Once in the room, he placed Xia Meng on the bed, already drenched in sweat.

Just as he was about to leave, he turned back and noticed something strange in his eyes. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his throat was dry.

The reason was that Xia Meng was wearing a blue dress today, and the shoulder strap had somehow slipped off her smooth, white shoulder, so white it was almost transparent under the light. Her chest rose and fell slightly with her breath, a sight that was almost explosive.

Han Dong wasn't exactly a gentleman, but he didn't like taking advantage of someone in such a state.

He secretly pinched his thigh; the sharp pain brought him back to his senses. Just as he was about to return to his room to rest, Xia Meng suddenly grabbed Han Dong, who was about to leave, saying, "Don't go."

Han Dong thought she had a change of heart, but before his tenderness could even rise, he heard Xia Meng murmur, "Yu Ping, don't leave me..."

Yu Ping?

Qiu Yu Ping, the young entrepreneur who had recently been interviewed on Dongyang TV's financial channel, and also the man Xia Meng had seen at the banquet.

Quite an outstanding person, even from a man's perspective. He was charming, successful, and the type of man few women could resist.

But Xia Meng was now his wife.

Han Dong felt like he was being cuckolded.

He suppressed the anger surging within him, his voice slightly abnormal, "I won't go, I won't go."

Xia Meng didn't know where the strength came from, tears streaming down her face, she got up and hugged Han Dong, or rather, hugged the Qiu Yu Ping she had imagined.

"My dad loves me, I'll beg him, he'll definitely agree to us being together... I was forced into this marriage, don't worry, you're the only one in my heart. Don't you want me? I promise, I'll agree to anything..."

She spoke unconsciously, her soft lips nibbling at Han Dong's face.

Han Dong was both ashamed and angry.

Suddenly, a surge of malice arose within him. It didn't matter if she didn't like him, but why should he, as Xia Meng's husband, listen to her drunken ramblings about her longing for her ex-boyfriend? This was intolerable!

Since Xia Meng didn't take him seriously, why should he suppress his feelings?

Who had the mind to think about the consequences at this moment, especially when facing his legal wife?

Once the thought arose, he went mad.

Han Dong's pent-up emotions surged like a tidal wave, finally bursting forth.

It was like swimming in waves, or lying in warm water after a long day. The sensation was indescribably wonderful, exquisitely beautiful.

He didn't know how long it lasted, but then everything quieted down.

Xia Meng regained a sliver of her senses during this time, but she was powerless to resist Han Dong, who appeared to be only twenty-five years old but had actually served in the military for at least seven years. Later, she resigned herself to it…

Han Dong gradually calmed down from his extreme excitement, staring blankly at the unconscious tear tracks welling up in Xia Meng's eyes as she fell into a deep sleep.

A face of breathtaking perfection, clear and unfathomable.

Heartache, guilt, and a multitude of emotions surged within him, but there was no regret. Han Dong never regretted his actions.

…

Xia Meng's body ached all over, every part felt weak. She was roused by the vibrating alarm clock by the bedside and reluctantly opened her eyes. The

familiar chandelier hung overhead, and the room was the same hotel room she had stayed in for several days.

She had come to Lin'an City from Dongyang City on a business trip. She hadn't originally wanted to bring her husband, Han Dong, but had given in to her father's repeated insistence.

Last night, she happened to be attending her cousin's wedding in Lin'an City when she bumped into her ex-boyfriend, Qiu Yuping, whom she hadn't seen in a long time

. And then… she wasn't dreaming, especially after seeing Han Dong, shirtless and fast asleep.

Like being electrocuted, she instinctively crossed her arms to avoid him. Her hands trembled, her face paled.

She loved Qiu Yuping so much, yet she always maintained a strict boundary, never crossing it. Now, however, her virginity had been taken by a man with whom she had no emotional connection, even though he was her husband.

A jumble of thoughts overwhelmed her. Without thinking, Xia Meng kicked the still-sleeping man with all her might.

It was over, everything was over.

She had planned not to let Han Dong touch her, and to find an excuse to divorce him and rekindle their relationship. He knew she hadn't slept with Han Dong, and he would surely understand. But now…

and Han Dong, still fast asleep, was suddenly kicked off the hotel bed by Xia Meng.

He fell hard, scraping his arm on the wooden floor.

Han Dong was jolted awake by the kick, realizing what he had done.

He had actually slept with his usually aloof wife last night.

A glimpse of a hidden red mark on the bed caught his eye, and Han Dong felt both excited and guilty.

Excited because it was Xia Meng's first time; she was usually shrewd and capable, and Han Dong had never imagined she hadn't been with a man before. Guilty because he knew his wife too well—she had studied women's martial arts, and was usually cold, domineering, and strong. What would she do to him after this?

Ignoring the pain, Han Dong got up from the floor, stealing a glance at Xia Meng.

She was hiding at the foot of the bed, only her long, white neck visible. Her pretty face was pale, and her eyes were filled with a chilling hatred.

Chapter Two: Violent Collision

"I...I'm sorry..."

Xia Meng didn't answer, only staring intently at Han Dong, making him feel uneasy.

Women were terrifying; Han Dong knew this all too well. The reason he chose to retire from the army at the height of his career was largely because he had offended a woman he couldn't afford to offend.

"Um, yesterday you were drunk and wouldn't let me leave... I'm just an ordinary man, anyone would be tempted, right?"

Han Dong nervously explained, trying to slip away. But then Xia Meng's voice suddenly softened: "Wait, I have something to say to you."

What?

He was about to turn around to ask when a sudden, extremely ominous feeling washed over him. He turned his

head in shock, and a glass was looming larger and larger in front of him, whistling through the air.

Bang!

Han Dong was hit squarely on the forehead, his vision went black, and liquid trickled down his forehead. He couldn't tell if it was residual water or blood.

Xia Meng didn't intend to let Han Dong off the hook. She then launched a sudden, unexpected kick towards his groin: "You bastard, I'll kill you!"

Her kick was swift and powerful.

Xia Meng had studied professional women's martial arts; her moves were far from professional.

Han Dong felt a chill beneath his crotch. With a swift movement, he crouched down and firmly gripped Xia Meng's slender ankle.

Before she could even savor the cool, slippery touch, Xia Meng, having lost her footing, retaliated by slapping him across the face.

It must be said, her reflexes were incredibly quick; ordinary men wouldn't stand a chance against her.

Unfortunately for her, she had run into Han Dong.

He shifted slightly, entering Xia Meng's attack range, and with a forceful push, pinned her firmly to the bed.

Xia Meng struggled violently, twisting and turning like a warrior.

But with her legs and arms firmly controlled by Han Dong, she was no match for his strength.

In desperation, she raised her head and bit Han Dong's shoulder.

Her teeth were her only remaining weapon.

Han Dong, busy restraining Xia Meng with his hands and feet, knew she was about to become a madwoman, and instinctively used his head to block hers.

Their lips met in a fleeting moment, the jelly-like touch, like mint or orchids, made Han Dong, already full of energy that morning, redden his eyes again.

Xia Meng, in her terror, forgot to react, forgetting that if she clenched her teeth tightly, Han Dong would cry out in pain and back down.

She only felt the man's passion and that irreversible pressure. It vaguely overlapped with some of the subtle feelings from the previous night, making her momentarily forget to resist.

"You, you dare… Waaah…"

Xia Meng's identity was that of the president of Zhenwei Escort, usually managing countless unruly veterans, which made her incredibly strong-willed.

But all that strength vanished at this moment.

Han Dong had lost himself, his hands trembling as they roamed over her skin, as if caressing the finest silk.

The woman's body gradually softened, leading him to believe that Xia Meng had given in.

He couldn't wait to seize this opportunity…

until, his face, pressed against Xia Meng's, touched a cold liquid, and Han Dong snapped out of his daze.

Like holding a beautiful snake, he released Xia Meng as quickly as possible.

Last night, both were drunk, so he hadn't fully grasped the power of a woman's tears; now, he felt his heart pounding.

What was he doing?

When had Han Dong ever needed to get a woman this way?

Xia Meng gritted her teeth, pulling the bra strap back up where Han Dong had pulled down, her voice barely a whisper: "You'll be going to jail! I'm going to sue you! I'll sue you to death!"

Han Dong's composure slowly returned, replaced by a surge of resentment at being constantly bullied and despised by this woman since their marriage.

"Sue me? Xia Meng, you really have the nerve to say that. Since I entered your Xia family, has anyone ever respected me? Even the family dog, my mother-in-law is willing to spend 20,000 to 30,000 yuan on it every month. And me? I want to go back to see my father, but I don't even have money to buy anything decent."

Xia Meng mocked, "The money belongs to the Xia family, why should you get to use it for free? My mother is free to spend money on her pet. If you're so capable, then pay back the 600,000 yuan you owe my family first."

Han Dong took a deep breath: "I do want to pay it back, but will you give me the chance? Since I got married, I've been assigned to work at the Xia family's Zhenwei Group. I don't see my salary every month, and I'm not allowed to quit and do anything else. They're determined to tie me to the Xia family, to make me depend on them in everything, so I can never hold my head up high. Yes, that 600,000 yuan saved my father's life, so what? That's a favor between elders, don't you dare bring it up in front of me all the time."

"Try swearing at me again."

Xia Meng was furious and embarrassed, her fists clenched.

Han Dong rarely had the chance to say these things, but now that he'd started, he couldn't stop: "And you, Xia Meng. You're my wife now, but before you slept with me, you were still calling out your ex-boyfriend's name. More importantly, you ripped off the buttons on the clothes I just bought yesterday! How desperate are you to be taken advantage of…?"

"Han Dong, you… you're a complete scoundrel!" Thinking of last night, Xia Meng's face and eyes reddened.

Han Dong scoffed: "A scoundrel? I never begged your father to be my son-in-law. He came to me willingly, using favors to pressure me…"

Xia Meng couldn't hear what Han Dong was saying anymore.

Her mind was completely absorbed in last night's wedding banquet.

Qiu Yuping—she hadn't seen him for at least two years, but just when she was almost able to let go, he reappeared. Where

was

he before? If Qiu Yuping had just had a little courage to stand up and stand with her against her father, Xia Longjiang, she wouldn't have ended up marrying someone she didn't love at all.

No, she had to see him, to ask him directly why?

Why had he disappeared without a word for two years? Why, after years of relationship in college, had he left without even a goodbye?

Remembering the events before she got drunk, she quickly reached for her LV handbag on the bedside table.

Inside lay a business card, which Qiu Yuping had slipped to her as he passed by.

Han Dong didn't know what she was looking for, but he had no desire to stay any longer.

Just as he opened the door, Xia Meng's secretary, Huang Li, jumped in surprise and quickly stepped aside: "Han, Han..."

She usually addressed Han Dong by his name casually, but now she didn't know how to address him.

Neither Xia Meng nor Han Dong had ever mentioned their relationship at the company, and Huang Li would never have guessed that Han Dong was Xia's husband.

A privileged young woman and an ordinary company security guard—how could they be?

But it was also impossible, because she had been waiting at the door for a while to report on work and had overheard everything.

Watching Han Dong leave, she cautiously knocked on the door.

Xia Meng didn't let her in, but awkwardly opened the door and said, "What is it?"

Her voice was as cold as ever, making Huang Li feel like she was walking on thin ice.

"Ms. Xia. Mr. Zhang from Hengyuan Group has agreed to meet. The meeting place is Shenlan Tea Restaurant."

Xia Meng indicated she understood, then turned and went back into her room, closing the door behind her.

Her trip to Lin'an to attend her cousin's wedding was just a side trip; her main purpose was to reach a cooperation agreement with local security companies.

However, Zhenwei Group wasn't a large company in Dongyang City, so after arriving, she had made countless phone calls, but very few agreed to meet.

The fact that Zhang Jianshe, the chairman of Hengyuan Security, agreed to meet her in person was quite unexpected for Xia Meng.

Who is Zhang Jianshe?

He's a prominent figure in Lin'an City. His Hengyuan Group's business scope extends beyond security to include real estate, catering, investment, and other industries, all of which are thriving.

His personal net worth surpassed 6 billion yuan three years ago.

To Xia Meng, such a person was usually unapproachable; she never imagined he would have time to meet her, instead of sending some nobody to deal with her.

Chapter 3: Harboring Intentions

The agreed-upon time was noon. Seeing that it was almost 10 o'clock, Xia Meng immediately asked Huang Li to prepare the car.

The sooner the better; she wanted to leave a good impression and dared not be negligent in the slightest. Zhang Jianshe was an extremely esteemed client to her.

Han Dong only opened the door after hearing footsteps outside and asked what was going on.

Huang Li wanted to answer, but Xia Meng's cold gaze stopped her.

Han Dong didn't care about anything else, casually putting on a t-shirt and following behind the two.

In the entire Xia family, if there was one person Han Dong could maintain a friendly and respectful attitude towards, it was his father-in-law, Xia Longjiang.

Before leaving, Xia Longjiang personally instructed him that Lin'an City was not safe, and that it was unsafe for Xia Meng, a woman alone, to be looked after.

Han Dong, having learned in his seven years of military service that he was a man of his word, had promised his father-in-law he would stay by his side, and he meant it.

In the car, Xia Meng glanced coldly at Han Dong in the rearview mirror.

He was exactly twenty-five years old, and his appearance wasn't unpleasant. On the contrary, he was quite handsome and pleasing to the eye, especially his eyes, which sometimes held a depth that Xia Meng couldn't quite decipher.

At that moment, his forehead was simply bandaged, clearly showing the effects of the glass she'd just drunk, leaving him somewhat listless.

If it weren't for what happened last night, she wouldn't have any prejudice against Han Dong. She might not like him, but since they were on the verge of marriage, she couldn't deny that she wasn't opposed to him.

She and Han Dong had known each other since childhood, but their paths hadn't crossed due to different life circumstances. She

thought of the terrifying and menacing tattoo she'd inadvertently seen on his back that morning.

She had been too emotional at the time to think much of it.

Looking back now, it's really strange.

Who in their right mind would get a tattoo like that, a snake-like design, especially one that coils all over their back, making people shudder at the sight of it?

Especially considering Han Dong's usual behavior and mannerisms, the contrast with that tattoo is just too stark.

Han Dong didn't know what she was thinking, and he kept stealing glances at Xia Meng.

She had changed her clothes, wearing a standard A-line skirt and a white shirt, with the top button undone, revealing a glimpse of her snow-capped mountain foot, which made him involuntarily distracted.

God often bestows a beautiful face upon a woman, but not a corresponding figure or temperament.

But Xia Meng was so lucky; Han Dong couldn't find any flaws in her, except for her temper.

She lived up to her name; she was the dream of every normal man.

"Xiao Li, should we turn left up ahead?"

As they passed a fork in the road, Han Dong casually asked his secretary, Huang Li.

The girl was in her early twenties, not particularly beautiful, but sunny and youthful.

Han Dong had a decent relationship with her at the company; they were the kind of colleagues who could joke around.

After Huang Li learned that Han Dong was Xia Meng's husband, her attitude subtly changed. She quickly replied, "Yes, Shenlan Tea Restaurant."

"Is it the one near Huayuan Apartment?"

"Yes, that's it." Then she exclaimed in surprise, "Have you been to Lin'an before?"

Not only her, but Xia Meng was also slightly puzzled.

As far as she knew, Han Dong had been sent to the army by his father when he was in his second year of high school, and he had stayed there for seven years. When did he come to Lin'an?

Han Dong didn't explain, turned around, and drove straight.

After arriving at the tea restaurant, Han Dong parked his car, and Xia Meng and Huang Li got out.

Han Dong waited idly in the car with his earphones in.

The phone rang at this moment. He glanced at the caller ID, smiled, and pressed the answer button: "What's up?"

The person calling was one of his few good friends in Dongyang, named Zheng Wenzhuo, who was also his childhood friend. He was currently living in the same community as Han Dong's father.

"Brother Dong, I heard from Uncle that you were away on a business trip."

"That's right, in Lin'an City."

"When are you coming back?"

Han Dong didn't mince words with him: "Spit it out."

Zheng Wenzhuo chuckled: "I missed you, Brother Dong!" After the joke, Zheng Wenzhuo seriously explained his purpose.

A few friends were starting a small business, and he had come to ask Han Dong if he was interested in investing.

Han Dong said irritably: "I'm so poor I've sold my house, you know that, where would I get the money..."

As they talked, Han Dong noticed out of the corner of his eye that a Mercedes 600 had stopped not far from his car. A man who looked like a secretary got out first and respectfully opened the car door for the middle-aged man who got out after him.

The man was wearing dress pants and a white shirt, and his leather shoes were shiny. He was bald, around forty years old, with a scar on his face that was clearly visible even from a distance, and his face was fleshy and rugged, especially his eyes, which were small and round, filled with a fierce light.

Judging from Han Dong's keen eye, this man had a menacing look and didn't seem like a good person. Seeing him rush straight to Xia Meng's table after entering the tea restaurant, he knew this was the client Xia Meng was going to meet.

...

Xia Meng looked at the middle-aged man who approached her, somewhat hesitantly: "Mr. Zhang?"

She really hadn't expected the chairman of Hengyuan to have such an appearance.

If this man had taken off his suit and put on loose casual clothes, Xia Meng would have thought he was a thug.

Zhang Jianshe's impression was exactly the opposite. He had been to Dongyang and had heard of Xia Meng's name. So when his secretary told him that Xia Meng wanted to discuss business with him, he canceled all his work and made time to come.

Secretly amazed by her looks and temperament, Zhang Jianshe thought to himself that the rumors were indeed true; this Xia Meng was truly a rare beauty.

Her smile softened, and she extended her hand, saying, "President Xia, thank you for waiting."

After confirming his identity, Xia Meng quickly composed herself, smiling as she rose to shake his hand. "I've heard of President Zhang before, but I didn't realize you were so young; I didn't dare recognize you."

Zhang Jianshe felt as if he were holding a ball of water, the soft, smooth touch making him reluctant to let go. Without sitting down,

he forced a smile, saying, "President Xia is even younger and more beautiful. I love dealing with young people like you." His smile revealed a set of unattractive, yellowed teeth, and a subtle, almost imperceptible, fierce glint in his facial muscles, making him quite unsettling.

Xia Meng reluctantly withdrew her hand and called over a waiter, "President Zhang, what would you like to eat?"

Zhang Jianshe's gaze was intense, and after a long pause, he slowly replied, "President Xia, please choose what you like; I'm not hungry."

Xia Meng avoided his gaze, sensing that today's conversation might not go smoothly.

Being a woman, she was particularly perceptive of men's intentions.

Zhang Jianshe barely uttered a few words, his eyes seeming to devour her…

He simply ordered some snacks and a pot of tea. Xia Meng casually poured some into Zhang Jianshe's teacup, smiling as she said, “Mr. Zhang, please try this tea and see if it suits your taste.”

Zhang Jianshe bowed and lit a cigarette: “Xia, I heard a brief explanation from my secretary about your company. This is no problem for me.”

Xia Meng felt relieved: “Mr. Zhang, let me explain the situation to you first. Zhenwei is currently hiring only the most professional bodyguards and security guards. Signing a contract with you guarantees it won't tarnish your company's reputation… As for the price, that's negotiable. I have no other motives right now; I just want these people properly settled…”

Zhang Jianshe understood Xia Meng's meaning. She simply wanted him to help temporarily settle about five hundred bodyguards and security guards at Zhenwei. This was the first step in their cooperation. Also, Xia Meng wanted to sign long-term employee renewal contracts with Hengyuan…

In short, this was a trivial matter for him.

Zhang Jianshe could arrange for hundreds of people to be deployed with a single phone call, and Hengyuan would even profit from it.

However, this was like a lion facing a piece of meat smaller than its palm—it could swallow it whole, but not eating it wouldn't make a difference. Moreover, after meeting Xia Mengren, Zhang Jianshe's interest had completely shifted from business to people.

He interrupted Xia Mengren's introduction and looked at Huang Li: "Secretary, I have something I'd like to say to your CEO Xia privately. Could we excuse ourselves?"

It sounded like he was asking Huang Li's opinion, but there was no room for negotiation in his words.

Huang Li, who was currently flipping through prepared materials to fill in what Xia Mengren hadn't finished saying, paused upon hearing this, then quickly got up and left.

Once only the two of them were left, Zhang Jianshe adjusted to a comfortable sitting position: "President Xia, given Zhenwei's current scale, these hundreds of people are probably no small matter, right?"

Xia Meng hesitated for a moment, then frankly replied, "President Zhang is very perceptive; that's certainly true."

Zhang Jianshe stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, his eyes fixed on Xia Meng's hand resting on the table. He casually remarked, "How do you maintain your hands, President Xia? They're so beautiful."

Xia Meng hadn't expected him to steer the conversation from work to her hands so quickly. She

forced a smile and said, "You're joking, aren't you?"

Zhang Jianshe seemed thoughtful, raising his wrist to examine it: "I have a meeting later, President Xia. How about this? Let's talk at the Huating Hotel tonight; the Chinese restaurant there is quite good."

If Xia Meng still couldn't see through Zhang Jianshe's intentions, she'd truly be a hypocrite.

She felt helpless: "President Zhang, it's too much trouble; I'm always taking up your time."

Zhang Jianshe stood up, his smile particularly unrestrained: "Not at all, not at all."

Chapter Four: The Despicable Zhang Jianshe .

Xia Meng had no idea what kind of person Zhang Jianshe was.

In his younger days, Zhang Jianshe was a complete hoodlum, and even now, he still has ties to some underworld figures.

His most notorious trait is his womanizing; he's notorious in Lin'an City, if not universally known, a regular at nightclubs and entertainment venues, never satisfied with a single woman.

When Xia Meng came to discuss business with such an unusual person, it was clear from the start that a deal was impossible without some sacrifice.

Of course, if it were any other salesperson, Zhang Jianshe probably wouldn't have even come. After all, Hengyuan's current market value is in the billions; let alone a single security escort group under Zhenwei, even Zhenwei Group itself has no leverage to negotiate cooperation with him.

Stepping outside, the sun was still shining brightly, but her steps felt like they were made of lead.

Partly due to a lack of rest the previous night, and partly due to her complete lack of vision for Zhenwei's future.

She had grown up surrounded by praise, believing herself to be the best in every aspect—appearance, ability, and more.

After graduating from one of America's most prestigious business schools, Xia Meng dreamed of how to make a name for herself and develop the family business.

Unfortunately, once she entered the workforce, she realized things were nothing like she'd imagined.

In this world, doing business honestly was incredibly difficult. This realization shattered her confidence.

Inside the car, Huang Li was chatting with Han Dong about Zhang Jianshe's strange behavior.

"Han Dong, you don't know the way he looks at President Xia… he's definitely not a good person."

She stopped abruptly as Xia Meng approached. She

slammed the door shut and got in, instructing, "Back to the hotel."

Han Dong glanced at her furtively. From Huang Li's words, he had basically deduced that Xia Meng's idea of relying on Zhang Jianshe to solve the company's predicament was simply unrealistic… unless she was willing to sleep with Zhang Jianshe for one night, or several nights. The thought

of this possibility left Han Dong speechless.

He hadn't even figured out his ex-boyfriend Qiu Yuping's situation, and now there was the even more vicious Zhang Jianshe.

No way, he couldn't accept being cuckolded.

“Xia Meng. The company’s current problem is those idle security personnel. I think even if we lose some money, we can settle them in Dongyang City…”

Xia Meng was already seething with anger and interrupted Han Dong before he could finish, as if she had just swallowed a gun: “What do you know? This is not a temporary measure at all. I came to Lin’an City for the company’s long-term consideration.”

Han Dong said unhappily: “Why are you yelling at me? If you have this temper, why don’t you use it on Zhang Jianshe? That kind of clumsy guy, just slap him across the face!”

Xia Meng didn’t want to argue, especially in front of Huang Li.

She couldn’t be bothered with Han Dong, who made her furious just thinking about him. When they passed a pharmacy, she signaled for him to stop.

Han Dong thought for a moment and realized something.

The two of them hadn’t used any protection last night, and this woman was probably afraid of getting pregnant…

He wasn’t wrong; Xia Meng was indeed worried about this.

When they arrived at the pharmacy, she acted like a thief. Seeing that there were many customers, she casually strolled around the pharmacy.

She had no idea how to broach the subject or what medicine to buy.

A pharmacy employee noticed her and approached respectfully, asking, "Miss, what medicine would you like to buy?"

Looking around to make sure no one was watching, Xia Meng stammered, "I..." She hesitated for a long time before finally saying, "I'm just looking around."

Just then, another voice sounded behind her: "Do you have any emergency contraception?"

She turned around abruptly, her face flushing and paling. How had that damned Han Dong followed her, and so shamelessly asked her this?

And how did he know she wanted to buy birth control pills?

What seemed so troublesome to her was actually incredibly simple.

The pharmacy clerk asked a few questions, then handed Han Dong a box and told him to pay at the counter.

A moment later, Han Dong paid, didn't even glance at her, put the pills in his pocket, and walked out of the pharmacy.

"Give it to me."

As she left, Xia Meng hurried after him, utterly unceremonious.

Han Dong smiled and handed her the pills.

Xia Meng quickly put them in her handbag and headed straight for her car. Just as she passed Han Dong, her high heel landed directly on his foot.

Han Dong's expression changed slightly. Damn it, he kindly stopped to buy her some pills, and this is how he repays kindness with such ingratitude.

This made it difficult for him to even walk for a moment; how could that bitch's heels be so sharp?!

...

Upon arriving at the hotel, Han Dong limped back to his room. After taking off his shoes, he noticed that the tops of his feet were bruised.

Head, feet.

Today was simply an unlucky day.

Because he hadn't slept well last night, he was actually quite sleepy now. He took a quick shower and fell asleep as soon as his body hit the bed.

The quality of his sleep wasn't good; as soon as he fell asleep, nightmares began to play out frame by frame like a movie.

Sometimes it was scenes of comrades sacrificing themselves, sometimes it was scenes of being held at gunpoint while on an undercover mission...

Death, life.

In his dreams, Han Dong was indifferent to everything.

He suddenly sat up, looking exhausted, his eyes glazed over, only then noticing that it was already dark.

He sighed, thinking that after retiring, he could let go of everything. Now he realized that he had been too naive.

These tattoos etched into his memory would probably accompany him for the rest of his life.

Feeling a bit hungry, he went out to find something and passed by Xia Meng's door. Something occurred to him, so he knocked: "Wife, have you eaten?"

There was no response; it seemed she wasn't home.

He wondered what Xia Meng could be doing so late and instinctively called her secretary, Huang Li.

Learning that Huang Li and Xia Meng were at the Huating Hotel, he couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing there? Why didn't you call me?"

"President Xia won't let me… Han Dong, come quickly, something's wrong. Zhang Jianshe won't let me in. I'm afraid something might happen to President Xia…"

Her voice was low and flustered.

Han Dong didn't think twice. Without even changing his shoes, he ran down the stairs. He hailed a taxi and went to the Huating Hotel.

He already understood; Zhang Jianshe had probably invited Xia Meng there.

Given that woman's persistent nature, even if she suspected something was amiss, she'd probably still cling to a sliver of hope.

But Han Dong was a man; he wouldn't take any chances.

Regardless of whether Xia Meng intended to offer herself to Zhang Jianshe, he was Xia Meng's husband, and he absolutely wouldn't allow such a thing to happen.

The Huating Hotel wasn't far from his hotel; it was about a five-minute walk.

Han Dong immediately spotted Xia Meng's red BMW R8.

Huang Li was inside alone. Han Dong knocked on the window, and as soon as it rolled down, he asked, "What happened?"

"I don't know either. It's been almost an hour, and I can't get through to President Xia on the phone..."

Huang Li looked anxious, seeing Han Dong as if he were her pillar of support.

Han Dong asked a few more questions and, upon learning that Xia Meng was at the Chinese restaurant, he rushed inside.

But there were hardly any customers in the restaurant, so there was no sign of Xia Meng.

A bad feeling crept over him; it was obvious that Xia Meng was still at the hotel.

If not on the first floor, where would she be?

The upper floors were all guest rooms; could she have already checked into a room with Zhang Jianshe?

Thinking this, Han Dong cursed under his breath and strode into the elevator. Given

Zhang Jianshe's status, if he were checking into a room, he would likely choose the presidential suite. These kinds of rooms in hotels are usually considered "scenic rooms," either on the top floor or one or two floors below.

Han Dong pressed the button for the 48th floor and then searched through them one by one.

His luck was fairly good; he had just reached the 49th floor when he saw a familiar face in the corridor—the secretary who had opened the car door for Zhang Jianshe that afternoon.

Besides him, there were two other well-dressed, robust men, seemingly bodyguards.

The group was talking intimately and mysteriously.

As Han Dong approached, he overheard some sensitive and crucial words:

woman, drugged, Mr. Zhang, video…

Without even thinking, Han Dong could tell that Xia Meng and Zhang Jianshe were in the room, and that the foolish woman had been drugged without her knowledge.

A surge of anger welled up inside Han Dong, and his eyes darkened.

“Who are you!”

One of the bodyguards noticed Han Dong approaching and stepped forward to shove him, attempting to stop him.

But before he could even touch him, his wrist was grabbed by the other man's single hand.

The irreversible force made the bodyguard's eyes widen. He raised his foot to kick, yelling, "You son of a bitch..."

Before he could finish, he felt as if he'd been hit by a train. He groaned and stumbled backward, clutching his stomach as he slammed against the wall.

These bodyguards who worked for Zhang Jianshe were no ordinary men; they'd even killed people. It would be a fool not to see Han Dong's ill intentions now. Seeing this,

another bodyguard immediately drew his dagger, instinctively assuming the newcomer was Zhang Jianshe's enemy.

Unfortunately, before the dagger could even be aimed at Han Dong, the bodyguard clutched his throat, making a hoarse, ghostly sound, unable to utter a sound.

Chapter Five: The Stupid Woman

. Speaking of Zhang Jianshe, he was practically bursting with excitement.

From the moment he saw Xia Meng that afternoon, his mind was like a runaway horse, impossible to control. Over the years, Zhang Jianshe had seen his fair share of women, but none possessed Xia Meng's beauty and charm!

Upon seeing her, Zhang Jianshe never imagined she could escape his grasp.

Initially, he hadn't considered using drugs; only after repeated testing and confirming that this woman was the type who wouldn't listen to reason did he resort to this tactic.

The drug was a water-inducing powder, brought back from abroad by a friend. Its effects were similar to a stronger version of sleeping pills; a single pill was enough to put a woman into a state of utter intoxication and delirium.

This wasn't his first time doing this; Zhang Jianshe was incredibly experienced.

No matter the woman, after the deed was done, taking a few photos and recording a video would guarantee she would obediently grovel at his feet.

So, even though he was burning with impatience, he still set up a miniature camera first. The process itself was a kind of urgent enjoyment.

Having done all this, Zhang Jianshe then observed the completely asleep Xia Meng with great interest.

Her face was flushed from the medication, her eyes were tightly closed, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly, a captivating sight.

She was wearing a long dress, and the exposed half of her calves was as smooth and delicate as jade, making Zhang Jianshe unable to resist placing his hand on them to savor the sensation.

The touch was cool, smooth, and soft; just touching her skin made his breathing rise and fall like bellows.

His hand trembled slightly as he repeatedly caressed and lingered, marveling at the woman's firm, smooth, and youthful skin.

Xia Meng seemed to sense something, her legs awkwardly crossing, and she unconsciously made a sound.

The sounds, like celestial music, caused all of Zhang Jianshe's reason to crumble. He pounced on her, his lips raining down on Xia Meng's face and neck.

"Baby, my little baby, tonight you're mine."

Xia Meng was awakened by the sudden weight. Opening her eyes, she saw a fleshy face looming before her, reeking of alcohol and other smells, making her feel nauseous.

"You… what are you doing…"

Xia Meng tried to struggle, but she had no strength at all; even moving a finger was extremely difficult.

Drugged, she finally realized that someone had slipped something into her juice.

Despite all her precautions, even avoiding alcohol, she hadn't anticipated Zhang Jianshe's audacity.

She was filled with shame and rage, yet unable to die.

"President Xia, you'll see what I'm about to do!" Zhang Jianshe, his

eyes bloodshot, stared at the stunning face so close to his, and lifted Xia Meng's skirt. The glimpse of green lace deep within her eyes made Zhang Jianshe's excitement almost explode.

Xia Meng was furious and helpless, unable to resist.

Her resistance was futile, only fueling Zhang Jianshe's impatience. Unable to remove Xia Meng's skirt after several attempts, he ripped the shoulder strap off completely.

Just then, a commotion erupted at the door.

Startled from his passion, Zhang Jianshe roared furiously, "Anyone who dares to utter another sound, I'll kill them!"

Although nominally the chairman of a large company, his volatile temper hadn't changed over the years. Even with some improvement, at this critical moment, there's absolutely an urge to kill.

The words had barely left his lips when a loud bang rang out, the door kicked open.

Zhang Jianshe saw the intruder, a handsome young man around twenty-four or twenty-five years old—it was Han Dong.

"Do you fucking know whose room this is…"

Zhang Jianshe knew something was wrong. Though startled, his tone remained extremely calm, laced with angry threat. He was also surprised that his bodyguards hadn't stopped this man; how had he gotten in?

Han Dong ignored him, his gaze shifting to the hotel bed. Seeing Xia Meng, her eyes slightly open, disheveled and tear-streaked, a flash of coldness crossed his eyes.

His fist clenched, cracking loudly. (Due to space limitations, follow the WeChat public account [Yu Xiao Novels] and reply with the number 128 to continue reading the exciting story!) His knuckles turned white, almost without any gap, he threw a straight punch.

Zhang Jianshe tried to dodge, but watching the fist get closer and closer, there was no way to escape.

With a crack, his nose broke.

Zhang Jianshe screamed, completely stunned by the punch.

Han Dong's fist lashed out, his ferocity rising, grabbing Zhang Jianshe's collar and raining down blows.

He didn't care about Zhang Jianshe's identity; he only knew the other was a beast.

The miniature camera—due to space limitations, follow the WeChat public account [Yu Xiao Novels] and reply with the number 128 to continue reading the exciting story!—made Han Dong guess what the other was going to do.

It was unimaginable what would have happened to Xia Meng if he had arrived even half an hour later. With her proud personality, such an insult would probably have made her lose the will to live.

After throwing several punches, Han Dong stopped when Zhang Jianshe's screams gradually weakened and he lay limp like a rag doll.

Behind him stood two dumbfounded bodyguards, completely at a loss. They never expected Han Dong to be so audacious, daring to beat up even Zhang Jianshe so quickly that they forgot to stop him.

"You, you..."

Han Dong ignored the two men, bent down, and forcibly pulled the feigning-death Zhang Jianshe to his feet. Zhang Jianshe

, who weighed nearly 180 pounds, had arms that weren't particularly thick, yet they felt weightless in Han Dong's hands. It was hard to imagine that such incredible strength came from Han Dong's thin body.

"What did you do to her?"

Zhang Jianshe was enveloped in an atmosphere that sent chills down his spine, and subconsciously answered, "Yin, Yin Shuifen, a kind of special sleeping pill, harmless to the human body."

Han Dong breathed a sigh of relief and let him go, took out his phone which was recording, and snapped several photos of the room and Xia Meng lying on the bed. Then he dragged the lifeless Zhang Jianshe out, slammed the door shut, and locked it. "

Auntie, the sun's shining on your butt, you should wake up." Xiao Xu stood by the bed looking at me.

Actually, I had been awake for a while, but I was still lying on the bed, the sunlight shining on my bare butt. I thought, I should let the sun shine on my butt and let it get some sunlight.

"Get away, don't touch me." Han Dong's hand was shaken off, and he frowned as he looked at the swaying woman in front of him.

This was his newlywed wife, Xia Meng. She had drunk a lot of alcohol during the banquet, as if she were in a trance, and now she could barely walk.

"Bitch!"

Seeing her arrogant attitude even when drunk, Han Dong couldn't help but curse inwardly.

Despite his curse, seeing her fall to the ground, Han Dong still rushed forward and helped her up.

Xia Meng was still somewhat conscious at this point, struggling and mumbling, "Han, Han Dong. Stay away from me. I despise people like you who have no bottom line when it comes to money... How much is it worth? You're willing to be a live-in son-in-law? If it weren't for my dad forcing me, I wouldn't even bother to look at you..."

You son of a bitch, even when you're drunk, you still manage to insult me.

Han Dong was filled with shame and anger, but at the same time, his heart fluttered as his hands touched her smooth skin.

Xia Meng wasn't heavy, probably less than a hundred pounds. Her body was soft and pliable, boneless in his arms. Especially the scent of Xia Meng, so deeply it seemed to penetrate to the bone, made Han Dong's breathing quicken.

He agreed to become Xia Meng's son-in-law not only to repay a debt of gratitude, but also because he was captivated by her.

His wife was a renowned beauty in Dongyang City, with countless suitors.

The terms "rich, beautiful, and fair-skinned" seemed too simplistic for Xia Meng; she had long, beautiful legs and exquisitely sculpted features. Her snow-white skin was radiant even without makeup.

Crucially, she was also wealthy, driving a bright red BMW R8 to and from work every day.

Marrying such a woman seemed like an honor.

But that wasn't the case. After registering their marriage, Han Dong hadn't even touched her finger. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but whenever his mind wandered, Xia Meng acted like a raging tigress, at best insulting him as a toad trying to eat swan meat, at worst physically assaulting him. Adding to the fact that Han Dong was a live-in son-in-law, making him feel inferior to her, she had no choice but to endure it again and again, thinking that one day she would get what she wanted.

"Han Dong, why did you agree to marry me? You know I like someone else..." At this moment, Xia Meng mumbled drunkenly again.

Han Dong felt a pang of unease. Who the hell knew you liked someone else? If anyone knew, it was only today. Xia Meng seemed to have seen a well-dressed, beastly man at the dinner table, and then started drinking like a madwoman.

Frustrated, he heard soft breathing in his arms; Xia Meng had fallen asleep.

Han Dong sighed, clumsily opened the car door, shoved her into the back seat, and rushed to the hotel.

Arriving at the room, he placed Xia Meng on the bed, already drenched in sweat.

Just as he was about to leave, he turned back and noticed something strange in his eyes. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his throat was dry.

The reason was that Xia Meng was wearing a blue dress today, and the shoulder strap had somehow slipped off her smooth, white shoulder, so white it was almost transparent under the light. Her chest rose and fell slightly with her breath, a sight that was almost explosive.

Han Dong wasn't exactly a gentleman, but he didn't like taking advantage of someone in such a state.

He secretly pinched his thigh; the sharp pain brought him back to his senses. Just as he was about to return to his room to rest, Xia Meng suddenly grabbed Han Dong, who was about to leave, saying, "Don't go."

Han Dong thought she had a change of heart, but before his tenderness could even rise, he heard Xia Meng murmur, "Yu Ping, don't leave me..."

Yu Ping?

Qiu Yu Ping, the young entrepreneur who had recently been interviewed on Dongyang TV's financial channel, and also the man Xia Meng had seen at the banquet.

Quite an outstanding person, even from a man's perspective. He was charming, successful, and the type of man few women could resist.

But Xia Meng was now his wife.

Han Dong felt like he was being cuckolded.

He suppressed the anger surging within him, his voice slightly abnormal, "I won't go, I won't go."

Xia Meng didn't know where the strength came from, tears streaming down her face, she got up and hugged Han Dong, or rather, hugged the Qiu Yu Ping she had imagined.

"My dad loves me, I'll beg him, he'll definitely agree to us being together... I was forced into this marriage, don't worry, you're the only one in my heart. Don't you want me? I promise, I'll agree to anything..."

She spoke unconsciously, her soft lips nibbling at Han Dong's face.

Han Dong was both ashamed and angry.

Suddenly, a surge of malice arose within him. It didn't matter if she didn't like him, but why should he, as Xia Meng's husband, listen to her drunken ramblings about her longing for her ex-boyfriend? This was intolerable!

Since Xia Meng didn't take him seriously, why should he suppress his feelings?

Who had the mind to think about the consequences at this moment, especially when facing his legal wife?

Once the thought arose, he went mad.

Han Dong's pent-up emotions surged like a tidal wave, finally bursting forth.

It was like swimming in waves, or lying in warm water after a long day. The sensation was indescribably wonderful, exquisitely beautiful.

He didn't know how long it lasted, but then everything quieted down.

Xia Meng regained a sliver of her senses during this time, but she was powerless to resist Han Dong, who appeared to be only twenty-five years old but had actually served in the military for at least seven years. Later, she resigned herself to it…

Han Dong gradually calmed down from his extreme excitement, staring blankly at the unconscious tear tracks welling up in Xia Meng's eyes as she fell into a deep sleep.

A face of breathtaking perfection, clear and unfathomable.

Heartache, guilt, and a multitude of emotions surged within him, but there was no regret. Han Dong never regretted his actions.

…

Xia Meng's body ached all over, every part felt weak. She was roused by the vibrating alarm clock by the bedside and reluctantly opened her eyes. The

familiar chandelier hung overhead, and the room was the same hotel room she had stayed in for several days.

She had come to Lin'an City from Dongyang City on a business trip. She hadn't originally wanted to bring her husband, Han Dong, but had given in to her father's repeated insistence.

Last night, she happened to be attending her cousin's wedding in Lin'an City when she bumped into her ex-boyfriend, Qiu Yuping, whom she hadn't seen in a long time

. And then… she wasn't dreaming, especially after seeing Han Dong, shirtless and fast asleep.

Like being electrocuted, she instinctively crossed her arms to avoid him. Her hands trembled, her face paled.

She loved Qiu Yuping so much, yet she always maintained a strict boundary, never crossing it. Now, however, her virginity had been taken by a man with whom she had no emotional connection, even though he was her husband.

A jumble of thoughts overwhelmed her. Without thinking, Xia Meng kicked the still-sleeping man with all her might.

It was over, everything was over.

She had planned not to let Han Dong touch her, and to find an excuse to divorce him and rekindle their relationship. He knew she hadn't slept with Han Dong, and he would surely understand. But now…

and Han Dong, still fast asleep, was suddenly kicked off the hotel bed by Xia Meng.

He fell hard, scraping his arm on the wooden floor.

Han Dong was jolted awake by the kick, realizing what he had done.

He had actually slept with his usually aloof wife last night.

A glimpse of a hidden red mark on the bed caught his eye, and Han Dong felt both excited and guilty.

Excited because it was Xia Meng's first time; she was usually shrewd and capable, and Han Dong had never imagined she hadn't been with a man before. Guilty because he knew his wife too well—she had studied women's martial arts, and was usually cold, domineering, and strong. What would she do to him after this?

Ignoring the pain, Han Dong got up from the floor, stealing a glance at Xia Meng.

She was hiding at the foot of the bed, only her long, white neck visible. Her pretty face was pale, and her eyes were filled with a chilling hatred.

Chapter Two: Violent Collision

"I...I'm sorry..."

Xia Meng didn't answer, only staring intently at Han Dong, making him feel uneasy.

Women were terrifying; Han Dong knew this all too well. The reason he chose to retire from the army at the height of his career was largely because he had offended a woman he couldn't afford to offend.

"Um, yesterday you were drunk and wouldn't let me leave... I'm just an ordinary man, anyone would be tempted, right?"

Han Dong nervously explained, trying to slip away. But then Xia Meng's voice suddenly softened: "Wait, I have something to say to you."

What?

He was about to turn around to ask when a sudden, extremely ominous feeling washed over him. He turned his

head in shock, and a glass was looming larger and larger in front of him, whistling through the air.

Bang!

Han Dong was hit squarely on the forehead, his vision went black, and liquid trickled down his forehead. He couldn't tell if it was residual water or blood.

Xia Meng didn't intend to let Han Dong off the hook. She then launched a sudden, unexpected kick towards his groin: "You bastard, I'll kill you!"

Her kick was swift and powerful.

Xia Meng had studied professional women's martial arts; her moves were far from professional.

Han Dong felt a chill in his crotch. In a split second, he crouched down and firmly gripped Xia Meng's slender ankle.

Before she could even savor the cool, slippery touch, Xia Meng, having lost her footing, retaliated by slapping him across the face.

It must be said, her reflexes were exceptionally quick; ordinary men wouldn't stand a chance against her.

Unfortunately for her, she had run into Han Dong.

With a slight shift of his body, he entered Xia Meng's attack zone, forcefully pinning her to the bed.

Xia Meng struggled violently, twisting and turning like a fighter.

Her legs and hands were firmly controlled by Han Dong; she was no match for his strength.

In desperation, she raised her head and bit Han Dong's shoulder.

Her teeth were her only remaining weapon.

Han Dong, busy restraining Xia Meng with his hands and feet, knew she was about to become a madwoman, and instinctively used his head to block hers.

Their lips met by chance; the jelly-like touch, like mint and orchid, made Han Dong, already full of energy that morning, redden his eyes again.

Xia Meng, in her terror, forgot to react, forgetting that if she clenched her teeth tightly, Han Dong would cry out in pain and back down.

She only felt the man's passion and that irreversible pressure. It vaguely overlapped with some hidden feelings from the previous night, making her momentarily forget to resist.

"You, you dare... Waaah..."

Xia Meng was the president of Zhenwei Escort, usually managing countless unruly veterans, which made her incredibly strong-willed.

But all that strength vanished at this moment.

Han Dong had lost all control, his hands trembling as they roamed over her skin, as if caressing the finest silk.

The woman's body gradually softened, leading him to believe that Xia Meng had given in.

He couldn't wait to seize this opportunity...

until his face, pressed against Xia Meng's, touched a cold liquid, and Han Dong snapped out of his daze.

Like holding a beautiful snake, he released Xia Meng as quickly as possible.

Last night, both of them were drunk, so he hadn't quite grasped the power of a woman's tears; now, he only felt his heart pounding.

What was he doing?

When did he, Han Dong, need to get a woman this way?

Xia Meng gritted her teeth and pulled the shoulder strap back up, which Han Dong had pulled down. Her voice was as if it were being squeezed out of her throat: "You'll be going to jail. I'm going to sue you. I'm going to sue you to death."

Han Dong's mind slowly calmed down, and the feelings of being bullied and despised by this woman after marriage surged back up.

"Sue me? Xia Meng, you really have the nerve to say that. Since I entered your Xia family, has anyone ever respected me? Even the family dog, my mother-in-law is willing to spend 20,000 to 30,000 yuan on it every month. And me? I want to go back to see my father, but I don't even have money to buy anything decent."

Xia Meng mocked, "The money belongs to the Xia family, why should you get to use it for free? My mother is free to spend money on her pet. If you're so capable, then pay back the 600,000 yuan you owe my family first."

Han Dong took a deep breath: "I do want to pay it back, but will you give me the chance? Since I got married, I've been assigned to work at the Xia family's Zhenwei Group. I don't see my salary every month, and I'm not allowed to quit and do anything else. They're determined to tie me to the Xia family, to make me depend on them in everything, so I can never hold my head up high. Yes, that 600,000 yuan saved my father's life, so what? That's a favor between elders, don't you dare bring it up in front of me all the time."

"Try swearing at me again."

Xia Meng was furious and embarrassed, her fists clenched.

Han Dong rarely had the chance to say these things, but now that he'd started, he couldn't stop: "And you, Xia Meng. You're my wife now, but before you slept with me, you were still calling out your ex-boyfriend's name. More importantly, you ripped off the buttons on the clothes I just bought yesterday! How desperate are you to be taken advantage of…?"

"Han Dong, you… you're a complete scoundrel!" Thinking of last night, Xia Meng's face and eyes reddened.

Han Dong scoffed: "A scoundrel? I never begged your father to be my son-in-law. He came to me willingly, using favors to pressure me…"

Xia Meng couldn't hear what Han Dong was saying anymore.

Her mind was completely absorbed in last night's wedding banquet.

Qiu Yuping—she hadn't seen him for at least two years, but just when she was almost able to let go, he reappeared. Where

was

he before? If Qiu Yuping had just had a little courage to stand up and stand with her against her father, Xia Longjiang, she wouldn't have ended up marrying someone she didn't love at all.

No, she had to see him, to ask him directly why?

Why had he disappeared for two years without a word? Why, after years of relationship in college, had he left without even a goodbye?

Remembering the events before she got drunk, she quickly rummaged through her LV handbag on the bedside table.

Inside lay a business card, given to her by Qiu Yuping as he passed by.

Han Dong didn't know what she was looking for, but he had no desire to stay any longer.

As soon as he opened the door, Xia Meng's secretary, Huang Li, jumped in surprise, quickly stepping aside: "Han, Han..."

She usually addressed Han Dong by his name casually, but now she didn't know how to address him.

Neither Xia Meng nor Han Dong had ever mentioned their relationship at the company, and Huang Li would never have guessed that Han Dong was Xia Meng's husband.

A privileged woman and an ordinary company security guard—how could it be?

But it was also impossible; because she had come to report on work, she had been standing at the door for a while and overheard everything.

Watching Han Dong leave, she cautiously knocked on the door.

Xia Meng didn't let her in, but awkwardly opened the door and said, "What is it?"

Her voice was as cold as ever, making Huang Li feel like she was walking on thin ice.

"Ms. Xia. Mr. Zhang from Hengyuan Group has agreed to meet. The meeting place is Shenlan Tea Restaurant."

Xia Meng indicated that she understood, then turned and went back to her room, closing the door behind her.

Her trip to Lin'an to attend her cousin's wedding was just a side trip; her main purpose was to reach a cooperation agreement with local security companies.

However, Zhenwei Group wasn't a large company in Dongyang City, so after arriving here, she made countless phone calls, but very few agreed to meet.

This time, the chairman of Hengyuan Security, Zhang Jianshe, agreed to meet her in person, which was quite unexpected for Xia Meng.

Who was Zhang Jianshe?

He was a prominent figure in Lin'an City. His Hengyuan Group's business scope, in addition to security, also included real estate, catering, investment, and other industries, all of which were doing well.

His personal net worth had already exceeded six billion yuan three years ago.

This kind of person was usually someone Xia Meng considered high and mighty; she never imagined he would have time to see her, instead of just sending some nobody to deal with.

Chapter Three:

The agreed-upon time was noon, and Xia Meng, seeing it was almost ten o'clock, immediately told Huang Li to prepare the car.

The sooner the better; she wanted to leave a good impression and dared not be negligent in the slightest. Zhang Jianshe was an extremely esteemed client to her.

Han Dong only opened the door after hearing footsteps outside and asked what was going on.

Huang Li wanted to answer, but Xia Meng's cold gaze stopped her.

Han Dong didn't care about anything else, casually putting on a t-shirt and following behind the two.

In the entire Xia family, if there was one person Han Dong could maintain a friendly and respectful attitude towards, it was his father-in-law, Xia Longjiang.

Before leaving, Xia Longjiang personally instructed him that Lin'an City was not safe, and that Xia Meng, a woman alone, was in danger; he must take care of her.

Han Dong's seven years of military service taught him the importance of keeping his word. He told his father-in-law he would stay by his side, and he meant it.

In the car, Xia Meng glanced coldly at Han Dong in the rearview mirror.

He was exactly twenty-five years old, and his appearance wasn't unpleasant. On the contrary, he was quite handsome and pleasing to the eye, especially his eyes, which sometimes held a depth that Xia Meng couldn't quite decipher.

At that moment, his forehead was simply bandaged with gauze, clearly showing the effects of the glass she had just drunk, leaving him somewhat listless.

If it weren't for what happened last night, she wouldn't have any prejudice against Han Dong. She might not like him, but since they were on the verge of marriage, she couldn't deny that she wasn't opposed to him.

She and Han Dong had known each other since childhood, but their paths had crossed due to different life circumstances.

She thought of the terrifying and grotesque tattoo she had inadvertently seen on his back that morning.

She had been too emotional at the time to think about it much.

Now, it seemed really strange.

Who in their right mind would get a tattoo like that, a snake-shaped one, coiled all over their back? It

's enough to make anyone shudder. Especially considering the stark contrast between Han Dong's usual demeanor and that tattoo.

Han Dong had no idea what she was thinking, and he kept stealing glances at Xia Meng.

She had changed her clothes, wearing a standard A-line skirt and a white shirt, the top button undone, revealing a glimpse of her snow-capped mountain foot, which made him involuntarily distracted.

God often bestows a beautiful face upon a woman, but not a corresponding figure or temperament.

But Xia Meng was so lucky; apart from her temper, Han Dong couldn't find any flaws in her.

True to her name, she was every normal man's dream.

"Xiao Li, should we turn left up ahead?"

As they passed a fork in the road, Han Dong casually asked his secretary, Huang Li.

The girl was in her early twenties, not particularly beautiful, but radiant and youthful.

Han Dong had a decent relationship with her at the company; they were the kind of colleagues who could joke around.

After Huang Li learned that Han Dong was Xia Meng's husband, her attitude subtly changed. She quickly replied, "Yes, Shenlan Tea Restaurant."

"Is it the one near Huayuan Apartment?"

"Yes, that's it." Then she exclaimed in surprise, "Have you been to Lin'an before?"

Not only her, but Xia Meng was also slightly puzzled.

As far as she knew, Han Dong had been sent to the army by his father when he was in his second year of high school, and he had stayed there for seven years. When did he come to Lin'an?

Han Dong didn't explain, turned around, and drove straight.

After arriving at the tea restaurant, Han Dong parked his car, and Xia Meng and Huang Li got out.

Han Dong waited idly in the car with his earphones in.

The phone rang at this moment. He glanced at the caller ID, smiled, and pressed the answer button: "What's up?"

The person calling was one of his few good friends in Dongyang, named Zheng Wenzhuo, who was also his childhood friend. He was currently living in the same community as Han Dong's father.

"Brother Dong, I heard from Uncle that you were away on a business trip."

"That's right, in Lin'an City."

"When are you coming back?"

Han Dong didn't mince words with him: "Spit it out."

Zheng Wenzhuo chuckled: "I missed you, Brother Dong!" After the joke, Zheng Wenzhuo seriously explained his purpose.

A few friends were starting a small business, and he had come to ask Han Dong if he was interested in investing.

Han Dong said irritably: "I'm so poor I've sold my house, you know that, where would I get the money..."

As they talked, Han Dong noticed out of the corner of his eye that a Mercedes 600 had stopped not far from his car. A man who looked like a secretary got out first and respectfully opened the car door for the middle-aged man who got out after him.

The man was wearing dress pants and a white shirt, and his leather shoes were shiny. He was bald, around forty years old, with a scar on his face that was clearly visible even from a distance, and his face was fleshy and rugged, especially his eyes, which were small and round, filled with a fierce light.

Judging from Han Dong's keen eye, this man had a menacing look and didn't seem like a good person. Seeing him rush straight to Xia Meng's table after entering the tea restaurant, he knew this was the client Xia Meng was going to meet.

...

Xia Meng looked at the middle-aged man who approached her, somewhat hesitantly: "Mr. Zhang?"

She really hadn't expected the chairman of Hengyuan to have such an appearance.

If this man had taken off his suit and put on loose casual clothes, Xia Meng would have thought he was a thug.

Zhang Jianshe's impression was exactly the opposite. He had been to Dongyang and had heard of Xia Meng's name. So when his secretary told him that Xia Meng wanted to discuss business with him, he canceled all his work and made time to come.

Secretly amazed by her looks and temperament, Zhang Jianshe thought to himself that the rumors were indeed true; this Xia Meng was truly a rare beauty.

Her smile softened, and she extended her hand, saying, "President Xia, thank you for waiting."

After confirming his identity, Xia Meng quickly composed herself, smiling as she rose to shake his hand. "I've heard of President Zhang before, but I didn't realize you were so young; I didn't dare recognize you."

Zhang Jianshe felt as if he were holding a ball of water, the soft, smooth touch making him reluctant to let go. Without sitting down,

he forced a smile, saying, "President Xia is even younger and more beautiful. I love dealing with young people like you." His smile revealed a set of unattractive, yellowed teeth, and a subtle, almost imperceptible, fierce glint in his facial muscles, making him quite unsettling.

Xia Meng reluctantly withdrew her hand and called over a waiter, "President Zhang, what would you like to eat?"

Zhang Jianshe's gaze was intense, and after a long pause, he slowly replied, "President Xia, please choose what you like; I'm not hungry."

Xia Meng avoided his gaze, sensing that today's conversation might not go smoothly.

Being a woman, she was particularly perceptive of men's intentions.

Zhang Jianshe barely uttered a few words, his eyes seeming to devour her…

He simply ordered some snacks and a pot of tea. Xia Meng casually poured some into Zhang Jianshe's teacup, smiling as she said, “Mr. Zhang, please try this tea and see if it suits your taste.”

Zhang Jianshe bowed and lit a cigarette: “Xia, I heard a brief explanation from my secretary about your company. This is no problem for me.”

Xia Meng felt relieved: “Mr. Zhang, let me explain the situation to you first. Zhenwei is currently hiring only the most professional bodyguards and security guards. Signing a contract with you guarantees it won't tarnish your company's reputation… As for the price, that's negotiable. I have no other motives right now; I just want these people properly settled…”

Zhang Jianshe understood Xia Meng's meaning. She simply wanted him to help temporarily settle about five hundred bodyguards and security guards at Zhenwei. This was the first step in their cooperation. Also, Xia Meng wanted to sign long-term employee renewal contracts with Hengyuan…

In short, this was a trivial matter for him.

Zhang Jianshe could arrange for hundreds of people to be deployed with a single phone call, and Hengyuan would even profit from it.

However, this was like a lion facing a piece of meat smaller than its palm—it could swallow it whole, but not eating it wouldn't make any difference. Moreover, after meeting Xia Mengren, Zhang Jianshe's interest had completely shifted from business to people.

He interrupted Xia Mengren's introduction and looked at Huang Li: "Secretary, I have something I'd like to discuss with your CEO Xia privately. Could we excuse ourselves for a moment?"

It sounded like he was asking Huang Li's opinion, but there was absolutely no room for negotiation in his words.

Huang Li was currently flipping through the prepared materials, trying to fill in what Xia Meng hadn't finished saying. Hearing this, she paused for a moment, then quickly got up and left.

Once only the two of them were left, Zhang Jianshe adjusted to a most comfortable sitting position: "President Xia, given Zhenwei's current scale, these hundreds of people are probably no small matter, right?"

Xia Meng hesitated for a moment, then frankly said, "President Zhang is very perceptive; that's certainly true."

Zhang Jianshe stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, his eyes fixed on Xia Meng's hand resting on the table. He said casually, "President Xia, how do you take care of your hands? They're so beautiful."

Xia Meng hadn't expected him to steer the conversation from work to her hands so quickly.

She forced a smile and said, "You're really joking."

Zhang Jianshe seemed thoughtful, raising his wrist to look at it: "I have a meeting later, President Xia. How about this? Let's talk at the Huating Hotel tonight; the Chinese restaurant there is quite good."

If Xia Meng still couldn't see through Zhang Jianshe's intentions, she would truly be a naive and innocent girl.

She felt helpless: "Mr. Zhang, I'm so sorry to keep taking up your time."

Zhang Jianshe stood up, his smile particularly unrestrained: "It's not taking up any time at all."

Chapter Four: The Despicable Zhang Jianshe

Xia Meng didn't know who Zhang Jianshe was.

In his younger days, Zhang Jianshe was a complete hoodlum, and even now, he still had ties with some people in the underworld.

His most notorious characteristic was his womanizing; he was not only well-known in Lin'an City, but also notorious for it, a regular at various nightclubs and entertainment venues, never satisfied with just one woman.

When Xia Meng came to discuss business with such an unusual person, it was clear from the start that she would have to pay some price to reach an agreement.

Of course, if it were any other salesperson, Zhang Jianshe probably wouldn't have come. After all, Hengyuan's current market value was in the billions; let alone a security escort group under Zhenwei, even Zhenwei Group itself had no leverage to negotiate cooperation with him.

Stepping outside, the sun was still shining brightly, but her steps felt like they were filled with lead.

Partly due to a lack of rest the previous night, and partly due to a complete lack of vision for Zhenwei's future, Xia Meng

had grown up surrounded by praise. She considered herself the best in every aspect—appearance, ability, and more.

After graduating from one of America's most prestigious business schools, Xia Meng dreamed of how to make a name for herself and develop the family business.

Unfortunately, once she entered the workforce, she realized things were nothing like she had imagined.

In this world, doing business honestly was incredibly difficult. This realization shattered her confidence.

Inside the car, Huang Li was chatting with Han Dong about Zhang Jianshe's strange behavior.

"Han Dong, you don't know how he looks at President Xia… he's definitely not a good person."

She stopped abruptly as Xia Meng approached. She

slammed the door shut and got into the car, instructing, "Back to the hotel."

Han Dong glanced at her furtively. From Huang Li's words, he had basically deduced that Xia Meng's plan to rely on Zhang Jianshe to solve the company's predicament was unrealistic… unless she was willing to sleep with Zhang Jianshe for one night, or several nights.

The thought of this possibility left Han Dong utterly speechless.

He hadn't even figured out his ex-boyfriend Qiu Yuping's situation, and now there was the even more vicious Zhang Jianshe.

No way, he couldn't accept being cuckolded.

"Xia Meng. The company's current problem is those idle security personnel. I think even if we lose some money, we can settle them in Dongyang City..."

Xia Meng, fuming and with nowhere to vent, interrupted Han Dong before he could finish, "What do you know? This isn't a temporary measure. I came to Lin'an City for the company's long-term consideration."

Han Dong retorted, annoyed, "Why are you yelling at me? Why don't you take it out on Zhang Jianshe? That clumsy guy, just slap him across the face!"

Xia Meng didn't want to argue, especially not in front of Huang Li.

Too lazy to deal with Han Dong, who drove her crazy just thinking about him, she gestured for him to stop as they passed a pharmacy.

Han Dong, after a moment's thought, realized something.

Last night, the two of them hadn't used any protection; this woman was probably afraid of getting pregnant…

He wasn't wrong; Xia Meng was indeed worried about that.

At the pharmacy, she acted like a thief. Seeing that there were many customers, she casually strolled around.

She had no idea how to broach the subject or what medicine to buy.

A pharmacy employee noticed her and approached respectfully, saying, "Miss, what medicine would you like to buy?"

Xia Meng looked around to make sure no one was watching, then whispered, "I…" She hesitated for a long time before finally saying, "I'm just looking around."

At that moment, another voice rang out behind her: "Do you have any emergency contraception?"

She turned around abruptly, her face flushing red and then pale. How had that damned Han Dong followed her, and so shamelessly asked her that?

And how did he know she wanted to buy emergency contraception?

But what seemed so difficult to her was actually incredibly simple.

The pharmacy employee asked a few questions, then handed Han Dong a box and told him to pay at the counter.

A moment later, Han Dong paid, didn't even glance at her, put the medicine in his pocket, and walked out of the pharmacy.

"Give it to me."

Xia Meng hurried after him as they left, showing no politeness.

Han Dong smiled and handed her the medicine.

Xia Meng quickly put it in her handbag and headed straight for her car. Just as she passed Han Dong, her high heel landed directly on his foot.

Han Dong's expression changed slightly. Damn it, he kindly helped her buy medicine, and she repays kindness with such ingratitude.

This made it difficult for him to walk for a moment. How could that bitch's heel be so sharp?!

...

At the hotel, Han Dong limped back to his room. After taking off his shoes, he found his feet were bruised.

Head, feet.

Today was simply unlucky.

Because he hadn't slept well last night, he was sleepy now. He took a quick shower and fell asleep as soon as his body hit the bed.

His sleep quality wasn't good; as soon as he fell asleep, nightmares appeared frame by frame like a movie.

Sometimes it was scenes of comrades sacrificing themselves, sometimes it was scenes of being held at gunpoint while on an undercover mission...

death, life.

Han Dong in his dreams was indifferent to everything.

He sat up abruptly, looking exhausted and with vacant eyes, only then noticing that it was already dark.

He sighed, thinking that everything would be alright after retiring. Now he realized he had been too naive.

These tattoos etched into his memory would likely accompany him for the rest of his life.

Feeling a little hungry, he went out to find something and passed by Xia Meng's door. Something occurred to him, and he knocked: "Honey, have you eaten?"

There was no response; it seemed she wasn't home.

He wondered what Xia Meng could be doing so late and instinctively called her secretary, Huang Li.

Upon learning that Huang Li and Xia Meng were at the Huating Hotel, he couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing there? Why didn't you call me?"

"President Xia won't let me in... Han Dong, come quick, something's wrong. Zhang Jianshe won't let me in, I'm afraid something might happen to President Xia..."

Her voice was low and flustered.

Han Dong didn't have time to think, he ran down the stairs without even changing his shoes. He hailed a taxi and went to the Huating Hotel.

He already understood that Zhang Jianshe had probably invited Xia Meng there.

Given that woman's stubborn nature, even if she suspected something was amiss, she would probably still hold onto a sliver of hope.

But Han Dong was a man, he wouldn't have any such sliver of hope.

Regardless of whether Xia Meng intended to offer herself to Zhang Jianshe, he was Xia Meng's husband, and he absolutely wouldn't allow such a thing to happen.

The Huating Hotel wasn't far from his hotel, it only took about five minutes to get there.

Han Dong immediately saw Xia Meng's red BMW R8.

Huang Li was the only one inside. Han Dong went up and knocked on the window. As soon as the glass rolled down, he hurriedly asked, "What happened?"

"I don't know either. It's been almost an hour, and I still can't get through to President Xia on the phone..."

Huang Li looked anxious, seeing Han Dong as if he had found her pillar of support.

Han Dong asked a few more questions and learned that Xia Meng was in the Chinese restaurant. He quickly went inside.

But there were hardly any customers in the Chinese restaurant at the moment, so there was no sign of Xia Meng.

He had a bad feeling. It was obvious that Xia Meng was still in the hotel.

If she wasn't on the first floor, where would she be?

The upper floors were all guest rooms. Could it be that she had already checked into a room with Zhang Jianshe?

Thinking of this, Han Dong cursed under his breath and strode into the elevator.

Given Zhang Jianshe's status, if he were checking into a room, he would probably choose the presidential suite. In general, such rooms in hotels are like sightseeing rooms, either on the top floor or one or two floors below.

Han Dong pressed the button for the 48th floor and then checked each one one by one.

His luck was pretty good. He'd just reached the 49th floor when he saw a familiar face in the corridor – the secretary who'd opened the car door for Zhang Jianshe that afternoon.

Besides him were two other well-dressed, muscular men, seemingly bodyguards.

They were talking intimately and mysteriously.

As Han Dong approached, he overheard some sensitive and crucial words:

woman, drugged, Mr. Zhang, video…

Without even thinking, Han Dong knew that Xia Meng and Zhang Jianshe were in the room, and that the stupid woman had been drugged without his knowledge. A

surge of anger welled up inside Han Dong, his eyes darkening.

“Who are you!”

One of the bodyguards noticed Han Dong approaching and stepped forward to shove him.

Before he could even touch him, his wrist was grabbed by the other's single hand.

The irreversible force made the bodyguard's eyes widen, and he kicked out, yelling, “You son of a bitch…” He

couldn't utter a word before feeling like he'd been hit by a train. The bodyguard groaned and stumbled backward, clutching his stomach as he crashed heavily against the wall.

The bodyguards who followed Zhang Jianshe were no ordinary people; they had even killed people. It would be a fool not to see Han Dong's ill intentions now. Seeing this,

another bodyguard immediately drew his dagger, instinctively assuming the newcomer was Zhang Jianshe's enemy.

Unfortunately, before the dagger could even be aimed at Han Dong, the bodyguard clutched his throat, making a hoarse, ghostly sound, unable to utter a sound.

Chapter Five

: The Stupid Woman. Zhang Jianshe was practically bursting with excitement.

From the moment he saw Xia Meng that afternoon, his mind had been like a runaway horse, impossible to control. Over the years, Zhang Jianshe had seen many women, but one with Xia Meng's beauty and temperament was truly unique!

Upon seeing her, Zhang Jianshe never imagined she could escape his grasp.

Initially, he hadn't considered using drugs; he had repeatedly tested her, confirming she was the type who wouldn't listen to reason, before resorting to this last resort.

The drug was a water-inducing powder, brought back from abroad by a friend. Its effects were similar to a stronger version of sleeping pills; one ordinary pill was enough to put a woman into a state of utter intoxication, her mind clouded.

This wasn't Zhang Jianshe's first time doing this; he was incredibly experienced.

No matter what kind of woman, after the deed was done, taking a few photos and recording a video would guarantee she'd be obediently groveling at his feet.

So even though he was burning with impatience, he still set up a miniature camera first. The process itself was a kind of urgent enjoyment.

Having done all this, Zhang Jianshe then looked with great interest at the completely asleep Xia Meng.

Her face was flushed from the medication, her eyes tightly closed, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, captivating.

She wore a long dress, and the exposed half of her calves was as smooth and delicate as jade, making Zhang Jianshe unable to resist placing his hand on them to savor the sensation.

The touch was cool, smooth, and soft; just touching her skin made his breathing rise and fall like a bellows.

His hands trembled slightly as he lingered, caressing the woman's firm, smooth, and youthful skin, marveling at it.

Xia Meng seemed to sense something, her legs awkwardly crossing, and she unconsciously made a sound.

The sounds, like celestial music, caused all of Zhang Jianshe's reason to crumble. He pounced on her recklessly, his lips raining down on Xia Meng's face and neck.

"Baby, my little baby, tonight you're mine."

Xia Meng was awakened by the sudden weight. Opening her eyes, she saw a fleshy face looming before her, reeking of alcohol and other smells, making her feel nauseous.

"You... what are you doing..."

Xia Meng tried to struggle, but she had no strength at all; even moving a finger was difficult.

She had been drugged. She finally realized that someone had put a drug in her juice.

Despite all her precautions, even avoiding alcohol, she hadn't expected Zhang Jianshe to be so audacious.

She was filled with shame and anger, yet she couldn't die.

"President Xia, you'll find out what I'm going to do soon enough!"

Zhang Jianshe's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the stunningly beautiful face so close to his own, lifting Xia Meng's skirt. The glimpse of green lace at the edge of her dress made Zhang Jianshe's excitement almost explode.

Xia Meng was furious and helpless, unable to resist.

Her resistance was not only ineffective, but it also made Zhang Jianshe even more anxious. After several failed attempts to remove Xia Meng's skirt, he ripped the shoulder strap off completely.

Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out at the door.

Startled from his passion, Zhang Jianshe roared angrily, "Who the hell dares to utter another sound? I'll kill him!"

Although he was nominally the chairman of a large company, his volatile temper hadn't changed over the years. Even if it had improved somewhat, at this moment, he was absolutely capable of murder. As soon as he

finished speaking, a loud bang rang out, and the door was kicked open.

Zhang Jianshe saw the person who entered, a handsome young man of about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, none other than Han Dong.

"Do you fucking know whose room this is..."

Zhang Jianshe knew something was wrong. Although startled, his tone was extremely calm, yet contained a hidden threat of anger. He was also surprised that his bodyguards hadn't stopped this man; how had he gotten in?

Han Dong ignored him, his gaze shifting to the hotel bed. He saw Xia Meng, her eyes slightly open, disheveled, her face streaked with tears.

A flash of coldness crossed his eyes. His fist clenched, cracking as it struck. His knuckles turned white, and with almost no pause, he delivered a powerful punch.

Zhang Jianshe tried to dodge, but the fist drew ever closer, leaving him no chance to escape.

A crack echoed as his nose broke.

Zhang Jianshe screamed, completely stunned by the blow.

Han Dong's violence surged, grabbing Zhang Jianshe's collar and relentlessly punching him.

He didn't care about Zhang Jianshe's identity; he only knew the other was a beast.

The miniature camera—(for more details, follow the WeChat official account [Yu Xiao Novels] and reply with 128 to continue reading the exciting story!)—made Han Dong guess what the other was up to.

It was unimaginable what would have happened to Xia Meng if he had arrived even half an hour later. Given her proud nature, such an insult would likely have robbed her of the will to live.

After delivering several punches, Han Dong stopped when Zhang Jianshe's cries gradually weakened and he lay limp as a rag doll.

Behind him stood two dumbfounded bodyguards, completely at a loss. They hadn't expected Han Dong to be so audacious, daring to brutally beat Zhang Jianshe, and the beating was so swift that they'd forgotten to intervene.

"You, you..."

Han Dong ignored them, bending down to forcibly pull the feigning-death Zhang Jianshe

to his feet. Despite his not-so-strong arms, Zhang Jianshe, weighing nearly 180 pounds, felt weightless in Han Dong's hands. It was hard to believe that such incredible strength came from Han Dong's slender frame.

"What did you do to her?"

Zhang Jianshe was enveloped in an atmosphere that sent chills down his spine.

He subconsciously answered, "Inducing... inducing water powder, a kind of special sleeping pill, harmless to the human body." Han Dong breathed a sigh of relief and let him go. He took out his phone, which was recording, and snapped several photos of the room and Xia Meng lying on the bed. Then he dragged the lifeless Zhang Jianshe out, slammed the door shut, and locked it.

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