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

The main hall of the Zeng Family Courtyard.

Inside the antique-style hall, the lights were bright, yet it was filled with a warmth that was different from the usual solemnity, almost cautious yet extremely ardent.

When Zeng Long's gaze finally fell formally and without any barriers on Zeng Sheng and He Jing, the flow of time seemed to become viscous again.

He stepped forward, standing before his parents. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly; the name he had rehearsed countless times in his heart, yet which he had never been able to utter due to various inner conflicts, now seemed to break free of its final shackles:

"dad……"

"mom……"

His voice carried a calmness that came after everything had settled, and a subtle, barely perceptible tenderness that belonged to a son.

"Oh! Oh! My son—!!!"

He Jing could no longer contain herself; countless days and nights of longing, guilt, worry, and ecstasy... all her emotions erupted like a volcano! She lunged forward!

She embraced her proud son, whom she had lost and found, with all her might, as if she wanted to re-integrate him into her very being!

She laughed and cried at the same time. Her laughter was a cathartic release, and her crying was an extreme release of heartache. Her tears instantly soaked the fabric of Zeng Linglong's shirt.

"He's back... really back... my little dragon... Mom's good son..."

She repeated herself incoherently, her hands constantly stroking and patting her son's back, feeling the incredibly real warmth of this regained child.

Zeng Sheng, who was known in the military for his iron-fisted and resolute demeanor, was now completely broken down.

His chest heaved violently, and his eyes visibly reddened and moistened.

He didn't pounce on her like his wife did.

She just patted her son's shoulder hard, again and again.

His lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something, but after a long while he could only utter a few broken syllables:

"Good...good...it's good that you're back...it's good that you're back!"

The tenderness of this tough guy is all the more precious and touching at this moment.

Grandpa Zeng held his grandson's other hand tightly, as if afraid that if he let go, the dream would end.

Seeing this heartwarming family reunion, the old man's eyes welled up with tears of relief again, but a satisfied smile remained on his lips.

Once He Jing calmed down a bit, Old Master Zeng took a deep breath and regained his composure as the head of the family.

He took Zeng Linglong's hand, faced the room full of relatives, and introduced the important members of the Zeng family present to his grandson one by one in a loud and solemn voice.

When introducing each person, Mr. Zeng would elaborate on their relationship with Zeng Long, as well as their achievements and contributions.

Zeng Linglong listened attentively, his eyes shining with determination.

He knew that this was an important step for him to integrate into the family and the beginning of his responsibility to the family.

My eldest uncle was Zeng Yong, and my youngest uncle was Zeng Qiang.

My younger aunt is Zeng Ling, and my older aunt is Zeng Ting.

Aunt and uncle, and Zeng Long's siblings...

Every family member greeted the legendary family dragon with the most fervent and warm gaze.

After the introductions were finished, Old Master Zeng's expression turned serious, and his gaze swept across the entire room:

"Now, follow me into the ancestral hall!"

Surrounded by the core members of the Zeng family, the old master Zeng personally led Zeng Long through the corridor to the ancestral hall in the backyard, which was even more solemn and majestic, and where the ancestral tablets of the Zeng family were enshrined.

The sandalwood incense wafts gently, and the candlelight burns ever bright.

Zeng Long stood in the center of the ancestral hall, facing the ancestral tablets, guided by the deep and solemn voice of the old man Zeng—

He straightened his clothes and adopted a solemn expression.

Kneel and kowtow.

One bow is to express gratitude for the continuation of our bloodline.

I bow again to comfort the spirits of my ancestors.

Three bows, to show my determination not to let down my family's reputation.

He kowtowed nine times, each time heavily, his forehead striking the ground with a resounding thud.

After the ceremony was completed, Zeng Long slowly stood up.

Grandpa Zeng stepped forward, faced the ancestral tablets, and said in a resounding voice, almost like a declaration:

"Ancestors above! Your unworthy descendant Zeng Rong, today, brings my family bloodline—Zeng Linglong—back to our ancestral home to pay homage to our forefathers!"

"From this day forward, Zeng Linglong, the prodigy and heir of the Zeng family, has officially returned to his rightful place!"

"The dragon returns to the sea, bringing glory to our family!"

"The Zeng family is fortunate; our ancestors blessed us!"

After he finished speaking, the ancestral hall fell into a solemn silence.

All members of the Zeng family, regardless of age, were deeply moved.

They knew that this was not just a ceremony, but a coronation for the future leader of the Zeng family, who was officially recognized by the family and their ancestors!

From this moment on, "Zeng Long" became more of a code name or alias, while his true name, the one that carried the family's hopes and mission, was—

Zeng Linglong!

Zeng represents the power, prestige, and loyalty of the Zeng family, a military clan with a history spanning a century.

Ling symbolizes the courage and height to ride the waves, soar to the clouds, and fly high.

The dragon symbolizes the true dragon of the nine heavens, traversing the universe, possessing an invincible destiny and fortune.

This name represents the old man's deepest expectations for his grandson.

We hope that he can carry on the family's glory, and with unwavering loyalty and courage, overcome all obstacles and confusion.

Soaring straight to the heavens, becoming a true dragon that roams the skies and protects the nation!

At this moment, Grandpa Zeng looked at his grandson beside him, who stood tall and had a deep and determined look in his eyes.

His eyes held a mixture of pride, compassion, and the domineering aura of the older generation of revolutionaries and military strategists.

His dragon has finally returned, and he is even more outstanding and more... unfathomable than he imagined.

The aunt, Zeng Ling, was the first to jump over. With her straightforward and fiery personality, she looked her nephew up and down, her eyes sparkling.

"Yes! That's more like it! That's the kind of person my Zeng family should have!"

She didn't hold back her praise: Look at him! Tall, handsome, and dashing!

A model's figure, a star's looks, a hero's aura, plus that domineering, all-powerful aura of a king!

She put her arm around Zeng Linglong's shoulder, half-jokingly and half-seriously:

Xiaolong, with your looks, wouldn't you be the envy of countless young girls?

How about your aunt gets you connected with some top film companies and international directors?

With your charisma, you don't even need acting skills. Just stand in front of the camera, and I guarantee the box office will explode, and countless girls will go crazy for you!

She got more and more excited as she spoke, even looking at the old man: "Dad, am I right? Three years, no, one year! Guaranteed to make me an international superstar!"

"Give me a break! You're always coming up with terrible ideas!" Aunt Zeng Ting said irritably, shoving her younger sister aside and squeezing in front of her nephew, her eyes filled with scrutiny and shrewdness.