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

Beijing, the General Staff compound.

The helicopter landed directly on the rooftop.

Zeng Linglong had changed out of his combat uniform and was now wearing a simple dark casual outfit. His posture was still upright, but the battlefield aura between his brows had been mostly subdued, leaving only a hint of coldness.

He hurried to Old Liu's office.

"Hahaha……!"

A hearty, loud laugh immediately followed.

Old Liu stood up from behind his large desk, walked around it, and came to greet him in a few steps. His eyes were full of satisfaction and admiration.

"A ruling is a ruling!"

Old Liu patted Zeng Linglong's shoulder forcefully.

"With ease... he made those unruly elite soldiers submit and hold them in awe."

"With just a few words...they reignited their passion and enthusiasm!"

"Good! Well done!"

Zeng Linglong gave a helpless smile.

"Stop, stop!"

He raised his hand and made a pause gesture.

"Old Liu, I don't have time to listen to this right now."

He glanced at his watch again, his tone unusually urgent.

"I'm going to my maternal grandfather's house for dinner."

My parents passed away a long time ago.

"Xiaoyu sent me several messages in a row..."

"They said my maternal grandfather's family...the whole family was waiting for me."

"Arrange a car for me as soon as possible."

"I need to get there right away."

Old Liu was taken aback, then chuckled and shook his head.

"It's all been arranged for you!"

"Your grandfather told me that a long time ago."

He pointed out the window.

"The car is right at the gate, hurry up and go."

"Alright!"

Zeng Linglong smiled easily and waved his hand casually.

"Bye-Bye……!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already turned around and strode away, disappearing through the door.

Old Liu walked to the window and watched as Zeng Linglong nimbly jumped into the waiting black car downstairs, which then drove away silently.

The old man's face remained etched with a contented smile for a long time.

"That kid...!"

He chuckled and cursed under his breath, but his eyes were full of pride and anticipation.

Twilight Quadruple.

Outside a traditional courtyard house with an old-fashioned entrance.

The black sedan slowly came to a stop.

Zeng Linglong pushed open the car door, and as soon as his feet touched the ground, his gaze froze.

In front of the ancient, vermilion gate, a large group of people stood in a dark mass.

Standing at the front was a slender but upright old man, dressed in a simple Zhongshan suit, leaning on a sandalwood cane.

From the moment Zeng Linglong got out of the car, his gaze was fixed on him intently and without blinking.

In those eyes, there was an indescribable excitement and a deep affection.

Beside the old man was an elderly woman with an equally kind face.

She gripped the old man's arm tightly with one hand, covered her mouth with the other, her eyes were already red, tears welled up in her eyes, and her body trembled slightly with emotion.

He Jing and Zeng Sheng stood behind the two elders.

He Jing's eyes were also red. Looking at her son, her face showed a complex expression of pride and love.

Zeng Sheng remained calm, but his gaze towards his son held an undisguised warmth and satisfaction.

Zeng Lingyu stood beside her mother, waving vigorously at her brother with a bright smile on her face and sparkling eyes.

Behind them were his uncle, aunt, cousins, and so on... almost everyone from three generations of the He family who could come was there.

All eyes were on Zeng Linglong.

In those eyes was an undisguised expectation, fervor, and deep affection for family.

Zeng Linglong took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions in his heart.

He closed the car door and strode forward quickly.

He Runde—Zeng Linglong's maternal grandfather—when he saw his grandson walking towards him, the knuckles of his hand holding the cane turned slightly white from the force.

He could no longer contain himself. He let go of his wife's hand and, with slightly hurried but still steady steps, went to meet Zeng Linglong!

Just a few steps away, yet it felt like eighteen years had passed.

An old man and a young boy stood on the bluestone path in front of the courtyard gate.

He Runde looked up—examining Zeng Linglong's face deeply and carefully.

Gang Yi's facial features, deep and calm eyes, and a hint of vicissitude and fortitude between his brows, forged in the crucible of blood and fire.

The old man stretched out his aged yet strong hands and grasped Zeng Linglong's hands tightly and firmly.

His hands were trembling slightly.

Her lips moved a few times, as if she wanted to say something, but she choked up and remained silent.

She held on so tightly, as if if she let go, her grandson would disappear again.

Zeng Linglong could clearly feel the burning, almost scorching excitement and love emanating from the old man's palm.

Looking at his grandfather's moist, red eyes, and at every wrinkle etched on the old man's face by the years and longing, the softest part of his heart was deeply touched.

"Hahaha……!"

He Runde finally spoke, a hearty laugh choked with sobs, the sound of which was loud but could not hide the trembling within.

"Okay...okay!"

The old man's voice was loud and clear as he patted Zeng Linglong's hand forcefully.

"My Linglong..."

"Finally back!"

"Little Dragon..."

He Jing then stepped forward, her voice soft and her eyes moist as she looked at her son.

She first said to her father, "Dad, it's chilly outside, let's go inside."

Then he turned to Zeng Linglong and pointed to the old woman who was being helped by her aunt and was walking closer step by step.

"Xiaolong, this is your maternal grandmother."

Zeng Linglong's gaze immediately turned to his grandmother.

Grandma had already walked up to him. She let go of his hand and shakily stretched out her hands, as if she wanted to touch her grandson, but she hesitated and stopped in mid-air.

Zeng Linglong leaned down slightly, bringing his face closer.

Hello, Grandma.

His voice was gentle, carrying the respect that comes with being a junior.

That one word, "Grandma," was like opening a floodgate.

Grandma's tears welled up instantly and rolled down her wrinkled cheeks.

"Okay! Okay! Good!"

She responded repeatedly, her voice choked with emotion.

Those hands, covered in age spots and trembling slightly, finally gently and tenderly touched Zeng Linglong's cheek.

The movements were extremely light and gentle, as if touching the most precious porcelain in the world.

The fingertips were slightly cool, carrying the dryness characteristic of the elderly, but the emotions they conveyed were as hot as fire.

"Little Dragon..."

"My little dragon...is calling me grandma now..."

Grandma's voice broke as she sobbed uncontrollably.

"Grandma misses you... she longs for you..."

My heart... is breaking...

He Jing, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but turn around and quietly wipe away her tears.

"Come on, come on!"

He Runde wiped his eyes hard, roused himself, and held Zeng Linglong's hand tightly.

"Let's go inside! It's cold outside!"

He glared at his family members who were still grieving beside him.

"Don't let my eldest grandson catch a cold!"

The old man pulled Zeng Linglong along, turned, and walked into the courtyard, pointing to the people around him as they went, introducing them in a loud voice:

"This is your eldest uncle, He Xing!"

"This is your aunt!"

"This is your second uncle, He Feng!"

"This is your second aunt!"

"This is your cousin, He Zhendong..."

"My cousin He Ya-wen..."

"My cousin He Zhennan..."

Each time someone was introduced, Zeng Linglong would nod in greeting or address them with a title.

The members of the He family who were called all showed happy and even somewhat flattered smiles, and quickly responded.

Inside the courtyard, lanterns and decorations were hung, creating a festive atmosphere.

In the dining room next to the main hall, three large tables were set up. The dishes were plentiful, steaming hot, and the aroma of wine filled the air.

Without saying a word, He Runde directly pressed Zeng Linglong to the head seat at the main table, right next to himself and his wife.

The elders of the He family, Zeng Sheng, He Jing, and others took their seats in turn.

The other younger members of the family sat at two other tables.