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

Suddenly, everyone's eyes turned eagerly to Yan Rugo and Anna.

Especially Ye Feng, Tie Zhu, and Xiao Ya.

All three of them knew about their boss's romantic relationships with the two girls in front of him.

But knowing this is one thing, since the boss hasn't explicitly stated it.

Therefore, none of the three of them ever truly accepted their two sisters-in-law.

Now He Jing has personally acknowledged it in front of everyone—

Then these two girls became the sisters-in-law of the three of them.

After all, He Jing is the eldest son's mother.

And it was Aunt Jing, whom the three of them respected the most.

Aunt Jing's words were, in some ways, more effective than those of the three of them's biological parents.

Xiaoya spoke first, her voice filled with barely suppressed excitement:

"My two sisters-in-law! Now that Aunt Jing approves of you, you have the right and the obligation to express your opinions."

Ye Feng and Tie Zhu also called out "Sister-in-law" at the same time, and asked Yan Ruge and Anna to give their opinions.

Yan Rugo and Anna both knew how difficult and fortunate it was to have Xiaoya and the other two call her "sister-in-law".

In some ways, what Xiaoya and her two friends said carried more weight than what Zeng Linglong's parents said.

At the same time, their approval means that all of Zeng Linglong's brothers have approved of it.

This is an honor, but even more so, it is a responsibility.

Yan Rugo and Anna looked at each other.

There was no confrontation or competition in their eyes, only a deep sense of responsibility and excitement.

Two women, two hearts, at this moment, reached a silent understanding.

Anna smiled and said softly, "Sister Ruge, please give your opinion first."

The moment he called out "Sister Ruge," everyone in the conference room's eyes lit up.

Baroque nearly bit off his cigar, a slight smile playing on his lips, while Xue Yan's brows relaxed.

They're all shrewd people—Anna's earlier remark about "Sister Ruge" said it all.

In the future, she will not compete; everything will revolve around Yan Rugo.

This would avoid jealousy and rivalry, and prevent putting the Zeng family and Zeng Linglong in a difficult position.

That takes a lot of courage and magnanimity.

This further proves how deep Anna's feelings for Zeng Linglong are.

Yan Ruge also had a smile on her face.

She reached out and grasped Anna's hand tightly; both women's hands were equally warm and equally firm.

She spoke, her voice gentle yet firm:

"Then let's both of us express our heartfelt feelings for our beloved."

Anna blinked and nodded gently.

The two exceptionally beautiful women both looked at He Jing at the same time.

Their voices rang out simultaneously:

"We will all listen to Aunt Jing. Aunt Jing's arrangements are our opinion, and they are the best arrangements."

Baroque stared in shock—his cigar slowly fell onto the table.

Everyone else stared wide-eyed at Yan Rugo and Anna.

These two girls are actually quite shrewd!

They're so good at taking advantage of others' opportunities—

First, he extended an olive branch to his future mother-in-law, essentially pledging his allegiance to her.

Zeng Sheng smacked his lips.

He was both happy and speechless.

I'm happy that my son has two such wonderful girls by his side.

There was nothing to say; his wife had completely taken control of the situation.

Zeng Lingyu happily gave Yan Rugo and Anna a thumbs up.

Her eyes curved into crescent moons as she smiled.

"My two sisters-in-law, I agree with my mother's opinion!"

A smile finally appeared on He Jing's face.

That smile held relief, contentment, and anticipation for the future.

She looked at Yan Rugo and Anna.

Looking at these two girls who will soon be accompanying their son during his recovery.

A weight has finally been lifted from my heart.

Outside the window, the sky was gradually brightening.

A new day is about to begin.

And Zeng Linglong's path to recovery finally has a direction—

It wasn't the army, it wasn't the battlefield, it was home, it was his mother, it was being with the people who loved him.

Dragon Kingdom, Jingdong Airport.

Three large transport planes, like three giant silver birds, slowly landed on the runway.

The roar of the engine gradually subsided, the hatch opened, and the gangway was connected.

Sunlight shone on the fuselage, reflecting a dazzling light.

The waiting hall was also packed with people.

People were waving national flags and holding banners that read—

"Welcome home, heroes!"

"Long live the motherland!"

"Salute to the most beloved people."

There was no organization, no call to action—they all came spontaneously.

People have been waiting here since the early hours of the morning.

Three hours, five hours, some people even waited all night.

No one complained, and no one left.

They are just waiting, waiting for those who risked their lives for their compatriots to return.

When the Dragon Shadow team members lined up at the airport in perfect unison.

When the peacekeeping troops, fully armed, stood in formation—

All eyes were on them.

Those faces covered in oil paint.

Those combat uniforms still reeking of gunpowder.

Those hands that still gripped the steel guns tightly.

Twenty-three hostages disembarked from the plane.

Their steps were still unsteady, and their faces were still pale.

But their eyes are bright, and their spines are straight.

Chenchen was held in her mother's arms, her little hands tightly wrapped around her mother's neck.

He looked at all those people outside, all those national flags, all those pairs of teary eyes, and whispered:

"Mom, are they welcoming us?"

His mother hugged him tightly, tears streaming silently down her face.

"Yes, Chenchen. They've all come to take us home."

Mountain Eagle and Old Ghost were carried out of the cabin on stretchers.

They were still unconscious, their faces as pale as paper!

But the ripples on the electrocardiogram monitor were pulsating—alive, still alive.

As the stretcher passed, people automatically made way, and then applause rang out.

"Slap slap slap—!!!"

The applause started with one person, then spread to ten, then to a hundred, then to a thousand, and eventually to the entire airport.

Like thunder, like a tsunami, like the resonance of millions of hearts.

Amid the applause, some cried, some laughed, some clasped their hands together, and some raised the national flag.

No one spoke, but everyone's heart was saying the same thing—welcome home.

The applause gradually subsided.

But no one left.

The Dragon Shadow team members and peacekeeping force members still stood in neat rows on the tarmac.

Their gazes were all fixed in the same direction—the distance.

In that direction, there is a lonely rooftop.

There was a lone figure.

There was a lonely battle.

That figure never returned.

Everyone looked up into the distance.

In the waiting hall, on the plaza, and beside the runway, everyone was looking in that direction.

They are waiting, waiting for that lonely figure to appear.

Even if it's just a shadow, even if it's just an illusion.

Old Liu has arrived, Old Zhang has arrived, and many high-ranking military officers have also arrived.

They stood at the very front of the line, their backs ramrod straight, their gazes resolute as iron.

Old Liu raised his right hand and gave a standard and solemn military salute.

Old Zhang also raised his hand.

All the generals raised their hands at the same time.

"Whoosh—!!!"

The Dragon Shadow team members simultaneously raised their right hands.

The peacekeeping force members simultaneously raised their right hands.

More than four hundred hands, more than four hundred military salutes—

Respectfully looking towards the distance.

A tribute to the African continent.

Respectfully offered to that lonely rooftop.

A tribute to that figure who never returned.

Chenchen peeked out from her mother's arms, looked at the men saluting, and whispered, "Mommy, are they saluting?"

The mother's voice choked with emotion: "Yes, they are saluting."

"To whom should this be offered?"

The mother was silent for a moment, then said softly:

"A tribute to a hero. A hero who sacrificed himself to save us and his comrades, and never returned."

Chenchen looked into the distance and, imitating the uncles, raised her little hand.

Those little hands, so small and delicate, were held up straight and earnestly.

Sunlight streamed down over the airport.

It sprinkled on every saluting hand, on every national flag, and on every pair of moist eyes.

The wind blows from afar, carrying the scent of sand, the scent of gunpowder, and the scent of that person.

No one speaks.

There was only wind, only sunshine, and those four hundred-plus military salutes that hadn't been lowered for a long time.

Respectfully looking towards the distance.

Salute to the heroes.

Respect—the thought of protection.

I'll protect you and take you home, and I'll take your place.