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

Having completed the external deployment, Zeng Sheng did not linger. He straightened his military cap and collar, and his eyes regained their calmness.

He led a guard company composed entirely of elite soldiers, and with steady and powerful steps, he stepped onto the gleaming steps of Yueting Garden, heading straight for the door that now seemed to separate two worlds.

As he stepped across the threshold into the brightly lit yet eerily atmospheric hall, even this seasoned general, who had weathered countless storms and witnessed life and death on the battlefield—

The sight before him caused his pupils to contract sharply, and he instinctively gasped.

Within sight, there was only devastation and a chilling atmosphere!

The most glaring sight was the row of young men kneeling on the ground in unison, looking like defeated roosters.

The surrounding young men and women, also from distinguished backgrounds, stood silently, their faces as pale as paper.

At the very center of the lobby's atmosphere, the source of all fear and pressure, stood a young man with a posture as upright as a pine tree and a face as cold as ice.

He stood there, as if he were the stabilizing force of the entire space.

His facial features were distinct, and he bore a striking resemblance to himself... by about five or six points!

Especially the resolute look between his brows and those deep, cold eyes, they were almost identical.

The young man's eyes were colder and sharper, as if they contained an endless storm and the weight of a lifetime of experience.

This is... Zeng Long?

This is his son who has been living away from home for more than ten years, whom he worries about day and night, is extremely proud of, and is also extremely heartbroken for!

Just as Zeng Sheng was shaken to his core, and his gaze met the young man's icy eyes—

"Dad!" A clear voice rang out, filled with surprise, dependence, and a hint of grievance.

Standing next to Zeng Long, Zeng Lingyu couldn't help but shout when she saw her father suddenly appear.

That cry of "Dad" was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up a monstrous wave in Zeng Long's frozen heart!

Zeng Long's body stiffened almost imperceptibly.

His gaze lingered on Zeng Sheng's face, on his own face so similar to Zeng Sheng's, and at that moment he looked at him with an incredibly complex expression, a mixture of indescribable tenderness and a hint of...

A cautious, even humble, look of guilt lingered as she gazed intently at herself.

Father… This unfamiliar and heavy word—

The familiar yet unfamiliar face before him struck Zeng Long like two invisible hammers, slamming into his heart, which had been frozen for over a decade, and filled with thoughts of family.

Deep within her frozen heart, it was as if a gaping wound had been forcibly torn open, releasing countless emotions that had been suppressed and sealed away for so long—

The longing for family affection, the resentment over being switched and abandoned, the struggle for acceptance, the contradiction between getting close yet fearing being hurt...

Like a flood bursting its banks, it surged wildly into his heart, crashing against his incredibly strong dam of reason.

The cold lines on his face seemed to soften for a moment.

Their eyes met. On one side was his father, a man of high position and iron will throughout his life, yet now his heart was surging with emotion, filled with guilt and anticipation.

On one side is a son who grew up like a lone wolf, constantly accompanied by killing, but whose heart is now being stirred by this sudden blood-related eye contact.

The air seemed to freeze completely at that moment.

Time seemed to stand still for their first eye contact, which had been more than a decade overdue and under such special circumstances.