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

On the street outside the Glass Time Cafe.

Inside a low-key but luxurious black sedan.

Through the tinted car window, Chen Yifeng watched as Yan Rugo and Zeng Lingyu's car merged into the traffic.

He tapped his knees lightly with his fingertips, his eyes sharp as an eagle's, completely devoid of his usual gentle and refined demeanor.

"Follow them, keep your distance," he instructed the driver in a calm voice.

"Yes, Brother Feng."

Meanwhile, inside an extremely flashy bright pink sports car on the street corner.

Tengfei was frantically starting the car, muttering to himself:

"Oh dear, why did Xiaoyu leave so soon? I haven't even seen my new car yet!"

A large, extravagant bouquet of colorful roses sat in the passenger seat, perfectly complementing the color of his sports car.

He floored the accelerator, trying to keep up, but almost scraped against a road post, drawing stares from passersby.

Inside the car ahead.

Zeng Lingyu saw that striking pink color through the back window—

I couldn't help but roll my eyes elegantly:

"Sister Ruge, can't he choose a more understated color? It's like he's afraid people won't know who he is."

Yan Rugo's lips curled slightly, revealing a hint of a smile:

"Tengfei's style has always been straightforward and single-minded."

"He only has eyes for you now."

"At least someone who isn't thick-skinned would never dare to parade around like him."

She paused, then added:

"In comparison, Chen Yifeng's seemingly ordinary Audi A8 is probably modified to be more robust than an armored car."

Zeng Lingyu asked curiously, "So... are we going to my house as planned now?"

"Yes," Yan Ruge nodded, her eyes softening slightly.

"Visiting your aunt first is the priority. As for our 'little plan'... we'll ask your aunt when we get to your house later."

The car drove smoothly toward the old house of Zeng Sheng and He Jing in the core area of ​​Beijing.

It was a two-story villa that had undergone modern renovations.

It retains the traditional charm while also providing comfort and privacy.

As soon as Zeng Lingyu entered the house, she felt the oppressive atmosphere.

The nanny came forward, her face showing worry, and said in a low voice:

"Miss, Miss Yan, Madam is in the flower room and hasn't moved much all afternoon, nor has she had any tea or snacks."

Zeng Lingyu and Yan Ruge exchanged a glance, their hearts sinking simultaneously.

The two tiptoed through the corridor and arrived at the glass conservatory.

As the setting sun shone through the glass, the various rare flowers inside the greenhouse were bathed in a warm golden glow.

But it couldn't dispel the chill in the heart of the woman sitting in the wicker chair.

Mrs. Zeng—He Jing, Zeng Lingyu's mother.

A talented woman once known in the capital for her gentle beauty.

He was once the head of a state-owned enterprise, but now he is like an orchid that has lost its moisture, withered and exhausted.

She had already resigned before she was even fifty, but her temples were already gray.

He stared blankly at a Phalaenopsis orchid in full bloom before him.

Unconsciously, she was stroking a small, somewhat worn baby shirt in her hands.

"Mom," Zeng Lingyu walked quickly over, squatted down beside her mother, and held her cold hand:

"I'm back. Look, Sister Ruge has come to see you too."

He Jing slowly came back to her senses, and when she saw Yan Ruge, a faint glimmer of light managed to squeeze out of her dim eyes:

"It's Ruge... Good girl, you've come to see Auntie again."

"Aunt."

Yan Ruge sat down on her other side, her voice unusually gentle, a quality she rarely displayed to outsiders:

"Ling Yu said you haven't had a good appetite lately. How can this be? Your health is the most important thing."

"I brought some jujube and yam cake from your favorite imperial pastry shop. Would you please try some?"

He Jing gently shook her head, tears streaming down her face without warning.

"I can't eat..."

"The moment I close my eyes, I think of that child..."

"I wonder if he's eaten well and dressed warmly, I wonder if he..."

"Is he still alive...?"

She choked back tears, clutching the baby's shirt tightly to her heart:

"It's all my fault. If I had been more alert, I wouldn't have let them steal him right under my nose..."

"Auntie, this isn't your fault!"

Yan Ruge spoke firmly, grasping He Jing's other hand:

"Those wicked people are scheming and cunning, and it's impossible to guard against them."

"You just gave birth and are weak. How can we blame you?"

"Blame those utterly depraved and evil forces!"

"The Zeng family and our Yan family have never given up the search over the years, and one day we will find Linglong."

Zeng Lingyu, with tears in her eyes, also advised:

"Mom, my brother will definitely be lucky. If you ruin your health, you'll be so worried when he comes back."

He Jing just silently shed tears; clearly, she had heard this kind of consolation too many times, and her heart was still troubled.

Yan Ruge looked at Madam Zeng's appearance.

My heart aches.

This strengthened her resolve to help the Zeng family find their never-before-seen "fiancé".

After thinking for a moment, she decided to reveal a little information, hoping it might give her aunt a glimmer of hope.

"Auntie," she said in a low voice.

"I recently found some vague clues through some channels."

He Jing suddenly raised her head, her eyes flashing with urgent light:

"What clue? Ruge, tell me quickly!"

"The clues point overseas, and seem to be related to... a group with a special background."

Yan Ruge carefully chose her words, avoiding directly using terms like "special personnel" or "team".

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

"The members seem to be very young and are acting discreetly. I'm trying to verify this, which may take some time."

He Jing grasped at Yan Rugo's hand tightly, as if it were a lifeline:

"Overseas? Special group? He...did he suffer a lot? Was he in danger?"

The mother's worry immediately overshadowed her brief hope.

"Auntie, this is just a preliminary clue; it may not necessarily be Ling Long."

Yan Ruge quickly comforted her:

"But in any case, this is a new direction. Please take care of yourself so that the truth can come out eventually, right?"

Perhaps this time there is finally some concrete information that is different from the previous "we are trying to find".

He Jing's emotions seemed to have stabilized slightly. She murmured:

"Yes, I will take good care of myself... I will wait for my Long'er to come back..."

At this moment, the nanny brought over hot tea and snacks that Yan Ruge had brought.

After being gently persuaded by the two men, He Jing finally managed to eat a small piece of jujube cake.

Seeing that her mother's emotions had calmed down a bit, Zeng Lingyu quietly gave Yan Ruge a wink.

Yan Ruge understood, and changed the subject, her tone becoming lighter:

"Auntie, speaking of which, Lingyu and I ran into those two annoying people again today."

He Jing's attention was diverted, and she frowned slightly:

"Are they...the two children from the Chen and Teng families?"

"Yes," Zeng Lingyu immediately chimed in, pouting and complaining:

"That Tengfei is like a persistent ghost! Yesterday he actually bribed the abbot to spout nonsense, it infuriated me!"

Yan Ruge smiled faintly:

"Chen Yifeng didn't show up, but his 'planning' is getting closer and closer, and he's almost infiltrated my academic paper project."

Although He Jing was immersed in grief, she was, after all, from a prominent family and was well aware of these tricks.

She sighed softly:

"These two children... one is too innocent, the other is too cunning."

"Especially Ruge, I don't know how to explain your engagement to Linglong. I'm so sorry to have wronged you."

My brother will find it.

If Sister Ruge doesn't like her brother when he comes back, then let nature take its course.

Sister Ruge meant the same thing.

"And also, Mom," Zeng Lingyu leaned closer to her mother and said coquettishly.

"Ru Ge and I have come up with an idea to make them give up! We need your help with a small favor..."

Zeng Lingyu whispered a few words in He Jing's ear.

Upon hearing this, He Jing's haggard face revealed a faint, long-lost smile.

She gently tapped her daughter's forehead:

"You two little devils..."

"That's a rather malicious idea."

"But...it's alright too."

"Let them know that the daughters of the Zeng and Yan families are not so easy to scheme against."

"He's also secretly planning to make a move on my future daughter-in-law."

Half an hour later, Yan Rugo and Zeng Lingyu escorted He Jing, whose mood had clearly improved, back to her room to rest.

The two returned to the living room, exchanged a smile, and the first step of their plan had succeeded.

Just then, the nanny came in to report:

"Miss, Young Master Tengfei is here, he's right outside the door. He says..."

"I told Miss Xiaoyu that I was giving her the 'marriage charm' that she left at the temple."

Zeng Lingyu was stunned: "I never asked for that thing!"

Yan Ruge sneered: "Look, they can't wait to find an excuse to stick it up."

Zeng Lingyu nodded and said to the nanny:

"Aunt Liu, please tell him that my mother caught a cold and is not feeling well. I just helped her to bed and it's not convenient for her to receive guests."

"As for the things," she paused, "just have him give them to you, and thank him for his 'kindness'."

"Yes, Miss." The nanny was about to take her orders and leave.

It was interrupted by a series of footsteps.

Chen Yifeng walked in with his two henchmen, Li Rui and Xiao Wei, carrying a bouquet of expensive orchids.

"I heard Aunt He wasn't feeling well, so I came to check on her."

Chen Yifeng pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, his tone gentle yet calculating.

Zeng Lingyu looked at him warily: "Chen Yifeng, what are you up to now?"

Chen Yifeng chuckled:

"Little Yu, what you're saying is true. Our Chen and Zeng families have been friends for generations."

"Although there are differences in their governing philosophies, isn't it only right for a younger generation to care about Aunt He?"

Just then, a commotion broke out outside.

Tengfei rushed in carrying a huge pile of supplements:

"Xiaoyu! I found some century-old wild ginseng from Changbai Mountain! And cordyceps from Nagqu, Tibet! Where's Auntie?"

Chen Yifeng frowned slightly: "Tengfei, Auntie is currently too weak to take any tonics; these highly nourishing foods will only harm her."

Tengfei immediately exploded: "Chen Yifeng! What do you mean? I think you're a weasel offering New Year's greetings to a chicken!"

"Young Master Teng is still so impulsive."

Chen Yifeng said calmly, "Being so impulsive in the business world will only lead to losses."

Yan Ruge observed coldly, then suddenly spoke:

"Yifeng is right, Tengfei, you were indeed impulsive. However..."

She changed the subject:

"Young Master Chen is so concerned about the Zeng family's affairs; he even knows exactly what flowers Auntie likes. He's really gone to a lot of trouble."

Chen Yifeng's eyes flickered slightly, but he quickly regained his composure:

"Of course. After all, it's a token of our appreciation from the younger generation, and Li Rui also wanted to spend more time with Xiaoyu."

This statement stunned everyone present.

Tengfei jumped up, shouting, "Chen Yifeng, what do you mean?!"

Chen Yifeng adjusted his glasses and looked at Yan Rugo meaningfully:

"Ru Ge should understand what I mean. Since Tengfei isn't respectable enough, isn't that better for everyone?"

Tengfei was so angry he almost wanted to kill someone, but he also knew that "Mrs. Zeng was unwell" and that they couldn't argue too intensely inside the house.

Xiaoyu then said angrily:

"If you want to argue, go outside."

"You're disturbing my mom's rest. If my dad finds out, he'll break your legs."

After venting his anger.

Xiao Yu arrived at the garden outside the gate in a huff.

In the garden downstairs, Tengfei immediately chased after Zeng Lingyu and pestered her:

"Xiaoyu, Grandpa Zhao's birthday banquet is next week. Will you be my date?"

Zeng Lingyu said impatiently, "I'm not going! I hate those kinds of occasions!"

"But Chen Yifeng will definitely invite Ru Ge!"

Tengfei said urgently:

"Then they'll be a perfect couple. That girl's got ulterior motives; Ru Ge is your future sister-in-law!"

Zeng Lingyu glared at him: "Is this all you think about all day?"

Tengfei said aggrievedly:

"I'm only doing this for your own good! Do you know what's being said in the industry right now?"

"They're saying the Chen and Yan families are going to have a marriage alliance, and that you and Ru Ge..."

"Soar!" Zeng Lingyu stomped her foot in anger.

"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll never speak to you again!"

At this time, Chen Yifeng's two henchmen—

Li Rui and Xiao Wei strolled over, saying in a sarcastic tone:

"Oh, is Young Master Teng being persistent again?"

Li Rui sneered, "Miss Zeng clearly doesn't think much of you. Have some self-awareness, will you?"

Xiao Wei chimed in, "Exactly! Does she even know her own worth? Does she deserve the Zeng family's daughter?"

Tengfei immediately exploded: "Damn it! Are you looking for a fight?"

He then started to take action.

Zeng Lingyu quickly grabbed him: "Tengfei! Don't be impulsive!"

But Tengfei had already thrown a punch at Li Rui: "Serves you right for being so foul-mouthed!"

The garden was thrown into chaos.

It wasn't until Zeng Sheng returned and yelled, "What are you doing?"

That's how they stopped the fight.

"What kind of behavior is this!" Zeng Sheng roared.

"What kind of place is my home?"

Chen Yifeng then appeared leisurely, feigning to reprimand his henchman:

"You don't know the rules! Apologize to Young Master Teng and Uncle Zeng right now!"

But then he turned to Zeng Sheng and said:

"Uncle Zeng, don't be angry. It's normal for young people to be impulsive."

"However, Tengfei really needs to change his temper, after all, he represents the image of the Teng family."

These words, seemingly meant to offer advice, were actually a dig at Tengfei.

His eyes also radiated a cold light; this desire for control was exactly what he craved.