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

Lantern Festival, noon.

In the city of Shanghai, at the Ye family villa, sunlight streamed through the French-style floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm glow.

The courtyard was filled with luxury cars, and the living room was packed with distinguished guests, who were clinking glasses and making merry.

Today, the Ye family is more lively than any gathering in previous years—because Ye Feng, the unicorn son of the Ye family, has finally returned.

Ye Feng sat between his grandparents, each holding his grandson's hand tightly, as if afraid that if they let go, their grandson would disappear again.

Grandma's hands were trembling slightly, and Grandpa's eyes were red-rimmed, but he kept smiling.

Ye Feng chatted warmly with his family, asking about his cousin's studies, his aunt's health, and his grandfather's blood pressure.

At this moment, he is not Death, nor a ghost in the dark night; he is just an ordinary young man surrounded and cared for by his family, relaxed and unassuming.

However, Yin Hang, Du Hanyuan, and several wealthy tycoons in Shanghai would not regard Ye Feng as an ordinary young man.

They knew perfectly well that this young man was the forbidden brother of that person.

Even Long Yuteng had to be mindful of that taboo person's expression, and sometimes Long Yuteng would even call Ye Feng "Brother Feng".

The excitement and anger of Teng Ao at Yueting Garden that night, as well as Ye Feng's frenzied revenge, are still vivid in my mind.

After that night, they never saw Boss Huang and Fatty Han again—that's power, that's authority.

Yin Hang, Du Hanyuan, and Ye Zhenkang were drinking.

Du Hanyuan, this man from Northwest China, had a fervent look in his eyes, held his wine glass, and spoke in a loud voice:

"Brother Ye, I won't bother with flattery and blessings between us brothers. I'll start with three cups; all my blessings are in this drink!"

After saying that, he tilted his head back and downed three glasses in a row, emptying each one. The strong liquor rolled down his throat, and his face instantly turned red.

"Great!" Ye Zhenkang was beaming and full of vigor.

He raised his glass and began drinking heartily with Du Hanyuan, then toasted Yin Hang and several other wealthy men from Shanghai to express his gratitude. After several rounds of drinks, the atmosphere was very lively.

Seeing that his father had drunk quite a bit, Ye Feng, as his son, knew he had to defend his father by drinking more—otherwise, they would both be drinking themselves into a stupor.

He went directly between Yin Hang and Du Hanyuan, naturally picked up the liquor bottle, and filled a liquor dispenser on the table to exactly 200 milliliters.

The clear liquid shimmered under the light, like clear water, yet more intense than fire.

Ye Feng picked up the wine dispenser, facing the two of them with a friendly smile:

"Xiao Feng thanks his two uncles for their care and concern for the Ye family and my father."

"Xiao Feng is also a grateful person. If there's anything I can do to help, just ask. Everything is in this drink—I'll drink to that first."

After saying that, he tilted his head back and emptied the wine glass. The movement was swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

"Bravo! Bravo..." Loud applause erupted from the audience. Ye Feng's appearance immediately brought the atmosphere to a climax.

But no one knew about his alcohol tolerance.

He downs a large glass of wine at the drop of a hat as soon as he sees someone, and within a few seconds, people can't help but admire his drinking skills.

Du Hanyuan, this tough guy from Northwest China, downed two large cups in a row. His face was flushed, and his tongue was almost tied in knots.

"Xiao Feng, your Uncle Du can't drink anymore. With your alcohol tolerance, ten of my Uncle Dus couldn't outdrink you."

"Dad, you can't drink anymore. We're going to Beijing this afternoon."

The daughter, Du Shimeng, thoughtfully served her father, Du Hanyuan, a cup of strong tea.

Then she stood up gracefully, picked up her wine glass, looked at Ye Feng, and two dimples appeared on her face:

"Brother Xiaofeng, do you still remember me? When I was little, I always followed you around—you always called me Shimeng the Snotty-Nosed."

At this moment, everyone quieted down, and all eyes were on the two of them.

Ye Zhenkang and Zhou Simin looked at them with smiles on their faces, their eyes full of love and expectation.

Ye Feng looked at the beautiful and poised girl before him, a faint smile playing on his usually cold face, a smile brimming with memories:

"I only remember a snotty kid when I was little. He always cried and had a runny nose, and he would always wipe his snot on me."

He raised his small wine glass and said, "To my sister Shimeng."

Du Shimeng smiled, revealing two small dimples, and her voice was clear and melodious.

"Brother Xiaofeng, a small wine glass won't do."

"Girls from Northwest China are just as generous and bold!"

"Today is the day when Brother Feng finally comes home. We haven't seen each other for many years. Sister Shimeng must raise a big glass to Brother Feng."

She then picked up the large wine glass in front of Du Hanyuan and bowed slightly.

"Brother Feng, I'll drink this first as a sign of respect." He tilted his head back, downed the drink in one gulp, displaying a boldness that rivaled even the bearded man.

Ye Feng's eyes lit up, and he switched to a large wine glass and downed it.

"Great!" Ye Zhenkang and his wife clapped happily, and Du Hanyuan was also very happy, with wrinkles appearing at the corners of his eyes from smiling.

Yin Hang then stood up and said to Ye Feng:

"Xiao Feng, let's call it a day for lunch. If you drink any more, your uncles and aunts will be passed out under the table."

"We have to rush back to the capital this afternoon, so we can't keep you company."

Ye Zhenkang frowned, and he and Zhou Simin quickly got up:

"Brother Yin, it's not easy for you and Brother Du to come to my house, and today Xiao Feng is back."

"My two brothers cannot leave today no matter what. They will spend the Lantern Festival at my Ye family's house tonight."

Ye Feng's grandfather also stood up, the old man standing straight and speaking in a loud voice:

"Xiao Yin, Xiao Du, you are benefactors of the Ye family."

"When my Ye Group and Zhenkang were at their most difficult time, you two helped a lot."

"I'm having a great time drinking at the Ye family's house today. This old man is also very happy. I'll join you for a few drinks later."

"This..." Du Hanyuan and Yin Hang looked at each other, their faces full of confusion.

Ye Zhenkang was startled and immediately thought of a possibility:

"You two brothers are in such a hurry to head to Beijing, probably to prepare for tomorrow's Longyu Investment Promotion Conference?"

Du Shimeng smiled sweetly:

"Uncle Ye, you're amazing! You guessed it!"

"My dad and Uncle Yin want to meet with President Teng and President Yan tonight to see if they can get an agency right."

"If we don't finalize it tonight, it will definitely be too late tomorrow."

"Because now almost all the wealthy merchants and large companies in the entire Dragon Kingdom have gathered in the capital."

"What kind of investment promotion conference is Longyu holding that makes you two uncles so anxious?" Ye Feng asked, puzzled.

Du Shimeng looked at him with an expression as if he were an alien, her eyes wide open:

"No way, Brother Feng! Did you just come back from outer space?"

"Longyu is holding a national agent recruitment conference tomorrow, and Longyu International Department is about to make huge investments in two Middle Eastern countries for post-war reconstruction."

"Right now, TV and online video platforms are broadcasting news about General Manager Yan and General Manager An. Who in the entire country doesn't know about them?"

Ye Feng looked completely innocent.

He really didn't know these things.

What he cared about was his boss's health and which overseas assassin had been promoted in the rankings.

As for Long Yu, not only did Tie Zhu and Fang Rong know about the investment promotion conference, but he was also the only one who didn't know how much money his boss Zeng Linglong had made in Japan.

His thinking is never on the same level as others.

Because he is the Grim Reaper, all he has to do is keep his body in top condition, and all he has to think about is how the Grim Reaper can kill people the fastest, most silently, and most efficiently.

Ye Feng's expression returned to its coldness as he addressed Yin Hang and Du Hanyuan:

"Then you definitely can't go to the capital tonight."

"Because even if you go, you won't be able to see President Teng, President Yan, and President An."

"They left Beijing this morning and won't answer any business calls."

"How did you know?" Du Shimeng asked with a curious look.

Ye Zhenkang and Zhou Simin then remembered that today was the Lantern Festival, and Yan Rugo and Anna would definitely be heading to Tiankun City to accompany Zeng Linglong.

As long as they're with Zeng Linglong, these two exceptional women will absolutely not concern themselves with any business matters, no matter how important.

But the couple dared not tell the truth.

Ye Feng looked at Du Shimeng with a mysterious smile: "If you don't believe me, try calling her."

Yin Hang and Du Hanyuan knew about the relationship between Ye Feng and Teng Ao. Moreover, they had called Teng Ao and Yan Ruge that morning, but their phones were indeed switched off. That's why they wanted to rush to Beijing as soon as possible.

Yin Hang looked at Ye Feng anxiously: "Xiao Feng, do you know when President Teng and the two managers from Longyu will return to Beijing tonight?"

Without a second thought, Ye Feng said, "They won't be able to return to the capital until tomorrow morning. So, you two uncles can stay at my house and relax tonight."

"What?" Yin Hang and Du Hanyuan became anxious, as did the other Shanghai tycoons, who scurried around the room like ants on a hot plate.