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

The expressions on the faces of Chen Yifeng's henchmen changed subtly.

It seems they didn't expect Yan Rugo to be so disrespectful.

A shadow crossed the depths of Chen Yifeng's eyes!

But his smile only deepened.

However, the smile did not reach his eyes.

"In that case, I won't disturb your enjoyment any longer."

He nodded with an air of nonchalance, as if he didn't care at all:

"We're right over there. You can call me anytime if you need anything."

After saying that, he gave Yan Rugo a deep look!

His eyes were complex, containing interest, frustration, and a sharp glint of determination!

Then he led the people to another booth not far away.

After Chen Yifeng and his group had walked away, Su Xiaotang muttered softly:

"Tch, so hypocritical...it's annoying to look at."

Yan Ruge did not respond, but simply picked up her coffee and took another small sip.

It was as if he had just swatted away a buzzing fly.

Her profile appeared even more aloof and resolute in the sunlight.

Chen Yifeng's appearance and probing did not shake her in the slightest!

This only strengthened her resolve to be independent.

She never wanted to become a pawn in the power struggles between any families again, whether it was the Zeng family or the Chen family.

Silence fell over the café again, with only the soothing music playing.

The sunlight shone on Yan Ruge, casting a halo around her, which only made her appear more lonely and resolute.

She stopped talking, simply picked up the now slightly cold cup of coffee again, and immersed herself in her own world once more.

That marriage contract, like the coffee that had gone cold in her hand, was tasteless.

To abandon or not to abandon, when to abandon, and how to abandon—

This time, she wanted to take control of the situation.

At the very least, this farce should end with some dignity.

And anyone who tries to take advantage of her vulnerability, thinking they can easily control her!

No matter who it is, they will only receive her cold rejection.

And far away, in another country, there was a boy who was born on the same day as her, whose fate was perhaps meant to intersect with hers—

They are currently undergoing a baptism of blood and fire, completely unaware of it.

The ripples in the capital city had not yet reached his world.

The Yan family's courtyard house is hidden deep in a quiet alley in Beijing.

With its blue bricks and gray tiles, vermilion gates and copper rings, and two imposing stone lions standing before the gate, the building exudes a dignified and awe-inspiring presence!

Everywhere you look, you can feel the heritage and prestige of a century-old family.

This place feels like a completely different world from the bustling city outside!

There are always security personnel in military uniforms and sharp suits around!

He scanned his surroundings warily.

Inside the courtyard, ancient trees reach for the sky, and bonsai are elegant.

Mr. Yan Fushan, who is over seventy years old, was sitting in a rattan chair.

Wearing reading glasses, he leisurely flipped through an internal reference document.

Although he has retired, he still pays close attention to the national economy and people's livelihood, and his sharp thinking remains as keen as ever.

As the former number two figure at the Dragon Kingdom Think Tank!

His achievements in the economic field and the influence of his students and friends!

This ensured that the Yan family remained among the top families in the Dragon Kingdom.

Today is the weekend, and the courtyard is more lively than usual.

The eldest daughter, Yan Lihua (head of a state-owned enterprise), was sitting on a stone bench nearby, making a phone call.

His tone was crisp and efficient!

The content involves key terms of overseas M&A projects!

His brows revealed an undeniable decisiveness.

The second daughter, Yan Yazhi (Vice President of Peking University), was quietly brewing Kung Fu tea at the tea table next to her!

Her movements were fluid and graceful, and her demeanor was gentle and refined!

Occasionally, he would talk to his younger brother who was looking at documents next to him.

Yan Rugo's father, Yan Chonghua (the second-in-command of the Organization and Political Department), exchanged a few words in hushed tones about personnel changes in the academic circle.

Yan Rugo's mother, Liu Sitong (director of the Beijing Propaganda Department), has not arrived yet; it is said that there is an emergency meeting in the department.

A series of light footsteps approached.

Yan Ruge changed out of the slightly aloof suit she wore at the coffee shop—

Wearing a soft cashmere cardigan, she looked docile and gentle.

She first greeted her eldest aunt, second aunt, and father politely!

Then he tiptoed up behind his grandfather!

A pair of slender, delicate hands rested on the old man's shoulders and began to knead them skillfully.

"Grandpa, are you tired after reading for so long? Let me give you a massage."

The girl's voice was soft and sweet, with just the right amount of coquettishness, completely different from her aloofness in the coffee shop earlier.

Yan Fushan put down the documents, comfortably squinted his eyes, patted his granddaughter's hand, and a kind smile appeared on his face:

"My dear Ge'er is so thoughtful. It's rare for the whole family to be here today, and you're the most considerate one to come and keep Grandpa company."

Yan Lihua, who was on the phone, temporarily hung up and smiled at her niece:

"Dad, you're so biased. Now that Ge'er's here, all of us daughters who're busy with our own affairs are inferior to her?"

That's what he said, but his eyes were full of affection for his niece.

Yan Yazhi handed her father a cup of freshly brewed tea, smiling gently.

"Big sister, why are you competing with the child for affection? Ge'er, come, try some tea that your second aunt made."