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

Yan Ruge continued the conversation herself, her voice tinged with self-mockery and deep helplessness:

"You might think... that we were betrothed from birth and went through life-and-death crises together."

"But the 'conscious' shared experience... started with you."

"You two met several years ago and went through a life-or-death crisis together!"

Her emotions suddenly became agitated, and her voice rose slightly:

"Do you know how envious I am of your Harvard experience that you just described?"

"hehe……"

She actually laughed, but her laughter was hollow and sorrowful:

"It's really ridiculous."

"I was engaged to him first, but you and he were the ones who met and fell in love first."

Outsiders think he and I are a match made in heaven...

Yan Ruge's gaze brightened, and she looked directly at Anna, speaking slowly and deliberately:

"But in my heart, I believe... you and him are a perfect match!"

Her voice suddenly became incredibly clear and calm, as if stating an undeniable fact:

"We both love him just as deeply, even if it means giving our lives—giving everything for him."

I know you won't let go.

"Me neither... nor!"

"I know why you've come here—you think you're the other woman, that I'll steal him away, that I've stolen your beloved."

At this point, Yan Ruge's eyes suddenly reddened, and the tears that had been building up for so long finally welled up uncontrollably, flowing freely down her pale and beautiful cheeks.

Her voice trembled with emotion, carrying a heart-wrenching question:

"But do you know what?!"

"You also hold a place in his heart! A very deep and important place! And that place existed even before I knew his identity!"

She practically screamed:

"How can I steal it?! How can I fight for it?!"

Tears blurred her vision as she looked at Anna, who was also weeping, her voice filled with despair and helplessness:

"Each of us... has the desire to fight and compete..."

"It will put him in a difficult position! It will cause him pain!"

She stared intently at Anna, as if it were a final judgment:

"Could you... watch him suffer?!"

"Won't!"

Anna shook her head desperately, tears streaming down her face, her voice broken yet incredibly firm:

"I won't! I won't... have even the slightest thought of arguing with him and putting him in a difficult position!"

She seemed to have all her strength drained away; her voice lowered, carrying a resigned humility.

"Just like you guessed... I came here this time to... admit defeat."

"I originally intended... even if I was the other woman, even if I had to be subservient..."

"As long as you... give me and him... even a little space... I'll be content."

She looked up, her face displaying a complex expression of despair and longing.

"I am American...his family background...prevents me from being his 'original wife'."

"This wasn't his intention... but now that he's returned to the family... then my position... has become awkward."

"I know what role I should play... 'Behind the scenes' or 'the third party' will do..."

Anna's voice was so soft it was almost inaudible, yet every word was filled with anguish:

"I don't care about status... as long as I have even a slight place in his heart... that's enough."

"stop……!"

Yan Ruge abruptly interrupted Anna!

Her chest heaved violently; her emotions, still running high, were not yet calmed, and her face was streaked with tears, but her eyes had become unusually sharp and clear.

"Anna!"

She stared at the girl before her, a girl who loved so humbly and so tragically, her voice carrying an undeniable force:

"That's your personal opinion!"

"Will he... measure things by family values?!"

This question, like a bolt of lightning, shattered Anna's self-constructed world of tragedy.

She was stunned.

Yes, that's her Linglong.

When was he ever truly bound by those worldly rules and regulations?

He respects his family, but he would never betray his own heart for the sake of his family.

Seeing Anna's stunned expression, Yan Ruge's excitement slowly faded, replaced by a deep, shared weariness and... relief.

"You, me..."

Her voice regained its calmness, even taking on a detached gentleness:

"They all love him deeply."

"But...we don't want to fight."

Her gaze drifted to the vast sky outside the window, her voice ethereal:

"Then... let's leave everything to fate."

"Leave it to...time, leave it to...his own heart."

After saying that, she slowly turned her head and looked at Anna.

Then, he tried his best to turn the corners of his mouth upwards.

He smiled.

This smile no longer carries bitterness, despair, or comparison.

There is only one kind of peace that comes after experiencing a huge emotional storm, when you are exhausted but also feel enlightened...

And a deep understanding and acceptance of the "love rival" in front of her, who is also a "fellow traveler".

Anna looked at Yan Ruge's smile.

Looking at the tears still glistening in her eyes, and that deep affection that mirrored his own, an affection he could not sever.

Suddenly, the mental defenses that had been taut, prepared to withstand all humiliation and expulsion, collapsed.

A huge emotion, mixed with sadness, relief, helplessness, and a trace of warmth, surged up.

She smiled too.

Tears welled up again, but this smile was more genuine than ever before.

It's not a fake, forced smile.

It's not the smile of the victor or the vanquished.

Rather, they were two women who loved the same man with all their might, who both struggled with the pain of this love, and who both chose not to make things difficult for him...

In the depths of emotional despair, the only path they found was a narrow, thorny one, yet one they had no choice but to walk hand in hand... the path of love.

There were two people in the room.

A smile that carries boundless love, yet is also something one cannot "compete" for... a sorrowful yet serene smile.

Because they were all in painful love.

Since both are suffering, since neither can let go, since neither wants to be the source of his suffering...

Then let's be tolerant of each other.

We must accept this helpless yet powerful existence.

In this game of chess, where deep emotions reign supreme...

Nobody is a loser.

No one will be a winner.

because--

Winning is also losing.

When love reaches its extreme, it is...

An unsolvable deadlock, and a silent symbiosis.