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

Despite her immense grief and dizziness, Zeng Ting tried to save her sister-in-law while using her last shred of sanity to dial the phone number of the Zeng family's old residence.

When Grandpa Zeng and Grandma Zeng heard this news over the phone—a news that was like a thunderbolt from the blue!

The old lady let out a scream, cried out in agony, "My grandson!", and then collapsed unconscious.

As if struck by a giant hammer, Old Master Zeng sprang up from his armchair, only to fall back down heavily, clutching his chest with one hand!

His face instantly turned cyanotic, and his breathing became rapid, terrifying the guards around him.

They immediately called for medical help and frantically fed him emergency medication, trying their best to help him catch his breath. He finally managed to catch his breath.

"Investigate... Investigate!!!" The first words the old man uttered after regaining consciousness were a roar, strained with bloodshot veins and filled with boundless rage, delivered with all his might:

Get to the bottom of this!

Who on earth is it?! Which damned bastard dares to steal the bloodline of my Zeng family?!

I will find him! My Zeng family will fight him to the death!

Soon, all the core members of the Zeng family in Beijing, as well as the family members who rushed back upon hearing the news, were urgently summoned back to the old man's courtyard house.

The living room was brightly lit, but the atmosphere was so heavy and oppressive, like a funeral home.

Zeng Sheng helped He Jing, who had just been revived but looked as if her soul had been ripped out, her face pale and her eyes vacant.

The cold DNA report was placed on the coffee table in the center of the living room.

Dead silence.

All eyes were on the report, and shock, anger, disbelief, immense grief, and a sense of shame at being fooled were intertwined on everyone's faces.

"How... how did this happen?! When did it occur?!"

An uncle asked in a trembling voice, his voice filled with shock and anger.

He Jing sat there, looking lost and dejected, like a beautifully crafted puppet.

Under extreme pain and stimulation, a fleeting, incredibly subtle moment, buried deep within a memory of fourteen years, resurfaced, a moment that had been overlooked countless times:

Suddenly, everything became crystal clear—in the delivery room after giving birth, extreme exhaustion caused her to fall into a deep sleep!

For what seemed like an extremely brief moment, my heart felt a slight, almost imperceptible, stinging pain…

At the time, she also asked her husband, Zeng Sheng, to watch the child…

She grabbed Zeng Sheng's arm suddenly, her nails digging almost into his flesh, her voice hoarse and broken:

A hospital… It’s a hospital!

I'm so tired after giving birth...

The old man had just put Long'er back in the hospital... when a nurse came in, hugged Yu'er first, and then hugged Long'er.

When she held Yu'er, she didn't turn around, and at that moment, I suddenly felt an immense pang of pain in my heart... Just for a second... When the nurse held Long'er, she turned around for about a second... and then... I didn't pay attention at the time...

All the clues connected instantly! A switch! It must have happened in the hospital!

It happened right after the baby was born, when the mother was at her weakest, most exhausted, and most unprepared!

A meticulously planned and extremely malicious conspiracy!

"Investigate! Turn that hospital upside down! Turn up every single person who handled the case back then! Every file! Every surveillance video (even though surveillance wasn't widespread back then)! Don't let a single fly escape!"

Grandpa Zeng's eyes were bloodshot, like a furious ancient lion, his whiskers and hair standing on end.

He grabbed the red secure telephone in his study and personally dialed one number after another, calling his old subordinates and comrades-in-arms in the security department, the General Staff, the public security system, and even the highest supervisory agency.

His voice trembled with rage, yet it contained an undeniable, terrifying power capable of unleashing a tidal wave.

The sky over Beijing seemed to be instantly shrouded by an invisible, low-pressure thunderstorm cloud.

The Zeng family's massive warship trembled violently due to this earth-shattering event, radiating a suffocating rage and destructive killing intent.

At the same time, the operating room lights finally went out.

The doctor emerged wearily, bringing with him yet another heavy piece of news:

Although Zeng Linglong's life was saved, he suffered severe head trauma and intracranial damage, falling into a deep coma... The possibility of him waking up is extremely low, and he can almost be classified as... a vegetative state.

This boy, once showered with love and affection, this arrogant and domineering "eldest grandson" of the Zeng family—

He lies quietly in his hospital bed, his life sustained by a ventilator.

He knew nothing about the enormous storm he had unleashed that swept through the entire family, nor about his own mysterious origins.

The aftershocks of this storm are spreading at an alarming rate to the highest echelons of the capital.

Such a shocking secret cannot be concealed.

The news that Zeng's eldest grandson was not his biological son and was in a vegetative state was like a nuclear bomb thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up huge waves.

Upon hearing the news, all the major families were shocked and horrified.

Most people chose to remain silent, or let out a sigh that was complex and tinged with a sense of shared sorrow.

The Zeng family is currently on the verge of a volcanic eruption, and no one is willing to provoke this enraged lion at this time.

However, in the study of the Chen family's deep courtyard, the scene was quite different.

After listening to his eldest son Chen Jiping's detailed report in a low voice, Old Master Chen Guoqing remained silent for a long time, only rhythmically and gently tapping the precious rosewood tabletop with his fingers.

After a long while, a complex and unfathomable expression appeared on his usually serious and stern face—

Deep within those profound eyes lay a chilling sense of triumph and immense relief.

He waved his hand gently, dismissing his son, and remained silent throughout.

Chen Jiping bowed and left, gently closing the door behind him.

Inside the study, Chen Guoqing walked slowly to the window, gazing at the deep night outside. Finally, he couldn't help but curl a cold and profound smile at the corners of his mouth.

The Zeng family lost its composure, and its greatest hidden danger and threat destroyed itself in a way that no one had anticipated.

The Chen family didn't even need to expend a single soldier; this situation... it's as if even God is helping them.

Upon receiving the news, Chen Yifeng merely raised an eyebrow slightly, as if he had heard a boring ending that was both unexpected and, upon reflection, quite reasonable.

He lowered his head and continued fiddling with the unfinished chess game on the table, gently moving a piece and muttering to himself in a detached tone:

"As expected, even the last bit of value they had vanished in such an aesthetically displeasing way. Useless is always useless; boring."

His tone contained no surprise, no pity, only a cold indifference beyond his years, a profound understanding of the ugliness of human nature, and a touch of utter boredom.

Where are the true descendants of the Zeng family now? Are they alive or dead?

The fake "Zeng Linglong" is now bedridden and unconscious.

A bloody storm of searching for relatives and a political earthquake that will shake the entire capital has only just begun.

The gears of fate, amidst endless darkness and bloodshed, emitted a heavy and cruel roar.