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

She raised her eyes, her gaze sweeping over her father and two brothers, her voice trembling slightly yet exceptionally clear:

"Dad... Old Yan is right. My eldest brother should have come directly to me for this investment promotion work. Because we are family."

She paused, noticing the growing confusion and urgency in her family's eyes, and continued:

"I bet you're all wondering right now... how could I, He Jing, a housewife who spends all her time around the stove, possibly handle such a huge matter for my brother? What... what abilities do I have?"

He Jing's eyes instantly reddened, but her expression, through her tears, shone with an indescribable light, a mixture of heartache and boundless pride.

"Because..." Her voice choked, yet carried an unwavering strength:

"I have a good son..." She almost used all her strength to utter the secret she had suppressed for so many years, the secret she had longed for day and night: "He...is...back...!"

"What?!?!"

Like a thunderclap from a clear sky, it exploded loudly in the living room of the He family's old house!

He Runde suddenly sprang up from the armchair, his aged body swaying violently from extreme shock. He pressed one hand tightly against his wildly beating heart, which felt like it was about to burst out of his chest, and used the other hand to brace himself against the table to barely steady himself.

His eyes, which were originally somewhat cloudy, were now wide open like copper bells, filled with extreme shock and disbelief, as if he were walking in endless darkness and suddenly saw the only glimmer of dawn, with an almost frantic longing!

His gaze, like the strongest chain, was locked firmly on his daughter He Jing's face, as if trying to see right through her.

His lips trembled, and his throat emitted a hoarse, trembling sound like a broken bellows; each word seemed like a plea squeezed from the depths of his soul.

"You...you...you mean...my...my...eldest...grandson...who...was lost...for eighteen years...he...he found him?! And...and...he...came back?!"

He Xing and He Feng, as if frozen in place, suddenly stood up from their seats.

Their expressions froze on their faces, their mouths slightly open, their eyes fixed on He Jing!

It felt like standing on the edge of a precipice, with a thin steel wire beneath my feet, afraid to move or breathe!

I was afraid that even the slightest movement would shatter this sudden, dreamlike news!

They were more like two drowning people who had finally seen the last lifeline, focusing all their life force on He Jing, waiting for the final confirmation.

Looking at her father's almost shattered eyes and her brothers' breathless expressions, He Jing's tears finally broke free and rolled down like pearls from a broken string.

She choked back tears, her throat felt like it was blocked by something, unable to make a complete sound. She could only nod forcefully, one nod after another, with all her might!

"Good...! Good...! Good...!!!" Looking at his daughter's absolutely certain nod, He Runde felt the grief, longing, and despair that had been building up in his chest erupt at that moment!

He burst into laughter, the sound shaking the roof tiles, but tears streamed down his deeply lined face!

Overwhelmed with emotion, he staggered toward his daughter—

But because he was too excited, his body wouldn't obey him, and he crashed into the corner of the solid mahogany table with a "bang"!

Then, with a "bang," he knocked over a chair, and almost fell over, staggering and swaying as he stumbled and swayed towards He Jing.

The excruciating pain from the physical impact had long since become numb under the overwhelming surge of joy at this moment.

He stretched out his hands, covered in age spots and trembling constantly, and gripped He Jing's hands tightly and with all his might.

"Xiaojing! My...my eldest grandson...where...where is he?! What does he look like now?! Quick! Tell Dad!"

His voice was hoarse, tinged with tears, yet brimming with unprecedented energy.

Looking at her father's aged face, which was filled with tears yet shone with excitement, He Jing felt a mix of sorrow and happiness.

She gently withdrew her right hand and tenderly wiped away the tears on her father's face again and again, while she herself was also weeping uncontrollably.

She struggled to control her choked throat and trembling lips, and through her tears, a smile of unparalleled warmth and pride blossomed:

"Dad...Linglong is...doing well now." Her voice was soft, yet carried an unwavering firmness:

"He's...tall, handsome, and muscular...like his father, and...like me too."

She took a deep breath, her gaze sweeping over her equally excited older brother and younger brother, her tone becoming serious:

"Dad...eldest brother, younger brother...you must keep what I'm about to say a secret. Only you and Mom know."

She paused, then spoke clearly, word by word:

"Your nephew Ling Long... he's now called Zeng Long." She dropped a second, even bigger bombshell, as her family's pupils constricted sharply.

"And the president of Longyu Group, Teng Ao, and the general manager, Yan Rugo... were all arranged by your nephew." Her voice was filled with immense pride:

"Because...your eldest nephew, Zeng Long...he is the true, only...behind-the-scenes boss of the Longyu Group!"

"Holy crap!!!" Upon hearing this, He Feng was so excited that he tripped over the leg of the chair next to him and fell heavily to the floor with a "thud"!

But he seemed oblivious to the pain, scrambling to his feet and ignoring his limping leg (clearly from the fall), practically lunging at He Jing, his voice trembling with shock:

"Sister! You mean... that... that Zeng Long who's been making waves in the industry lately, the one everyone talks about... he's... he's my nephew?! He... he's the real head of the Longyu Group?! This... this..."

He Xing's performance wasn't much better than his younger brother's; he rushed to He Jing's side!

Because of the sudden movement, his knee accidentally hit the edge of the coffee table, making him wince in pain. But he didn't care about rubbing it; he just stared intently at his sister with the same eager, shocked, and ecstatic look in his eyes!

As if to confirm this unbelievable news once again from her face.

Looking at the incredulous yet incredibly excited expressions on her loved ones' faces, He Jing felt an overwhelming sense of pride as a mother. She nodded vigorously, her voice clear and firm:

"Yes! Dad! Eldest brother, younger brother! That's right! Zeng Long, who's been stirring up trouble in Beijing lately and is being talked about like a god, is my son, Zeng Linglong! Your eldest grandson! And also your nephew, brother and younger brother!"

Then, suppressing her excitement, He Jing told He Runde, He Xing, and He Feng in detail how Zeng Long learned about his background and how, although he had not yet formally acknowledged her, he had tacitly accepted her care.

After hearing this, He Runde was already in tears. He looked up as if he were pleading with the heavens:

"Good boy...what a good boy! And my good grandson! My good grandson!!"

He excitedly grabbed He Jing's hand, "Xiao Jing, quick! Quickly tell your mom this amazing news! If your mom finds out, she'll be so happy she'll let me have a couple more drinks tonight! Hahaha...!"

As he was laughing, He Runde seemed to be struck by lightning, suddenly remembering something crucial. His expression changed, and with an almost obsessive urgency, he waved his hands repeatedly at He Jing:

"Oh! Right! Xiaojing! What are you still standing here for?! Go back! Hurry up and go back to cook!!"

His tone was filled with undeniable concern:

"My eldest grandson must be starving! He's probably waiting for you to come back and cook for him! Hurry! Hurry up!"

He Xing and He Feng were still reeling from the overwhelming information and wanted to pull He Jing aside to ask her more questions about Zeng Long and learn more details.

Upon seeing this, Old Master He's eyes widened in anger, and like a lion protecting its cubs, he let out a low growl at his two sons:

"Get out! Get out of my way!" He pointed at He Xing.

"He Xing! Put your petty investment promotion business aside for now! What could be more important than my eldest grandson having a good meal and filling his stomach?! Huh?!"

He Xinggang opened his mouth, but his father's thunderous roar made him immediately shut his mouth tightly.

Meanwhile, He Feng finally understood completely why his sister He Jing had said that "doing housework and cooking is more important than anything else."

This is hardly housework! It's clearly the warmest and most crucial bond that holds the future of the He family together and connects them to the returning king! Cooking is indeed more important than anything else!