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

Liu Sitong watched her daughter finish her soup, then quickly leaned down and asked softly:

"Ruge, how are you feeling now? Is there anything still bothering you?"

"What would you like to eat? Mom will make it for you right away!"

Her voice was filled with the relief of surviving a disaster and an indescribable tenderness.

Yan Ruge shook her head slightly, her voice still a little weak, but very clear:

"Mom...I'm okay now."

"I'm sorry to have worried you."

Her gaze drifted towards Zeng Linglong once again.

This time, there was no dodging.

Yan Chonghua was extremely astute and immediately caught the look in his daughter's eyes.

He coughed lightly and gave his wife and He Jing a wink.

Then, he patted Yan Hai on the shoulder.

"Sitong, Sister He... let's go out for a bit and let the doctor come and take another look."

"Xiaoyu, come here too, help Auntie carry some things."

He Jing understood, put down the soup bowl, and, pulling the still somewhat dazed Zeng Lingyu along, quietly left the ward with Yan Chonghua and his wife.

Yan Hai glanced deeply at his sister and Zeng Linglong, then turned and left, gently closing the door behind him.

The ward fell silent instantly.

All that remained were the faint beeping of the instruments and the barely audible breathing of the two people.

Zeng Linglong walked to the bedside chair and sat down.

The location was exactly the same as when he confided in someone alone last time.

Yan Ruge turned her head slightly and looked at him.

The warm yellow light shone on her profile, outlining her soft features, and her long eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyes.

The atmosphere was tranquil and subtle.

It was as if invisible threads were slowly winding and tightening between the two of them.

finally.

It was Zeng Linglong who broke the silence first.

His voice was very soft and gentle, with a deep, magnetic quality like the friction of sand, completely different from his usual cold and resolute demeanor.

"Why be so foolish?"

He looked at her, his gaze complex.

"To take a bullet for me?"

"I……"

"Why did you come out in the first place?!"

Yan Ruge suddenly spoke, interrupting him.

Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried a stubborn strength, and her eyes were fixed on him without blinking.

"You knew perfectly well... they would kill you!"

Why...why did you still stand before me without hesitation? Standing...under the muzzle of a gun?

Her eyes were slightly red, and her voice trembled with a sob:

"Brother Long..."

"You were in that desperate situation... shot in both legs, bleeding so much..."

"You can still use your straight back to protect me and safeguard me..."

"You can still use your eyes... to tell me not to be afraid."

Yan Ruge's tears finally slid down her cheeks, but she was smiling:

"You... have gone to such lengths for me."

"What else... do I have to be afraid of?"

Zeng Linglong was stunned.

He looked at the woman in front of him, her eyes filled with tears yet a smile.

Looking at the unreserved trust and attachment on her pale face.

Looking into her eyes, I saw a love brighter than the stars...

In his chest cavity, there was a hard corner that seemed to have been frozen for more than ten years.

At this moment.

"Click..."

A faint, subtle, yet undeniably real, glimmer appeared...

crack.

A warm current quietly flowed in through the crack.

My heart, which had been frozen for so long, felt as if it had been scalded by this warm current, twitching slightly, and then...

It started to jump faster.

He smiled too.

It wasn't the cold, calculating, or decisive laugh he usually gave.

Rather, it was a smile that came from the heart, a smile that was filled with relief, emotion, and even a touch of clumsy gentleness.

He smiled as Yan Rugo finally woke up.

My frozen heart has finally begun to open and I can smile.

Even more so... the bloody revenge that is about to be launched against the enemy is about to usher in its first decisive victory—and he laughed.

Warmth filled the ward.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

No further words are needed.

All the fear, sacrifice, waiting, and anticipation...

They all found their home in these silent glances and smiles.

until--

"bite."

A soft message notification sounded from Zeng Linglong's phone, which was on his bedside table.

This rare tranquility was broken.

The gentle smile on Zeng Linglong's face slowly faded away like the tide.

But his eyes did not regain their former coldness.

Instead, it transformed into a kind of... all-encompassing, serene profundity.

He picked up his phone, unlocked it, and glanced at the screen.

It was an encrypted text message.

The content is very short.

His gaze lingered on the screen for three seconds.

Then, the corners of his mouth curved into a smile once again.

This time, the laughter was completely different from the one before.

It has the feeling of a hunter seeing his prey finally all step into the trap...

Composure, and ruthlessness.

He raised his head and looked at Yan Rugo, his voice still gentle, but now carrying an undeniable strength:

"Ruge, you should get some rest."

"I... might have to leave for a while."

He paused, a hint of amusement in his voice:

"I think... I, the 'behind-the-scenes boss' of the Longyu Group..."

"Soon, it will be... publicly released."

"And those few companies..."

His gaze suddenly sharpened like a knife, as if it could pierce through walls and see the investigation team rushing towards them:

"I'm afraid it's time to begin..."

"The arm was severed, and the leg was cut off."

After he finished speaking, he stood up.

He walked to the bedside, bent down, and gently tucked the blanket around Yan Ruge.

His fingers casually brushed a stray strand of hair from her cheek and tucked it behind her ear.

Her movements were natural, yet they instantly brought a faint blush to Yan Ruge's cheeks.

"Wait for me to come back."

He said softly.

Then, he turned around.

Without hesitation, without looking back.

I opened the ward door and went out.

The door closed gently behind me.

It isolated them from the outside world, and also from what was to come...

bloody.

Yan Ruge lay on the hospital bed, quietly watching the closed door.

She didn't ask.

He didn't even think about what he was going to do.

But she knew.

This man...

There must be things that need to be done.

And this matter—

That's what he promised...

revenge.

A slight smile played on her lips as she closed her eyes, savoring the lingering warmth and scent of him on the blanket.

Feeling at ease, I drift off to sleep.

Outside.

The corridor lights were a cold, white.

All the gentleness on Zeng Linglong's face had vanished.

Instead, there was a chilling, frozen landscape and an absolute authority that controlled life and death.

The investigation team... has arrived.

A chillingly cold smile curved the corners of his mouth.

"finally……"

"Everyone's here."

"This scene..."

"It's time to close the net."