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

Just then, Yin Hang's phone rang like a lifesaver, breaking the suffocating silence in the room.

He quickly answered the phone, his tone urgent:

"Chairman Ye! Good, good! You and your wife wait at the door for a moment, don't leave! I'll come pick you up right away! Right away!"

After hanging up the phone, Yin Hang didn't dare look at Zeng Long and Ye Feng's frightening eyes, and turned to Teng Ao:

"Young Master Teng, Chairman Ye and his wife have arrived at the door."

Zeng Long spoke immediately, his voice carrying an undeniable determination:

"President Teng, you, along with President Yin and President Du, go to the door immediately and greet Uncle Ye and Auntie!"

He glanced at Ye Feng, whose eyes were bulging with impatience and who was almost about to rush out, and shook his head slightly, signaling him to calm down.

Before long, Teng Ao, Yin Hang, and Du Hanyuan, like stars surrounding the moon, accompanied the anxious Ye Zhenkang and Zhou Simin back to Tengge Hall.

At this moment, Ye Zhenkang and his wife were filled with immense confusion and a touch of flattery.

They could clearly sense that Teng Ao's gaze was filled with unprecedented respect, while Yin Hang and Du Hanyuan's gazes were filled with an almost flattering excitement.

However, upon entering the hall, they were stunned by the sight before them.

The center of the hall was a mess, with a fat man lying on the ground covered in blood, his hand still pinned to the ground by a dagger;

On the other side, a man whose face was swollen like a pig's head collapsed on the ground;

Another young man knelt to the side, his face pale.

All the guests fell silent, their gazes fixed on them with complex emotions.

What truly shook Zhou Simin to her core was the cold young man standing in the center, his eyes moist, staring intently at them.

For some reason, seeing this young man evoked an indescribable sense of familiarity and a heart-wrenching pain in her heart.

Zeng Long immediately went to greet him, his tone filled with sincere apology and respect:

"Uncle Ye, Auntie! Hello! My name is Zeng Long. I'm so sorry I upset you earlier. Please rest assured, I will definitely get justice for you!"

"You...you...you just said your name is Zeng...Long?" Ye Zhenkang felt like his brain was about to crash, and his tongue was even tied in knots.

"Yes, my name is Zeng Long." Zeng Long nodded firmly.

"Ah!" Ye Zhenkang and Zhou Simin opened their mouths wide at the same time, wide enough to fit an egg.

Zeng Long, the legendary name considered taboo, was now standing right in front of them, addressing them with such respect as "uncle and aunt"!

They even said they would seek justice for them?! This...this must be a dream! A bizarre, unimaginable dream!

Zeng Long understood their shock and confusion at that moment, and gestured to Teng Ao.

Teng Ao immediately understood and made a call to have a room key for a top-tier suite delivered.

Seeing Teng Ao's obsequious attitude towards Zeng Long, Ye Zhenkang finally realized what was going on—

This Zeng Long is that real, forbidden being with boundless power!

But a greater question arose in his mind: why would such a person treat this down-on-their-luck couple with such courtesy?

Zeng Long took the room key and instructed Yan Hai:

"You guys keep an eye on them. Let them make the calls as they please. I'll deal with them after I've finished this."

His tone was calm, yet it carried the weight of a final verdict.

Then, he turned to the still bewildered Ye Zhenkang and his wife, his tone gentle yet firm:

"Uncle, Aunt, please don't be nervous. Don't worry, I'm here today, no one can hurt you in the slightest."

After saying that, he led Ye Zhenkang, Zhou Simin, Ye Feng (whose eyes never left his parents), Tie Zhu, and Xiao Ya, under the watchful eyes of everyone, away from this place of trouble and headed to the quiet suite that had been prepared.

After Zeng Long and the others left, the pressure in the Tengge Hall seemed to ease somewhat, but the invisible fear still lingered.

Despite his face being swollen like a pig's head, Mr. Huang still seemed unwilling to give up and struggled to pull out his phone to "call for backup."

His first call was to a leader at the municipal bureau:

"Director Tang, this is General Manager Huang from Shanghai! I'm being attacked without provocation at Yue Ting Yuan, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, the other party hung up the phone.

Undeterred, Mr. Huang dialed a second number, his voice trembling with tears:

"Mr. Sun, it's me, Xiao Huang! Yes, I've come to Beijing. My dad always talks about you... Mr. Sun, you have to help me! I was beaten up in Beijing, and the other person even threatened that I could go find anyone I wanted!"

A slightly angry old man's voice came from the other end of the phone:

"Is that so? Where are you now? I'll send someone over right away!"

Mr. Huang suddenly became excited:

"I'm at Yueting Garden! Yueting Garden!"

"Yue Ting Garden...?" The old man's voice paused noticeably. "Who hit you?"

"He's one of Zeng Long's men, a really tall guy!"

"What?! Zeng Long?!" The old man's voice instantly turned terrified and shrill. "I don't know you! You've dialed the wrong number! Beep beep beep..." The phone was abruptly hung up.

At this moment, Hu San, who was kneeling on the ground, could no longer bear to watch and said in a pitying tone:

Mr. Huang, please consider that we are both victims...

Well, as someone who's also been misled, I advise you not to fight anymore, it's useless.

Even I, Young Master Hu, am willing to kneel here. Do you think you can still find help in the capital?

If you don't believe me, you can ask all the young masters of Beijing here: did the people you, Mr. Huang, call have any effect?

Yan Hai also crossed his arms and chuckled:

Pshaw! If you can really call someone here, I, Yan Hai, will take your surname from now on!

I advise you to rack your brains and think of a way to appease Brother Long's anger!

With your meager power, I, Yan Hai, could easily extinguish you, let alone Brother Long.

Upon hearing this, General Manager Huang turned ashen-faced and collapsed to the ground.

Meanwhile, inside that tranquil, top-tier suite...

The atmosphere was completely different from the hustle and bustle outside; it was filled with an indescribable tension, excitement, and caution.

Zeng Long gently placed the yellowed old photograph on the coffee table and pushed it toward Ye Zhenkang and Zhou Simin.

Then, he turned to the side, pointed at Ye Feng, who had been suppressing his emotions and whose gaze was fixed on his parents, and said in a clear and solemn voice:

"Uncle Ye, Auntie. You've been searching for your long-lost son for over a decade..." "It's him!"

As Zeng Long finished speaking— "Bang!" A dull thud of a knee hitting the ground!

Ye Feng, the Grim Reaper feared by all in this dark world!

This tough guy doesn't even flinch in the midst of a hail of bullets!

Without any warning, he suddenly and heavily knelt down in front of Ye Zhenkang and Zhou Simin!

He raised his head, and tears, like a river bursting its banks, instantly welled up in his eyes, streaming down his resolute yet now filled with tender affection.

In a hoarse voice, filled with endless longing and grievance, he choked out:

"Dad...Mom!"

"I am Ye Feng! I am Xiao Feng! I am the son you have been searching for for over ten years, Xiao Feng!"

He eagerly recounted those deepest memories, those unique to his family of three:

"Dad! You used to lift me up high and say with a smile that when I grew up, you would send me to be an astronaut and travel through space!"

"Mom! You always sat next to me, watching me play with my toys, laughing as you knitted me a sweater... and... and you often sang 'The Lupine Flower' to me..."

"I remember... I remember everything..."

"..."

The moment Ye Zhenkang and Zhou Simin heard the words "astronaut" and "lupine flower," they were struck as if by a giant bolt of lightning, their bodies trembling violently!

Ye Zhenkang subconsciously stretched out his trembling hands, making a gesture as if he wanted to touch the strange yet familiar face in front of him, but his fingers stopped in mid-air, not daring to fall.

He was afraid! He was afraid that this would be yet another beautiful dream, fragile and easily shattered, that haunted him through countless midnight reveries!

Zhou Simin's tears welled up instantly, like beads falling from a broken string.

She was crying, yet laughing at the same time, her body trembling violently from extreme excitement.

Looking at her son kneeling before her, she seemed to see, through time, that toddler learning to walk and babble.

Then, in a voice heavy with sobs, broken and intermittent, yet incredibly gentle, she softly began to sing the song etched deep within her soul:

"The stars in the sky...don't...speak..."

"The doll on the ground... misses... its mother..."

"The eyes in the sky... blink and blink..."

"My mother's heart... the lupine flower..."