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

In the capital city of China, at the Chen family mansion, in the study late at night.

The light only illuminated a corner of the desk, making the knuckles of Mr. Chen Guoqing's hand, which was tightly gripping the yellowed document bag, appear distinct and trembling slightly.

Chen Yifeng stood at his desk, his face pale and his eyes sunken. The past few days of imprisonment and his confession had drained him of his last bit of strength, leaving him only with the anxiety of awaiting trial.

He had told his grandfather his long-buried secret in detail.

The air was filled with the scents of old books, sandalwood, and an almost solidified heaviness.

Chen Guoqing opened the document "Preliminary Investigation Report on the Baby Swap Incident at Peking Union Medical College Hospital 18 Years Ago"!

When he saw what was inside, his eyes widened like light bulbs, and he suddenly stood up, motionless and silent!

He kept watching and thinking, using his lifelong political acumen to weigh the authenticity and danger of the information.

About five minutes later!

Old Master Chen Guoqing's voice was dry and hoarse, like rusted gears turning. He slowly raised his eyes, his gaze like two blunt knives hardened with ice, fixed on Chen Yifeng's face:

"You...you mean..."

"You got this when you were fifteen or sixteen?"

"Where did this come from?"

Chen Yifeng trembled under his grandfather's gaze, his throat tightened, and he subconsciously swallowed non-existent saliva, his fingers curling up unconsciously.

"grandfather……"

His voice was filled with undisguised fear:

"Back then, didn't I often fight with that counterfeiter Zeng Linglong?"

"And often... she schemed against him and played tricks on him."

"Just...just have the family bodyguards follow him in a car."

"It turned out that... a middle-aged man was also frequently and suspiciously following him."

Chen Yifeng spoke faster, as if eager to prove something:

"At first, I thought they were bodyguards secretly working for the Zeng family."

"But on one occasion, that middle-aged man got into a fight with someone. There were many onlookers, and my bodyguard and I went over as well. We saw and heard it with our own eyes. When the middle-aged man started the fight, he cursed—"

Chen Yifeng's voice suddenly lowered, mimicking that stiff and strange tone:

"Baka...Baka!"

"People of the Sun Country!"

Mr. Chen Guoqing's pupils suddenly contracted!

Chen Yifeng continued, a fine layer of cold sweat beading on his forehead:

"The police arrived, and he spoke with a heavy Japanese accent."

"This isn't right! The Zeng family wouldn't use bodyguards from the United States!"

"What's even stranger is that soon someone came and bailed him out."

He looked up at his grandfather, the same surprise and disbelief from years ago still lingering in his eyes:

"Grandpa, guess who came to protect him?"

Chen Guoqing frowned, and unconsciously held his breath.

Chen Yifeng didn't keep them in suspense and revealed the answer directly, his voice trembling with excitement:

"It's Wu Jun's assistant!"

"He came, said a few words to the police, paid compensation, and that was the end of it."

"From beginning to end, he didn't say a word to that Japanese man, and he left decisively."

"But the more this is the case, the more problematic it becomes!"

Chen Yifeng licked his chapped lips, as if he had returned to his confused teenage years:

"I secretly took photos at the time. I had my bodyguard continue to follow them."

"The bodyguard followed them to the coffee shop and saw the Japanese man meeting with a young woman."

"They speak the language of the sun."

"The bodyguard also took a picture of the woman."

"Later I secretly looked into that woman and found out she was a senior ward nurse in the infant department of Peking Union Medical College Hospital."

"And Zeng Linglong... was born in the ward she was in charge of."

In the study, you could hear a pin drop.

Mr. Chen Guoqing's breathing became heavy.

Chen Yifeng's voice, filled with obvious terror as he continued his narration, abruptly grabbed the teacup on the table and, disregarding its temperature, gulped down several large mouthfuls before continuing:

"At the time, I didn't think much of it, and the investigation was stopped."

"Until the counterfeit goods came to light! The Zeng family was furious!"

He looked at his grandfather, his eyes filled with a complex mix of regret and fear:

"Grandpa, I understood immediately!"

"I immediately mobilized my family's resources to investigate! But you...you warned me back then not to get involved!"

"I...I didn't dare tell you the truth, so...I investigated it privately."

He avoided his grandfather's sudden, sharp gaze and quickly said, head down:

"I had my bodyguards split into three groups: one to chase the nurse, one to chase that Japanese man, and... one to follow Wu Jun's assistant!"

"The first two...we couldn't find them. But the bodyguard who was tracking the assistant...sent something back."

Chen Yifeng pointed to the file folder in Old Master Chen's hand, his voice trembling:

"The bodyguards risked their lives to infiltrate the abandoned factory where they met; the video...the audio...it's all inside."

Mr. Chen Guoqing took a deep breath and, with slightly trembling hands, took out a transparent evidence bag from the document bag.

Inside were several blurry but still recognizable photos—showing Wu Jun's assistant with a man and a woman from the Sun Country in a dimly lit factory.

His gaze was fixed on the photograph, as if he wanted to etch those faces into his mind.

Then, he took out the small voice recorder.

My fingertip hovered over the play button, pausing for three seconds.

It was as if they were gathering their courage to face a truth that could overturn everything.

finally--

"Click."

Press.