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

At this moment, inside the private room of Yuetingyuan, a cold smile flashed across Zeng Long's eyes.

Since you, Wu Jun, have taken the initiative to jump into this mess, I have no choice but to dig this pit myself.

Afterward, he gave Teng Ao and Yan Rugo some specific instructions and prepared to leave. As he reached the door, he turned around.

"Oh, by the way, Mr. Teng! For tomorrow's gathering, could you contact Mr. Yin and Mr. Du and invite them to attend?" Zeng Long added, "After all, they are family friends of Uncle Ye, and they helped Uncle Ye a lot this time. At tomorrow's gathering, could you introduce them to some connections?"

"Okay, Brother Long! I'll arrange it right away."

When Zeng Long returned to the villa to rest, and the sun shone brightly on the capital city again the next day.

The morning sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the living room of Zenglong Villa, creating geometric patterns of light and shadow on the polished marble floor.

As Zeng Long walked down the stairs, he saw Xiao Ya slumped into the sofa. She rested her chin on her hands, her once bright eyes now dull and lifeless, and her small lips slightly pouting—like a sunflower that had suddenly withered.

"Ha—" Zeng Long chuckled softly, his voice echoing faintly in the empty living room.

He slowly walked to the sofa and sat down, leaning back against the soft cushions. His right hand rested casually on the armrest, his fingers rhythmically tapping the leather fabric.

"Our little rascal," he raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "who stole your soul so early in the morning?"

Xiaoya slowly turned her head, her eyes filled with a rare helplessness.

"Boss..." Her voice was muffled, hoarse from just waking up, "My parents just called and said that I've been back in China for so long and haven't been back to see them even once."

At this point, she sat bolt upright, gesturing with her hands in the air: "And the result! They didn't give me a chance to argue—no, they didn't give me a chance to explain! My parents have already booked their plane tickets and want me to pick them up at the airport at 3 PM sharp!"

Zeng Long picked up the warm water on the coffee table, took a sip, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

"Isn't this a good thing?" he said calmly. "My aunt and uncle are here, so let's spend a few days with them. The weather in Beijing has been nice lately, so it's a good opportunity to show them around."

"Oh dear! You don't understand!"

Xiaoya suddenly stood up and walked back and forth barefoot on the carpet, the hem of her pajamas swaying gently with her movements.

"This isn't a trip! We're here to take me back!" She turned to face Zeng Long, her eyes wide. "I don't want to go back! I have to go to school! And..."

Her voice suddenly lowered, and her toes unconsciously rubbed against the carpet fibers.

"And what?" Zeng Long leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, looking like he was all ears.

Xiaoya bit her lower lip, a faint blush rising to her cheeks—not from shyness, but from annoyance.

"Lately, every time I talk to my mom on the phone, some 'cousin' pops up out of nowhere." She rolled her eyes. "He always grabs the phone from my mom, saying he wants to chat with me. He says things like he used to take me out to play when I was little, buy me candy, and take me climbing trees..."

She clutched her head in her hands: "But I don't remember anything about him! It's so annoying! And the way he talked, he was so slick and flippant. I bet he'll shamelessly come with my parents this afternoon!"

"oh--"

Zeng Long drawled out his words, leaning back against the sofa and gently stroking his chin with his right index finger.

The sunlight had just moved to his face, illuminating one side while the other remained in shadow. A faint, playful curve appeared at the corner of his mouth in the shadow.

"Is that all?" he asked casually. "Is it making you so worried?"

Xiaoya blinked.

Zeng Long picked up his phone and swiped his finger across the screen a few times: "Why don't you just let your cousin 'have some fun' with Yan Hai and the others?"

He looked up, a shrewd glint in his eyes: "Go to the top elite circles of playboys in the capital and have a good 'exchange' with your cousin. I guarantee he'll have a blast... and forget all about home."

Xiaoya was stunned for two seconds.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up—like stars suddenly illuminated.

"That's right!" She clapped her hands suddenly, instantly coming to life. "How could I not have thought of that! I could tell from the tone of his voice. He's a typical nouveau riche from out of town, always bragging to me about how rich his family is and how many people he knows..."

With her left hand on her hip and her right hand making an arc in the air, her chin slightly raised, she regained her usual radiant appearance.

"Then let Yan Hai and those other real top-tier playboys teach him a lesson! Let's see if he dares to brag in my ear again!"

Zeng Long looked at her, shook his head and chuckled, a hint of barely perceptible doting in his eyes.

"Alright." He stood up. "This afternoon, the four of us will go to pick them up from the airport together—me, you, Tiezhu, and Ye Feng. There's a business gathering at Yuetingyuan tonight, and Ye Feng's parents will be there too. We'll have dinner together then, which will also be a welcome-back dinner for his parents."

He walked to the top of the stairs, stopped, and turned his head to the side:

"Go change your clothes. Looking so gloomy doesn't suit you."

Xiaoya chuckled twice, then skipped and hopped upstairs, her slippers making a cheerful "pat-pat" sound on the floor.

Zeng Long watched her disappear around the corner, and the smile on his face slowly faded.

He took out his phone and dialed a number:

"Mr. Teng, please contact Uncle Ye and Aunt Zhou about the gathering tonight and invite them to attend. Please arrange for someone to pick them up personally."

After hanging up the phone, Zeng Long started waking Tie Zhu and Ye Feng up to prepare breakfast.

Outside the window, the sky over Beijing was a clear, deep blue.

At 4:30 p.m., Zeng Long and Xiao Ya, along with Lin Xiao Ya's parents Lin Shucheng and Su Wan, and Kong Zihao, who claimed to be Xiao Ya's cousin, entered the lobby of Yue Ting Yuan.

Upon entering the hall, Kong Zihao was immediately awestruck by its grandeur. Lin Shucheng and his wife, however, remained calm. After all, Lin Shucheng was the chief quantum energy research and development commander of the Dragon Kingdom Academy of Sciences, a figure hailed as a "national hero," and had seen it all.

At this moment, Yan Hai walked over with Li Lunjie, Yang Li, and a few others. Yan Hai looked at Zeng Long with admiration in his eyes: "Brother Long, you're here!"

"Okay." Zeng Long responded, then introduced, "Xiao Hai, let me introduce you."

He introduced Xiaoya's parents to the group of young people. Yan Hai and the others were very sensible, addressing them as "uncle" and "aunt" with exceptional sweetness.

When Zeng Long introduced Yan Hai and the others, Kong Zihao was stunned—these were identities he would never have dared to imagine.

Before he could react, Yan Hai, Yang Li, and a few others grabbed him and dragged him away. Poor Kong Zihao was only focused on showing off in front of Lin Xiaoya; he was probably going to be quite embarrassed later. Yan Hai and his friends might not be good at other things, but when it came to pranks and showing off, that was practically their natural talent.

After Kong Zihao was pushed and pulled away, Xiaoya finally breathed a sigh of relief.

That annoying person is finally gone.

Zeng Long smiled knowingly, glanced at Xiao Ya, and then said to Lin Shucheng, "Uncle, Auntie, let's talk in the private room."

Lin Shucheng nodded knowingly. He knew that his daughter's and Zeng Long's identities needed to be kept secret, and with Kong Zihao not around, it was convenient to talk.

So the group headed toward Zeng Long's private room.