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

Zeng Long received a spark of hope from Li Weiguo regarding Tie Zhu's background, and his chest was filled with a surge of warmth.

He couldn't wait to return to the villa immediately and share this long-awaited good news with his kind-hearted brother who was carrying a deep wound in his heart.

Meanwhile, the battle of wits and courage with several old generals had exhausted a great deal of his energy, and he was also starving.

At this moment, what he longed for most was a meal that tasted of "home" and "warmth"—only He Jing's own cooking could soothe his weariness and turbulent emotions.

However, he did not know at that moment that the mother who could give him this comfort was not in the villa, but in another place where she was connected by blood.

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The living room of the He family's old house.

The atmosphere was heavy, yet tinged with a barely perceptible urgency.

He Runde sat upright in the main chair.

His two sons, He Xing and He Feng, sat on the old man's right side, their backs straight and their expressions serious.

On the left, He Jing looked at her father with a mixture of doubt and a barely perceptible longing to return home.

"Dad, why did you, my older brother, and my younger brother call me here in such a hurry? Is there something important?"

He Jing's voice was gentle, but with a hint of urging, "It's fine to talk on the phone, I have to rush back to prepare dinner."

Looking at his daughter, who had been immersed in the pain of losing her son for many years and now seemed to be putting all her energy into "household chores," He Runde couldn't help but sigh, his tone filled with anxiety:

Oh dear! Xiaojing, things are already in dire straits, why are you still only thinking about cooking!

Your older brother rushed back to Beijing overnight. He's now representing Tianguang Province and Tianzhou City, and is one of the people in charge of this investment promotion effort! Xiaojing, you absolutely have to help your brother this time!

Upon hearing this, He Jing looked slightly bewildered. She blinked and asked, puzzled:

"Dad, my eldest brother went back to Beijing to attract investment. How can I help?"

When she thinks of cooking, she immediately pictures her son Zeng Long eating, and a warm, heartfelt smile unconsciously appears on her lips.

"Right now, I'm just an ordinary housewife, spending all my time around the stove. I have no power, no resources, and no ability. Although the Zeng family has military connections, they can't get involved in local business investments."

Seeing this, He Xing could no longer sit still. He leaned forward and eagerly took over the conversation:

"Sister! It's not what you think!" He quickly recounted his visit to the Yan family that morning, his meeting with Old Master Yan Fushan and Yan Ruge, especially Old Master Yan's earth-shattering hint—

"Go find He Jing. As long as she nods, the investment in Tianzhou City can be finalized immediately, and it will definitely not be a small deal!"—He repeated the story verbatim and in great detail.

After hearing her older brother's account, He Jing's face showed genuine surprise for the first time, and she slightly opened her mouth:

"Brother, you mean... that Longyu Group is really going to make a large-scale investment now? And people from all over the country are flocking to Beijing just to grab their investment share?"

"Holy crap! Sis!" He Feng, the younger brother standing next to her, couldn't help but slap his thigh, his tone filled with exaggerated disbelief:

"You...you must have just run away from the mountains! You're so out of touch! Even the old ladies sweeping the streets know about this, and you're still completely unaware?"

He Jing felt a little embarrassed by her brother's words, but she quickly straightened her back and glared at He Feng, regaining her composure.

"Didn't I just say? I'm busy with housework, cooking, laundry, and cleaning all day long. How could I possibly have time to pay attention to these outside things?"

In her heart, nothing was more important than preparing a delicious meal for her son.

"Huh?" He Feng was utterly speechless. He rubbed his forehead, feeling a wave of dizziness.

Sis! You're saying this is a "small matter"? You don't have the mood or time to pay attention to it?

My dear sister! Do you know what a mess the local government is in right now?

Do you know how many prominent families in Beijing have been secretly fighting tooth and nail over this?

These earth-shattering events, are they... are they really less important than doing housework, laundry, and cooking?

Looking at her younger brother's near-collapse, He Jing secretly thought to herself:

"Isn't all of this my precious son's doing? What else do I need to worry about? Besides, even if the sky were to fall, is there anything more important than taking care of my son right now?"

Thinking of Zeng Long eating the food she had carefully prepared and wearing the clothes she had personally chosen, He Jing couldn't help but burst out laughing. Her smile was full of satisfaction and happiness.

She glanced at her underling, He Feng, with a hint of smugness in her eyes:

"What do you know? Nothing in this world is more important than me doing housework right now! Go away, and don't meddle if you don't know the specifics."

Looking at his sister's unusual reaction and logic, He Feng felt a sudden chill in his heart, and a terrible thought surfaced:

Could it be that my sister... she's suffering from some kind of mental problem because she's been missing Linglong too much and is overwhelmed with grief? He looked anxiously at his father, He Runde, sitting in the main seat, with eyes full of worry and pleading.

"Sigh...!" He Runde sighed heavily, his aged voice filled with weariness and heartache. He looked at He Jing, his tone becoming exceptionally cautious, tinged with uncertainty:

"Xiaojing... tell Dad the truth, have you been feeling really bad lately? Are you still secretly crying at night, feeling like you've let Linglong down?"

His cloudy eyes were fixed on his daughter, trying to find traces of sadness on her face:

Your brother has already made it clear enough! Old Yan personally instructed us that you, He Jing, are the key person we are truly looking for!

Moreover, he assured you with absolute certainty that as long as your older brother finds you and explains the situation clearly, their investment project in Tianzhou City will be finalized immediately!

He added that it was definitely not just "a little cake," but that its scale would be so large that it would shock and terrify us all!

Looking at her father's worried and anxious eyes, then at her elder brother He Xing's longing and desperate expression, and then at her younger brother He Feng's anxious look, He Jing's heart was gripped tightly.

These are her closest relatives, her maternal family. Her father and mother are old, but they often shed tears because they miss her missing eldest son;

Her elder brother was in his prime, and his political future depended on this battle; this heavy family affection and expectation made it impossible for her to refuse easily.

But... how could she bring it up with her son?

That sense of indebtedness towards Zeng Long for eighteen years felt like a heavy shackle—

This made her always cautious and timid in front of her son, as if walking on thin ice, afraid that even the slightest excessive request would destroy this hard-won and fragile intimacy.

The inner conflict was like two hands tearing her apart.

Looking at the eyes of her three closest relatives in the room, which seemed to be waiting for a lifeline, she finally let out a long, deep breath that had been suppressed in her chest.