Ten o’clock in the evening.

Jiang Mianmian made her escape from the heavily guarded presidential palace and met up with Gong Qiao, who came to her rescue in his dark red streamlined supercar, outside the high walls of the mansion.

She climbed into the front passenger seat and slammed the door shut while gasping for air.

The young lady in a seductive, form-fitting black dress had fair and delicate skin and a palm-sized oval-shaped face that looked tender and lovely, giving others an impression of a ceramic doll at first glance. Despite that, her ruddy lips were captivating and alluring.

She rolled her eyes when she sensed the guy sizing her up. “What are you looking at? Focus on driving!”

Judging from her current attitude, he could not help worrying about her. “Sis Mian, uncle has placed strict orders this time. If you run away like that, tomorrow morning…”

Her lips slightly curled up in a sneer as she proficiently took a can of beer from his car and gulped down several mouthfuls of the beverage. “If I don’t run away, I’ll be sent to the special military training site tomorrow morning and perhaps be trapped there for a year or so. Gong Qiao, are you intending to visit me there?”

The two were childhood friends who were deemed, by the rich kids of their circle, as the duo of fiends who would commit all sorts of imaginable misdeeds. Nonetheless, what his buddy was about to do tonight… terrified him a little

At his cowering, she glared at him fiercely with a frown. “Where’re the pills? Take them out!”

Gong Qiao, who was used to obeying her, handed the pills over to her, even though he could not resist advising her, “These pills are potent. It’s best if you don’t eat them. Also, as for your plan to sleep with Zhan Muqian… it’s best if you shelve the ide—”

Before he could finish saying the word ‘idea’, the lass had already popped three pills into her mouth and washed them down with beer.

It shocked him so much he could hardly hold the steering wheel properly. “Sis… you’ve overdosed on those pills…”

…

At No. 8 campsite of the special military training site.

As soon as Jiang Mianmian learned that her target was currently inspecting a new model of the latest fighter aircraft, she headed straight to the tarmac in the war zone without a moment’s delay.

The guard did not bar her entry and instead, just watched her barge in after learning that she was the president’s eldest daughter.

On her stilettos, she stepped on board the aircraft as the skirt of her spaghetti-strap little black dress fluttered in the wind. It scared the guard so much that he kept his head down lest he witness something he should not.

…

In the cockpit sat a tall man in a highly-ranked military officer’s uniform with a solemn look. When she barged into the cockpit, he was staring at the numbers on the dashboard as he reviewed them.

Running straight into his arms, the nimble and wild little lass parted her fair, long legs and sat across his legs while hooking her fair, soft arms around his neck.

Who was Zhan Muqian?

He was the influential general of A Nation who was capable of making the government’s cabinet shake thrice if he so much as let out a cough. Even the president had to greet this behind-the-scenes ruler of the military world with much courtesy.

This lassie, however, was not intimidated by him. Leaning in, she gently cooed into his ear. “General Zhan, I apologize for tonight’s offense.”

Imperceptibly, the poker-faced man knitted his brows. The body temperature of the woman on his thighs was running outrageously high, and even though she had her arms around him, she appeared to be teetering. With his lips slightly pursed, he steadied her waist with his broad palms. “What do you want to do, Jiang Mianmian?”

Naturally, he knew the girl. She was the president’s eldest daughter and also the biggest headache of their family.

According to the agreement, the president would personally send this said daughter to the special forces at 9 AM the next day. The former even requested him to keep a tight rein over this problematic lass.

Her soft and fair little hand reached for his pants’ zipper as she fumbled with it to pull it down. The smile on her red lips was seductive. “Isn’t it obvious? I wanna f*ck you!”

The man’s gaze cooled slightly. “Need Ms. Jiang resort to such an aggressive method to escape the fate of entering the military camp?”

Her face flushed red as her body got increasingly hot. Gong Qiao did not lie to her, indeed; those pills were truly potent. She reckoned that she could definitely get it on with Zhan Muqian now.

With hooked lips, she lay her head on his shoulders and enunciated, “Uncle Zhan, that scoundrel-president father of mine wants to send me to your unit. I’m a girl, though! I don’t wanna join the army. I even hate military training! I don’t wanna be locked up and suntanned! So, the only way out… is to sleep with you!”

The president wanted to send his daughter for special training under General Zhan, A Nation’s most courageous and combative general.

Very well. I’ll screw this general, then. Let’s see if he dares to conduct ‘special training’ on me.

However, there was not a ripple of expression in Zhan Muqian’s handsome and frigid countenance. It was as though he was a cold and emotionless weapon.

He watched the gutsy lass pull down her panties and attempted to lower herself…

His lips hooked upward in a rare smile, his laughter sounding sexy yet mocking at the same time. “Lass, are you sure you want to sit right on me? You’ll faint from the pain.”