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

Inside Zeng Long's private penthouse room at Yue Ting Yuan, the air was filled with the lingering aroma of delicious food, but also subtly mixed with an invisible yet exceptionally sharp spark of covert conflict.

The dinner that just ended was as intense as a war without gunfire.

The two sides engaged in combat were Yan Rugo and Anna.

The energy finance battle has come to a perfect end, and Anna has successfully retired.

The national investment promotion conference was also a great success, and Yan Ruge lived up to expectations.

Both are exceptional women, possessing top-tier abilities, backgrounds, and appearances.

Once they learned each other's positions beside Zeng Long, a subtle tension, based on female instinct and identity, began to spread uncontrollably.

Deep within Anna's deep, lake-blue eyes shone an unwavering light, as if she were guarding her own territory.

Yan Rugo's cool and stunning face exudes the aura of a legitimate empress, carrying the innate pride and domineering presence of the eldest daughter of the Yan family. Any potential external "threat" seems to fall within her scope of elimination.

It was a leisurely time for tea after dinner. However, the atmosphere was anything but "leisurely".

Our young master Teng—President Teng Ao—was somewhat bewildered at this moment.

He keenly sensed the unusual atmosphere, but failed to decipher its secrets.

He looked at Anna sitting to Zeng Long's left and sensed the noble elegance she exuded, a blend of exotic charm and a mysterious yet real fighting spirit emanating from her.

Yan Ruge, sitting to Zeng Long's right, was as aloof as a snow lotus atop an iceberg, exuding an aura that kept strangers at bay.

What puzzled Teng Ao the most was Zeng Long, who was in the main seat.

This man, who usually remains calm even in the face of a collapsing mountain, was now sitting on pins and needles!

Her body swayed slightly from side to side almost imperceptibly, and she would unconsciously raise her hand to touch her ear or rub the tip of her nose from time to time!

His gaze was unfocused, carrying a rare, almost awkward unease. This state had already begun to emerge during the meal.

"Something's up..." Teng Ao muttered to himself, but dared not speak rashly.

Lin Xiaoya, who always seemed to thrive on chaos, had her eyes shining like an explorer who had discovered a new continent!

His gaze swept back and forth between Anna and Yan Rugo, his face beaming with barely suppressed excitement.

She rolled her eyes mischievously, deciding to add fuel to the fire.

"Boss!" Xiaoya's clear voice broke the eerie silence. She looked at Zeng Long, her tone "innocent and naive!"

"Hasn't Anna's financial battle ended successfully? Didn't you mention before that you wanted her to be the overseas general manager of our Longyu Group?"

She turned to Teng Ao and Yan Rugo with a smile:

"President Teng, Sister Ruge, as the top management of Longyu, shouldn't we take this opportunity to get to know each other? After all, we'll be working together in the future, so familiarity beforehand will make our work run more smoothly, right?"

Zeng Long's gaze instantly shot towards Xiao Ya like a flying dagger, filled with warnings like "You talk too much" and "I'll deal with you later." This brat, she really knows how to rub salt in the wound!

Teng Ao, however, failed to grasp the deeper meaning of that look. Upon hearing it, he suddenly understood and looked at Zeng Long excitedly:

"Brother Long! So the overseas general manager you had in mind was Miss Anna! That's wonderful! Miss Anna's abilities are absolutely top-notch!"

Zeng's scalp tingled, and he quickly interrupted Teng Ao, trying to salvage the situation:

"President Teng! Don't listen to Xiaoya's nonsense! This matter... I haven't formally discussed this with Anna yet. It's just... just my initial idea, it's not a valid one!"

However, Anna was not about to let this opportunity slip by.

Anna, who had maintained her elegant demeanor throughout, parted her red lips slightly, her voice carrying a hint of languor yet containing an undeniable decisiveness, precisely picking up where she left off:

"Oh? Now you've said it, haven't you?" Her azure eyes turned to Zeng Long, a sly smile playing on her lips. "So, now I know."

She slightly raised her chin, her gaze seemingly casually sweeping in Yan Rugo's direction, her tone firm:

"Then it seems that this position of overseas general manager is definitely mine."

She softly uttered four words, asserting her sovereignty: "No one can take it away."

"Great! Great!" Lin Xiaoya immediately clapped her hands happily, as if afraid the atmosphere wouldn't be lively enough.

She stood up, like a little commander, and waved her arm:

"Our domestic general manager is our exceptionally capable Sister Ruge! Our international general manager is the equally formidable Sister Anna! Both are outstanding women, a perfect match!"

She stared intently at Teng Ao, continuing to fan the flames:

"President Teng! As the president of Longyu Group, shouldn't you do something? Let these two future core executives shake hands, get to know each other, and build rapport!"

The pressure was instantly placed on the two female protagonists.

Upon hearing this, a sharp glint flashed in Yan Ruge's cool eyes.

How could she not know Xiaoya's intentions, and how could she show weakness in such a situation?

She slowly stood up, her high heels clicking crisply and imposingly on the polished floor, like the beating of war drums.

She walked calmly to the sofa where Anna was sitting.

Stand still, looking down from a high vantage point.

She extended her right hand, her posture like that of a queen bestowing a greeting, her gaze calm yet carrying an undeniable authority. Her clear, resonant voice echoed throughout the private room, each word bearing the weight of her status and position:

"The daughter of the Yan family in the capital."

"Longyu Group, Domestic General Manager"

"Yan Ruge".

This series of titles and names is not only a self-introduction, but also a declaration of sovereignty and a form of imposing pressure.

Anna sat on the sofa, looking up at her opponent who exuded an aura of power.

Who is she? She is the most beloved granddaughter of Ronnie, the patriarch of the Ronnie family, a privileged girl who grew up in the world of fame and fortune and in various invisible power struggles!

Yan Rugo's proactive approach and condescending attitude were instantly discerned by her.

At this moment, if she obediently stood up and shook hands, she would be subtly inferior, becoming the one responding passively, and already at a disadvantage in terms of momentum.

Anna's lips slowly curved into an extremely elegant, yet noble and aloof smile.

Instead of getting up, she slowly and gracefully crossed her right leg, which was originally flat, over her left leg, creating a relaxed cross-legged position.

In her view, this action was not impolite at all; on the contrary, it demonstrated a strong sense of confidence and inner strength.

Then, she slowly extended her right hand, her movements gentle yet carrying an innate aristocratic air, to meet Yan Rugo's hand.

Her voice was equally clear, with a magnetic quality carrying a hint of a foreign accent, and she responded without flinching:

"Beautiful Country, head of the Luo family, granddaughter of Ronnie."

"Longyu Group, Overseas General Manager"

"Anna Lawrence".

The two hands finally met in mid-air and gently clasped together.

Yan Ruge's hands, her fingertips slightly cool, carried a resilience and a hint of barely perceptible defensiveness honed from childhood in a powerful family, amidst an arranged marriage and cold ridicule.

Anna's hands, warm and smooth as jade, contain a strength and independence honed through gunfire, life-or-death trials, and endless longing.

This is more than just a simple handshake.

This was a test, a confrontation, a silent clash between sovereignty and emotion.

One hand holds both the legally binding marriage and the coldness of the past.

On his other hand are the marks of their shared experiences of life and death and their fervent waiting.

Emotional entanglements and unseen battles,

In that seemingly polite, gentle handshake,

The curtain has already been raised.

And it is destined not to be easily quelled.