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

The moment the car came to a stop, Zeng Long's gaze, through the tinted windows, fell upon the group of eagerly waiting figures outside the door.

Leading the group were two elderly people with silver hair; the man exuded an imposing and extraordinary aura, while the woman had a face full of kindness.

Zeng Long knew that they were his grandparents.

The two elderly people's hands were clasped tightly together, their knuckles trembling slightly from the force.

Their cloudy yet still sharp eyes were fixed on the vehicle that carried all their hopes.

It's as if I want to pierce through it with my gaze so I can see the person inside as soon as possible.

After years of agonizing waiting and longing, the answer is finally about to be revealed.

Their beloved grandson, the true dragon of the Zeng family, has finally... come home!

Behind the two elders, Zeng Sheng and He Jing stood side by side.

These parents, who have already suffered the pain of losing a child, are now extremely anxious.

Their hands were clasped tightly together, their palms were covered in cold sweat, and their lips were pressed together until they were pale.

Her eyes were fixed on him, afraid of missing any detail of her son's appearance.

Next came Zeng Lingyu, Zeng Xuan, Zeng Yuan, and other third-generation members of the Zeng family.

They too held their breath, their faces filled with excitement and a solemn sense of witnessing an important moment for their family.

Time, at this moment, seemed to be infinitely stretched and distorted by an invisible hand.

Every second of waiting felt like an eternity to the Zeng family outside the door.

The sound of heartbeats could be clearly heard in the silence, and the air was filled with an almost palpable sense of anticipation and tension.

The security captain in the passenger seat quickly got out of the car and was about to go around to the back to open the door for Zeng Long—

"Click".

A soft sound.

The rear door had been pushed open from the inside.

Zeng Long acted decisively, without the slightest hesitation.

The next moment, a foot wearing a custom-made black leather shoe landed steadily on the smooth bluestone slab in front of the courtyard gate.

Then, that tall, straight figure, with broad shoulders and a back, as if he could carry a mountain, appeared in full view of everyone!

Zeng Long straightened up, his gaze sharp as lightning, and instantly locked onto the eyes of his grandfather Zeng Xu, who was standing at the very front!

Grandpa Zeng looked at the face that resembled his son's when he was young, but with more of the sharp, angular features.

Looking at the deep, weathered look between his brows, a look far beyond his years, I could see the vicissitudes and profound wisdom that lay between his brows.

Looking at this figure he had sketched in countless reports and who had haunted his dreams...

This old general, who had spent his life in the military, experiencing countless battles and political storms, had long since ingrained emotional control into his very bones.

At this moment, the tears that had been swirling in my eyes, which I had been holding back, could no longer be contained!

Two murky yet scalding tears, without warning, slid silently down the old man's face, which was etched with the wrinkles of time.

He wanted to step forward and hug this grandson who made him both proud and heartbroken.

However, the overwhelming excitement and joy that almost overwhelmed him, along with the guilt that had been buried deep in his heart for many years...

His once mighty, steadfast legs, which had traversed battlefields with unwavering strength, trembled violently as if filled with lead, making it impossible for him to take even half a step forward!

Zeng Long's eyes,

She always followed closely behind her grandfather.

When I saw those two silent yet incredibly heavy tears slide down Grandpa's face...

His heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, sending a sharp, real, agonizing pain through him!

That wasn't the emotion a commander or soldier should have; it was the emotion of a grandson, connected by blood.

Seeing a close relative in such a state evokes an instinctive and uncontrollable feeling of heartache!

He moved.

Without waiting for anyone to lead the way, without waiting for Grandpa to come hobbling over.

With extremely heavy steps, he walked towards his grandfather. Each step seemed to tread on the corridor of time, shattering eighteen years of estrangement and misunderstanding.

About three meters away from Grandpa Zeng, Zeng Long suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Then, under the astonished and moved gazes of everyone—

He bent his knees and knelt down heavily before Old Master Zeng Xu without hesitation!

"Dad!" Zeng Sheng exclaimed in surprise, and with quick reflexes, he caught the old man who was so agitated by his grandson's kneeling that he almost fell over.

Zeng Sheng helped his father up, and the old man, using the support, seemed to traverse the distance between heaven and earth to reach his grandson. Then, with difficulty and trembling, he bent down and squatted down.

A hand covered in age spots, with thick knuckles, once wielding a gun and commanding thousands of troops, but now trembling violently, slowly and with an almost reverent care gently touched Zeng Long's angular, resolute, and tough face.

The touch was of warm skin, and the realistic sensation made the old man's throat tighten with emotion.

"My...my dear grandson..." Grandpa Zeng's voice was hoarse and broken, with a heavy nasal tone. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from the deepest part of his chest, filled with endless longing and torment. "Do you know...Grandpa has been waiting for this day...his heart is almost breaking..."

"Grandpa is so scared... so scared..." Tears welled up in the old man's eyes again. "I'm afraid that my old bones... won't be able to... won't be able to see the day when I can be reunited with my beloved grandson..."

His fingers gently stroked his grandson's face, as if to confirm that this was not yet another dream.

"Grandpa wouldn't dare disturb you... much less... bring you any pressure..."

"Grandpa could only... wait in agonizing silence... waiting through every dawn and dusk..."

"Grandpa's biggest fear... his biggest fear is... when he closes his eyes and leaves this world... he won't be able to... wait for his good grandson... to call him... Grandpa..."

This heartfelt and tearful outpouring of humility and deep affection, like the most intense lava, fiercely washed over and crashed against Zeng Long's frozen heart!

He originally thought that only his parents and sister were being careful.

Only now did he truly realize that the entire Zeng family, from his grandfather to his parents, and every single relative, was carrying the heavy guilt brought about by that tragedy, waiting for him day and night in a kind of humble yet profound longing and love!

An unprecedented warm and bittersweet current, mixed with the tremors of blood resonance, surged up from the soles of his feet, shooting straight to the top of his head with unstoppable force! It instantly permeated his limbs and bones!

All the entanglements, all the defensiveness, all the doubts, seemed to melt away like ice and snow in the face of this most simple and profound family affection.

Zeng Long closed his eyes and exhaled a deep, long breath. That breath seemed to carry away the last trace of estrangement and hesitation.

When he opened his eyes again, the icy expanse deep within them had melted, revealing the warmth and determination that belonged to the identity of "Zeng Linglong".

He looked up at his grandfather's tear-filled, hopeful face, his lips parted slightly, and finally, he uttered the first and most solemn title of his life:

"grandfather……!"

The voice was not loud, but it was clear and steady, carrying a sense of solemnity and belonging, as if the dust had settled.

"Okay...okay!!!"

The moment Grandpa Zeng heard the word "Grandpa," he seemed to be infused with boundless vitality! Tears streamed down his face, yet he let out a loud, hearty laugh filled with endless joy and pride!

He gripped his grandson's arm tightly, trying to pull him up, his voice trembling with emotion, yet carrying a power that pierced the heavens:

"I was once a soldier! I fought my entire life, winning countless battles and earning numerous military merits!"

"But today! Today is the happiest and most exciting day of my life, for this old man like me!"

"I have no regrets in this life! No regrets at all!!!"

"I finally... I finally heard my Long'er... call me Grandpa!!!"

The old man's laughter mingled with tears, echoing in front of the ancient courtyard gate.

Grandma Lin Fen staggered over to Zeng Long, her hands trembling as she looked at her beloved grandson.

Zeng Long's voice was hoarse and choked with sobs:

"Grandma!" he called out as he took his grandmother's hands and placed them on his face.

Lin Fen couldn't stop her tears from flowing. She gently stroked Zeng Long's face while sobbing and murmuring.

"My grandson is calling me grandma, my little dragon is calling me grandma..."

The afterglow of the setting sun cast a warm golden glow on the kneeling, upright figures and the three generations of grandfather, grandmother, and grandson who were bending down to help each other.

Eighteen years of separation were completely healed in this act of kneeling and calling out.

The true dragon of the Zeng family has finally returned to its nest.

But new storms are about to quietly brew amidst the warmth of this reunion.