The Rise of a Special Forces Soldier Abandoned by a Wealthy Family

At the entrance of Yueting Garden, the lights are dazzling, making the night sky look like daytime.

Zeng Long stood alone, his simple casual clothes unable to conceal his upright posture, his expression calm and unwavering, as if he had just come to attend an ordinary gathering.

However, when his deep eyes swept over the dazzling entrance, a subtle sharpness would occasionally flash across them, like a dragon lying still in the abyss, not yet leaping, but already gathering its strength.

"Zeng Long, it must be so boring standing here all by yourself. I'll wait with you." Zeng Lingyu walked gracefully to his side, her voice sweet, her face bearing a perfectly timed smile, but her eyes involuntarily revealed a concern that went beyond that of classmates.

As soon as she finished speaking, her cousins ​​Zeng Yuan and Zeng Ke came over like two happy little birds.

"Since Sister Xiaoyu is here, of course we should join in too!"

Zeng Yuan said with a grin, then turned to Zeng Long and winked playfully, "Brother Long, the three of us sisters will act as your doormen to make things easier for you, so you'd better remember this favor!"

Looking at the three youthful and affectionate faces before him, especially Zeng Yuan and Zeng Ke's unreserved way of calling him "Brother Long," Zeng Long felt a faint warmth seep into the long-frozen door of his heart, causing it to loosen slightly.

A slight, genuine smile played at the corners of his lips as he nodded. "Okay, thank you."

Just then, a cool and elegant figure appeared at the door.

Yan Rugo has arrived. Her choice today was clearly well-considered—

A well-tailored classic double-breasted A-line coat perfectly accentuates the figure. Paired with a turtleneck sweater and skinny jeans, it combines style and warmth, while simple high heels add a touch of sophistication.

She was neither overly flamboyant nor impolite, displaying her status and taste in just the right way.

"Sister Ruge, you've finally arrived! I thought you were really going to break off our friendship," Zeng Lingyu said with a smile.

"Xiaoyu, you've already threatened to 'break up' with us, how could I dare not come?"

Yan Ruge smiled slightly at Zeng Lingyu, her tone carrying a familiar teasing tone, but her clear and wise eyes immediately fell on Zeng Long.

"Hello, Zeng Long," she said, speaking calmly.

"Hello, Ruge," Zeng Long replied, his gaze briefly meeting hers. He maintained his calm yet slightly languid demeanor, making it impossible to discern his emotions.

Yan Ruge's gaze lingered on Zeng Long's face for a moment, trying to catch any trace of abnormality beneath his calm and expressionless face, but to no avail.

She then greeted Zeng Yuan and Zeng Ke with a smile, but her doubts only deepened.

Why are Zeng Long's three beloved daughters all here, accompanying him to welcome his classmates? This cannot be explained by the word "boredom".

This unusual closeness rekindled the fragmented clues about Zeng Long's identity in her mind, making her desire to piece them together even stronger.

She stood to the side, outwardly composed, but inwardly like the most astute observer, not missing a single detail.

Just then, several luxury minibuses slowly drove up and came to a smooth stop at the entrance of Yuetingyuan. The doors opened, and the students from Class 2 of the Economics Department of Beijing University of Technology filed out.

"Brother Long!" "Zeng Long!" The students greeted Zeng Long warmly when they saw him waiting at the door.

Zhu Yiqun, Du Ziteng, Hao Shuai, and others immediately came out to greet them.

Upon seeing this, Zeng Lingyu immediately put on a bright smile, quickly stepped forward, and inquired with concern, as if she were the hostess:

"Did everyone have a smooth journey?" Her actions were natural and affectionate, as if she were part of Zeng Long's group.

Zeng Long also greeted his classmates with a gentle smile and a nod, his gaze sweeping over the familiar and excited faces.

At this moment, the hostess immediately led the students from Beijing University of Technology into the lobby. As soon as they entered the lobby, the students were like Grandma Liu who had just entered a fairyland, trying their best to suppress their shock and curiosity.

The boys instinctively straightened their backs, straightened their ill-fitting collars, and tried to appear calm and composed; the girls exchanged excited glances, marveling softly at the luxury before them, both thrilled and inevitably reserved.

Sun Xiaomeng and a few other senior students appeared somewhat composed, but their eyes couldn't hide their curiosity about such a top-tier venue.

"My goodness... even TV dramas wouldn't dare film this place like this, would they?"

"Look at that crystal chandelier! How much does it cost?"

"Shh... Keep your voice down, don't embarrass Zeng Long..."

"Just who are Zeng Long and Zeng Lingyu? They just invite people to a place like this without warning..."

Immersed in novelty and excitement, they were completely unaware that they had transformed from innocent students in an ivory tower into "fish in the mud" caught in the crossfire of various forces.

Zeng Long, the mysterious and powerful classmate in their eyes, is the "dragon" that is about to stir up trouble in this deep pool.