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

After Ronnie finished speaking, he looked at Zeng Rong and Yan Fushan.

Zeng Rong and Yan Fushan exchanged a glance, both seeing respect and magnanimity in each other's eyes.

Zeng Rong sighed and looked at Ronnie, saying:

"Wouldn't this be unfair to Anna?"

"Hahaha—" Ronnie laughed with relief, his voice booming:

"What Anna and I value is Xiaolong as a person, not his name."

"Xiaolong is not only Anna's and my savior, but also the benefactor of the Luo family."

Anna's parents also had no objections.

"If the two gentlemen have no objections, then tonight's New Year's Eve dinner will be their engagement banquet."

What do you think?

"Good!" Zeng Rong raised his wine glass, his voice like a war drum:

"I, Zeng Rong, toast my two in-laws, cheers!"

Zeng Linglong also raised his glass and stood up, his voice firm:

"Little Dragon pays respects to both of you grandfathers."

Ru Ge and Anna blushed like ripe apples, and raised their glasses, their voices soft yet firm:

"Respect to the three grandfathers."

"Hahaha--"

The three old men happily downed their drinks, slamming their glasses down on the table with a crisp sound.

Ye Feng, Tie Zhu, and Xiao Ya stood up simultaneously, raised their glasses, and spoke in unison and solemnly:

"Respect, sister-in-law!"

Lone Wolf, Tyrannosaurus Rex, and the six Dragon Shadow team members quickly stood up, raised their glasses, and shouted in unison:

"Respect, sister-in-law!"

At that moment, both Ruge and Anna cried.

Tears fell silently, dripping into the wine glass, onto the table, and into their hearts.

For what they love, for the affirmation of the three elders, and even more so for the recognition of Zeng Linglong's brothers who have shared life and death.

They had waited so long for this day.

From the first time I met Zeng Linglong, from the first time I worried about him, from the first time I saw him fighting alone on television—

They are waiting.

Waiting for a love to belong to.

Waiting for approval.

Zeng Linglong looked at them, and his eyes also reddened.

He reached out and grasped Yan Ruge's hand with his left hand and Anna's hand with his right.

Both hands were equally warm, equally trembling, and equally tightly gripped his. He whispered:

Thank you.

Yan Ruge shook her head, tears still streaming down her face, but the corners of her mouth had already turned up in a smile:

"You're welcome, this is our choice."

Anna nodded, her voice choked with emotion:

"It is also our happiness."

Outside the window, fireworks bloomed in the night sky, red, gold, and purple, illuminating the entire sky.

Inside, the lights were on, and laughter filled the air. At this moment, reunion, engagement, and a new life—three joyous occasions—were celebrated.

At this moment, Zeng Linglong was no longer Zero, no longer the Judge, no longer the God of War.

He is a descendant of the Zeng family and the fiancé of Yan Rugo and Anna.

He is the brother of Ye Feng, Tie Zhu, and Xiao Ya.

It is everyone's pride.

As night deepened, the New Year's Eve dinner continued.

Zeng Linglong sat next to his grandmother, constantly putting food on her plate.

Grandma Lin Fen didn't eat much, but she chewed each bite very slowly, as if she wanted to remember the taste forever.

Zeng Rong, Lao Luoni, and Yan Fushan were discussing the international situation. The three old men talked about everything from the US election to Middle Eastern oil, from the rise of China to the decline of Europe.

Zeng Sheng listened from the side, occasionally interjecting a word, but mostly he was pouring wine for the three elderly people.

Yan Hai, Teng Fei, Yang Li, Li Lunjie, and Hu Sanshao, the younger generation, were already flushed and red-necked from drinking.

Yan Hai, holding a wine glass, stood up unsteadily and shouted at Zeng Linglong:

"Brother-in-law, I salute you! I wish you a speedy recovery and that you'll give me a nephew soon!"

Zeng Linglong smiled, raised his glass, and drank it all in one gulp.

Zeng Lingyu took Shiliu, Zeng Yuan, and Zeng Ke to set off fireworks in the yard.

Shiliu held up a fairy wand, drawing circles of light in the air, her eyes curving into crescents as she smiled.

Zeng Lingyu looked at the fireworks blooming in the sky and whispered, "Brother, you must take good care of yourself."

At midnight, the New Year's bells rang.

Everyone came out of the villa, stood in the yard, and looked up at the fireworks filling the sky.

Zeng Linglong stood at the front, with Yan Ruge and Anna beside him, and his family and brothers behind him.

The night breeze carries the scent of fireworks and the aroma of the New Year.

Zeng Rong walked over to Zeng Linglong and patted him on the shoulder.

The old man's hands were aged yet strong, just like his life—having weathered many storms, yet always standing tall.

His voice was very soft, so soft that only Zeng Linglong could hear it:

"Xiaolong, everything will be alright. It's time to turn the page."

Zeng Linglong looked at his grandfather, at that weathered face, at those cloudy yet still sharp eyes. He nodded, his voice hoarse:

"Yeah, it's over."

He looked up at the night sky.

Fireworks continued to bloom, one after another, just like his eighteen years of suffering, which finally came to an end at this moment.

They have family, brothers, lovers, and a simple yet warm life.

Zeng Linglong laughed. He laughed like a child.

Smiles bloomed in the light of fireworks, clear and bright.