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

Inside the suite, time seemed to stretch out infinitely, becoming thick and precious, amidst the mournful strains of the song "Lupin Flower" and the tearful embrace of the family of three.

Zeng Long quietly led Tie Zhu, Lin Xiaoya, and the others out of the room, gently closing the door behind them, like the most loyal guards!

Waiting outside the door, they reserved this small space of peace and happiness entirely for their beloved family members who had endured so much hardship to reunite with them.

Only when the pent-up emotions of joy and sorrow that had been suppressed for more than a decade in the room gradually subsided, and the door was gently pulled open from the inside, did Zeng Long slowly step forward.

"Uncle Ye, Auntie," Zeng Long's voice was gentle and sincere, with a genuine smile on his face!

"Seeing your family reunited, I am truly... sincerely happy for you, and also happy for Ye Feng."

He turned to the side and gestured to Tie Zhu and Lin Xiaoya, who stood behind him like two guardian deities, their eyes filled with concern.

"Let me formally introduce you two," Zeng Long said, his tone carrying a familiar and solemn tone, like that of a family member.

This is Tiezhu, and this is Xiaoya.

They, along with Ye Feng, the four of us, grew up together.

Although we are not related by blood, in our hearts we are the closest brothers and sisters, the kin we can entrust our lives to without reservation.

Upon hearing this, Tie Zhu immediately stepped forward.

His towering, imposing body, which was as robust as an iron tower, appeared somewhat clumsy and awkward at this moment!

With a憨厚 (honest and simple) scratch of his buzz cut by his large, fan-like hand, he called out to Ye Zhenkang and Zhou Simin in a deep, extremely respectful voice:

"Hello, Uncle Ye! Hello, Auntie!" The voice was loud and clear, carrying a simple and pure respect.

Lin Xiaoya quickly wiped her slightly reddened eyes with the back of her hand, put on her bright and cheerful smile, and obediently bowed:

"Hello Uncle Ye! Hello Aunt Zhou! My name is Lin Xiaoya, you can just call me Xiaoya! If anyone dares to bully you again, I'll be the first to object!"

Looking at these two people with such contrasting temperaments—one as steady and majestic as a mountain, the other as lively and agile as an elf—

Yet, seeing the deep affection these young people, who had lost and found their son again, and who were clearly united around Zeng Long, filled Ye Zhenkang and Zhou Simin with mixed feelings and deep emotions.

They finally understood that their son, Ye Feng, had not been struggling alone in the darkness for the past ten years or so; he had a group of brothers with whom he could entrust his life to them!

This lessened their heart-wrenching worry about their son's unknown and presumably perilous past, and gave them an indescribable, profound comfort.

"Good, good! You're all good children! You're all good children!"

Ye Zhenkang's voice was still hoarse from excitement as he nodded repeatedly, his eyes welling up with tears again.

Zhou Simin, with tears in her eyes, looked at Tiezhu and Xiaoya with a mother's unique loving and grateful gaze.

After a brief introduction and pleasantries, Zeng Long's gentle demeanor softened slightly, his expression returning to its usual composure, but a cold, sharp glint flashed deep within his eyes. He looked at Ye Zhenkang, his tone filled with inquiry and absolute respect:

"Uncle Ye, Auntie, there's something I need your opinion on."

He paused, his gaze sweeping towards the direction of the Tengge Hall outside the door, his voice steady yet carrying an invisible pressure:

"Inside the hall, those people who spoke rudely and behaved excessively towards you two earlier, including that fat guy who was leading them, what do you plan to do with them?"

Mentioning Fatty Han and the others, Ye Zhenkang's brows furrowed involuntarily!

A clear look of displeasure and humiliation flashed in Zhou Simin's eyes. The scenes of being publicly ridiculed and coerced at the door and in the hall seemed to replay in her mind.

However, this negative emotion lasted only a moment.

Ye Zhenkang glanced at his son beside him, then felt the warmth and reassurance emanating from his wife nestled on the other side of their son.

He took a long, deep breath, as if to expel all the gloom, resentment, and humiliation that had accumulated in his heart over the past decade.

He raised his head and looked at Zeng Long. His eyes held no trace of resentment or hostility, only a profound peace and tranquility born of having weathered many storms and experiencing immense happiness.

"Zeng...Zeng Long," he said, still somewhat unaccustomed to addressing this renowned name in the capital directly, and also Tie Zhu, Xiao Ya... "Thank you, thank you for your kindness."

He waved his hand, his tone relieved and sincere:

"To be honest, before we found Xiaofeng, those humiliations were like a heavy mountain, weighing us down and making it hard to breathe or stand up straight. But now..."

A tear-streaked, satisfied, and radiant smile spread across his face as he tightly embraced his son's shoulders.

Now, Xiaofeng is back! He's back safe and sound, and judging from his current appearance, he's definitely much more capable than we imagined!

More importantly, he has a group of loyal and devoted brothers like you!

My husband and I are filled with gratitude and joy right now! Absolutely overflowing with happiness!

He waved his hand again, his tone resolute:

Let bygones be bygones. We don't want to, and we have absolutely no inclination to, dwell on the past.

Right now, all our thoughts are on Xiaofeng. We just want to see him properly, talk to him, and make up for the time we've lost over the past ten years, little by little...

Zhou Simin nodded vigorously, snuggling close to her son, her eyes filled with the preciousness of having regained what she had lost, the kind of love that makes her want to present all the good things in the world to her son!

It was as if all the disturbances and grudges of the outside world were no longer relevant to her.

As Zeng Long looked at his kind and resilient parents, who had become incredibly gentle and open-minded after finding their son, his usual smirk, tinged with a hint of wickedness and a sense of control, reappeared on his face.

He nodded, indicating that he fully understood and respected, but the coldness in his eyes did not completely disappear.

"Okay!" Zeng Long replied crisply, a meaningful and unsettling smile playing on his lips.

"Since your uncle and aunt are so magnanimous and don't bother with these clowns, it's their ancestors' good fortune and immense luck that they've been spared the death penalty..."

His tone suddenly shifted, becoming decisive and ruthless, like the clang of metal on the ground:

"But they can't escape punishment!" "They must pay a price! This isn't just about simple revenge, but about setting the rules!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly, carrying an undeniable authority:

To make certain people, and everyone else, understand that in this capital city, in this dragon country, there are some people they can only respect;

But some people cannot be allowed even the slightest disrespectful thought! If you do, you will pay an unbearable price!

He looked at Ye Zhenkang and Zhou Simin, whose eyes showed a hint of worry, and softened his tone, which was reassuring but also revealed his undeniable domineering presence:

Uncle, Aunt, you two don't need to worry about this anymore. Leave everything else to me.

All you need to do now is relax and enjoy your reunion with Xiaofeng, savoring this long-awaited family bliss.

After saying that, Zeng Long gave Ye Feng a firm look, signaling him to spend time with and comfort his parents.

Then, he resolutely turned around, and with Tie Zhu and Lin Xiaoya, whose eyes instantly turned sharp as knives, he left the suite filled with warmth and tears with steady and powerful steps.