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

The ancient capital of Beijing has been thrown into turmoil and uncertainty in recent days by an unprecedented thunderbolt.

As the scions of prominent families and young dignitaries who had personally traveled to Shijiagou Village and witnessed the shocking funeral of the century gradually returned to Beijing.

A message they repeatedly mentioned with reverence, and which was quickly verified by multiple sources, spread like wildfire among the top circles—

Zeng Long, who stirred up trouble in the capital and wielded terrifying power...

That mysterious and powerful being, whose identity remains shrouded in mystery...

It turns out... these are the descendants of the Zeng family who were switched at birth for a full eighteen years!

His real name is Zeng Linglong!

"boom--!"

The impact of this news was no less than that of throwing a massive boulder into a calm lake! Instantly, it stirred up a tidal wave in the countless powerful families and intricate networks of influence in the capital!

The lights in the studies of the most prestigious mansions never go out all night.

Countless seasoned old men, who had long since become stoic and unflappable, have made rare appearances outside their secluded homes, either for secret meetings or phone calls.

Someone urgently convened a think tank to analyze the impact of this suddenly returned "true dragon" on the existing order and to discuss countermeasures.

Some people, however, have keenly sensed new opportunities and trends and have begun to work secretly, attempting to form alliances and place bets in advance.

Some people even had sleepless nights, recalling the past events of the Zeng family, as well as the ruthless methods and unfathomable background displayed by this "Zeng Linglong" after his return, and felt uneasy.

But regardless of the reaction, everyone's gaze ultimately turned in the same direction—the eastern suburbs of the capital.

That quiet area exuded supreme majesty, that old Zeng family mansion representing the top military clan, the courtyard house of Old Master Zeng Xu.

Today, the atmosphere in this once tranquil area of ​​the eastern suburbs has reached an unprecedented peak.

A silent tension, yet enough to make the hearts of those in the know race, filled the air.

Everyone who's been following this story knows—that man is coming back today! He's officially returning to the Zeng family, to be recognized as a member of the clan!

This is not just a family reunion, but also a landmark event that is seen by countless eyes as a potential reshaping of the power landscape in the capital!

The Zeng family courtyard house now presents a completely different scene.

The ancient and solemn gate was open, but the sense of solemnity was even stronger than before.

Inside the courtyard, people moved about in an orderly fashion, with Zeng's collateral relatives, capable assistants, and core staff all in place.

Everyone wore an expression that was a mixture of excitement, nervousness, anticipation, and utmost solemnity. Their steps were hurried but never chaotic, as they busied themselves with the final preparations—checking every detail to ensure that this reunion ceremony, which had been awaited for eighteen years, would proceed without a single mistake.

In the courtyard in front of the main hall.

He Jing gripped Zeng Sheng's arm tightly, her fingers trembling slightly from the force.

Her gaze was almost fixed on the vermilion door, her eyes filled with anxiety, anticipation, and a hint of fear that this was just another dream.

She unconsciously rubbed the hem of her clothes repeatedly with her other hand, her lips pressed tightly together, as if her heart would leap out of her throat if she opened her mouth.

Zeng Sheng was equally overwhelmed with emotion. He stood straight, trying to maintain the composure of the head of the family, but his slightly trembling arms and the eager look he kept giving to the door, which he then forced to look away, betrayed the turbulent emotions churning within him.

Years of searching, years of guilt, years of waiting... finally, today, we will draw a perfect conclusion (or perhaps a new beginning).

Behind them stood the three sisters, Zeng Lingyu, Zeng Yuan, and Zeng Ke, side by side.

Their faces lost their usual ease or playfulness, replaced by an undisguised tension and excitement.

Zeng Lingyu's eyes were still slightly red, clearly she had just been crying.

They exchanged glances from time to time, then looked towards the gate together, as if sharing a heavy, sweet expectation of reunion.

The Zeng family—a top-tier powerful family with deep roots in the military and a powerful presence that can shake the capital—presented all its core and direct members today, without exception!

Even Zeng Yong (the eldest son of the Zeng family), who has been stationed in unconventional units for many years and shoulders heavy responsibilities for combat readiness, and his son Zeng Wen—

They also received the old man's top order to rush back as quickly as possible at all costs!

At this moment, they stood at the front of the crowd, dressed in their crisp military uniforms (which they had not yet changed out of), looking travel-worn but with bright eyes. Their posture was like a pine tree, exuding the unique toughness of military life, as they waited for the return of their nephew/cousin whom they had never met but were connected by blood.

Meanwhile, at Beijing Capital International Airport, outside a top-tier VIP passage that is not open to the public, the atmosphere was equally intense and tense.

Led by Teng Ao, almost all the scions of prominent families and young talents who had come into contact with Zeng Long and were already impressed by him were present!

Instead of waiting in the eastern suburbs, they spontaneously gathered here early in the morning. They wanted to witness and participate in the moment when this "Young Master Long," whom they revered like a god, stepped into the capital and officially returned home!

These young men, who were usually arrogant and unrestrained, all restrained their frivolousness at this moment. They were all dressed formally, with solemn expressions, and their eyes shone with undisguised admiration, excitement, and pride.

They spoke to each other in hushed tones, their conversation revolving around "Brother Long," their tone filled with awe and anticipation.

"The day has finally come!"

"With Brother Long back, things are about to get even more exciting in Beijing!"

"It's really kind of us to be here to welcome you right away..."

They stood like the most loyal guards on both sides of the passage, forming a unique and eye-catching scene.

The airport staff and passersby who happened to be in the know couldn't help but stare in astonishment—who on earth was this important figure who had returned, that could command such a large entourage of top-tier playboys?

The main hall of the courtyard house, at the head of the table.

Grandpa Zeng Xu sat upright in his heavy mahogany armchair.

The old man had silver hair, but his back was straight, his face was thin, and his eyes, which had seen the vicissitudes of life, were as calm as a deep well, revealing little emotion.

Only the slightly faster-than-usual rhythm of his hand-twirling the sandalwood prayer beads hinted that his inner peace was not as calm as it appeared.

On the mahogany tea table in front of him lay a simple internal briefing, which, though brief, outlined everything that had happened in Shijiagou Village.

The old man didn't speak, but quietly watched the busy scene outside the hall, watched his son and daughter-in-law waiting anxiously, and watched his children and grandchildren standing solemnly in the room.

After a moment, he spoke slowly, his voice not loud, but carrying a calm and decisive air, as if he had set the world in his grasp, and addressed the old guard who had stood beside him for many years:

"go."

"Drive my car."

"Go to the airport to pick up my grandson, Linglong, and take him home."

"Yes, sir!" The old guard stood up straight, gave a perfect military salute, and a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes.

He knew that it was unprecedented for the old man to personally go to the airport to pick up a younger member of the family in his exclusive car, which represented supreme status and honor!

This in itself is the strongest and clearest signal!

The black Hongqi sedan, with its distinctive license plate and model, slowly drove out of the heavily guarded courtyard and headed steadily and firmly towards the airport.

A traditional courtyard house in the eastern suburbs awaits the return of the dragon.

An international airport, a constellation of stars.

A special Hongqi car travels through the heart of Beijing.

All the groundwork has been laid, and all eyes are now on the matter.

At the eye of the storm, however, was a near-frozen, urgent silence.

We are just waiting for that legendary private jet to land, waiting for that man—Zeng Linglong—to step out of the cabin.

The landscape of Beijing is about to change. And the prelude begins today.