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

Inside the private room, the atmosphere reached a subtle climax due to the successive visits of Zeng Xuan, Teng Ao, and other young men from Beijing.

Although the students were engrossed in the food and conversation, an indescribable excitement and anticipation still filled the air.

All eyes, whether directly or indirectly, remained fixed on Zeng Long, who remained remarkably calm in the main seat.

Amidst the aftershocks of this uproar, a serene figure, holding a glass of sparkling champagne, gracefully approached Zeng Long like a snow lotus quietly blooming on an iceberg. It was Yan Rugo.

She wore a smile she had never seen before, a smile that was just right, neither overly warm nor lacking her usual aloofness; her voice was clear and crisp, like the clinking of jade stones.

"Zeng Long, you're a true celebrity at Jingqing University now. Tonight, those toasting you are all well-known young men in Beijing. I'd like to take advantage of this opportunity; may I offer you a drink?"

As soon as the words were spoken, an eerie silence fell over the previously noisy private room!

Almost all of Yan Rugo's classmates were frozen in place, as if they had been put on a spell.

Who is Yan Rugo?

She was the icy goddess of Jingqing University, with a mysterious family background, high aspirations, and indifferent to any suitors!

Normally, she would not show such a gentle and warm smile to boys, and she was usually aloof and reserved even to her female roommates.

At this moment, she actually took the initiative to toast Zeng Long, and her words even carried a rare hint of teasing.

This was an even more astonishing sight than Yueting Garden itself! Countless gazes swept back and forth between Zeng Long and Yan Ruge, filled with disbelief and curiosity.

Zeng Long raised his eyes, his deep pupils reflecting Yan Rugo's seemingly relaxed yet tense figure.

His face remained expressionless, as if he had not noticed anything unusual about his surroundings, nor was he moved in the slightest by the icy beauty's initiative.

He slowly rose, picked up his wine glass, and spoke in a languid yet clear tone:

"Ru Ge, you're too kind and think too highly of me. Tonight's event was all thanks to Xiao Yu's help in organizing it. I really don't deserve this kind of praise."

He changed the subject slightly, his gaze meeting Yan Rugo's probing eyes in mid-air. "However, you did help me a lot with my matter a while ago. It's only right and proper that I toast you tonight to show my gratitude."

His response was impeccable, humbly distancing himself from any "power" while attributing his gratitude to his previous "speaking out for justice," cleverly avoiding the probing questions about the "young master of the capital" in Yan Rugo's words.

Yan Ruge inwardly praised her, "Impressive!" but her smile grew even sweeter, tinged with a hint of slyness.

"Hehe, Zeng Long has a really good memory. Indeed, my little contribution might have actually played a role at a crucial moment. But..."

She deliberately dragged out her words, her slender fingers gently swirling the champagne in her glass, causing the bubbles to rise. "You think you can just fob me off with one glass of wine? That doesn't seem very sincere."

Her gaze swept over Zeng Long's wine glass, which had been emptied several times, and her tone shifted to a seemingly considerate yet forceful one:

"I see you're the host tonight, and you've had quite a bit to drink. I don't want to be seen as the one who got the host drunk. How about this, I'll help you one more time. Just this one drink tonight, and the rest... you can toast me properly next time, separately. What do you think, Zeng Long?"

She emphasized the word "alone" very lightly, yet it carried an undeniable air of authority.

This was practically a blatant invitation, extending its inquiries directly into the depths of Zeng Long's personal domain.

A fleeting, almost imperceptible look of surprise flashed across Zeng Long's eyes, quickly transforming into a knowing, playful expression.

The faint smile at the corner of his mouth seemed to deepen slightly as he raised his glass in a gesture of acknowledgment.

"Hehe, sure. It's my honor to have such understanding from a beautiful lady, and to make a date for next time."

"bite--"

Two wine glasses gently clinked together, producing a crisp, melodious sound. The sound was soft, yet it was like an invisible ripple, instantly stirring the two very different emotions within them.

Zeng Long felt puzzled and wary:

Why is Yan Rugo, who is usually as cold as ice, suddenly being so proactive? What is her purpose? Is it merely curiosity, or does she represent some intention of other forces?

Yan Rugo, however, was filled with curiosity and urgency: Zeng Long's reaction was too calm, almost perfectly calm, which only confirmed her suspicions. She had to quickly tear through this fog and see his true colors.

Each with their own thoughts, just as they were about to drink this meaningful cup of wine—

"Bang!"

The door to the private room was suddenly flung open! A boy of about seventeen or eighteen years old, his face filled with panic, rushed in. His hair was disheveled, his clothes were rumpled, and his eyes scanned the room frantically before locking onto Yan Rugo. He cried out in a tearful voice:

Sister Ruge! Something terrible has happened! Brother Yan Hai... Brother Yan Hai is fighting with someone!

Over at Tingchao Pavilion! A lot of people have arrived. Yan Hai is bleeding heavily from his head. He says…

He said he was determined to kill those bastards today! Brother Teng Ao was trying to persuade him, but he couldn't stop him at all! You should go and take a look!

"What?!" Yan Rugo and Zeng Lingyu exclaimed almost simultaneously, standing up abruptly.

Zeng Yuan and Zeng Ke immediately stood up as well, their faces filled with tension.

The Yan family and the Zeng family are old friends. These younger women have known each other since childhood and have a very close relationship. When they heard that Yan Hai had an accident and that there was blood, they were all panicked.

Yan Ruge's composure was instantly replaced by anxiety and anger. She didn't even have time to say anything to Zeng Long, only quickly saying:

"Zeng Long, I'm sorry, something happened to my younger brother at home, and I have to go there immediately!" After saying that, he hurriedly followed the boy who brought the news to the door.

"Sister Rugo, wait for me, I'm coming too!" Zeng Lingyu followed without hesitation, followed closely by Zeng Yuan and Zeng Ke. They were like sisters to Yan Rugo, and naturally couldn't stand idly by at this moment.

Zeng Long glanced at the few seats that had suddenly become empty, and especially at Zeng Lingyu's hurried departure, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly.

Yan Hai got into a fight? On Teng Ao's turf, even Teng Ao couldn't stop him? This matter seems unusual.

He hesitated for a moment, looked at Yan Ruge's retreating figure, and asked in a raised voice:

"Ruge, do you need any help?" The tone was calm, yet carried a reliable sense of strength.

Yan Ruge paused, quickly glancing back at Zeng Long with a complex expression, a mixture of gratitude and stubborn reluctance to be implicated.

"Thank you! No need for now, Xiaoyu and I will go check the situation first!" After saying that, she and the others quickly disappeared through the door.