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

A villa halfway up a mountain in Tiankun City.

He Jing prepared two large tables of food, the stove was steaming, and the aroma filled the entire kitchen.

She clapped her hands and led Ruge and Anna, who were wearing aprons, out of the kitchen.

Yan Hai and the others quickly brought out the dishes and bowls and chopsticks, while Lone Wolf and Tyrannosaurus brought out the wine and glasses. The sounds of footsteps and the clinking of dishes blended into a warm symphony.

Looking at the room full of young people, He Jing felt as if she had returned to her youth.

Her voice was warm, but also tinged with a sigh:

"Sigh, I'm really not used to it now that Ye Feng, Tie Zhu, and Xiao Ya are gone. I always feel a bit empty inside."

Zeng Linglong picked up a chicken leg and started gnawing on it, his mouth glistening with oil.

"Mmm, delicious! Mom, I sent those three away so they could go home and spend the Lantern Festival with their families. They'll be back in a while."

He Jing looked at her son with loving eyes, her gaze full of tenderness: "Yes, they should go home and spend time with their families too."

"Alright, Mom! Please sit down and eat. You've been busy all afternoon."

He Jing was seated in the main seat by her son, Zeng Linglong. Then everyone took their seats, and they began to eat and drink, with glasses clinking and laughter filling the air.

Yan Ruge looked at her younger brother and felt that something was wrong.

She noticed a depth in Yan Hai's eyes and between his brows, a change from his usual playful and frivolous demeanor. "Xiao Hai, you haven't caused any trouble lately, have you?"

Yan Hai shrugged, looking completely innocent.

"Sis, do you think I have the energy to cause trouble with my physique?"

"I get up at six in the morning and then run and train with Brother Wolf and the others for an hour and a half."

At this point, he took a thick book, "Political Strategic Thinking," from his chair and placed it in front of Ru Ge:

"My brother-in-law makes me study for six hours every day and tests me on related questions every day."

"Sister, I have to squeeze in time even to fart these days, where would I find the energy to cause trouble?"

His words caused the entire audience to burst into laughter, and even Lone Wolf's usually cold face twitched slightly.

Yan Ruge looked at Zeng Linglong, then at Yang Li. She smiled, a sweet and happy smile.

Because she knew that her man was changing Yan Hai, and was quietly making plans for the future of the Yan family and for Yan Hai.

With him guiding Yan Hai, and with his future support, plus the Yan family, Zeng family, and Yang family—

Beside them were Longyu Group and all of Zeng Linglong's brothers and resources—

Yan Ruge knew that as long as her younger brother didn't do anything reckless, his future achievements would definitely surpass those of their fathers.

As for how high he can reach, that depends on Yan Hai's own awareness.

The Lantern Festival reunion dinner was spent in warmth and good fortune.

After the meal, Teng Ao, Yan Rugo, Anna, and Zeng Linglong chatted for two hours in the tea room.

Amidst the fragrant aroma of tea, Zeng Linglong outlined several key directions for Longyu Group: the research and development path for supercomputing, the expansion strategy for overseas markets, and the pricing principles for pharmaceutical products.

His voice was calm, yet every word was profound, as if he were playing a grand game of chess.

Afterwards, the group went to the Night Banquet Bar.

Meanwhile, Yan Rugo and Anna sat in their private booth under the dim lights, quietly sipping champagne and watching the figure on stage sweating profusely.

The Night Banquet Bar is now arguably the most popular bar in Tiankun City.

One reason is that Yan Hai occasionally offers free meals to everyone.

Secondly, it's because of that incredibly handsome figure on stage that took the breath away of countless young women.

Whenever Zeng Linglong came to the bar, many daring girls would start screaming, followed by flying kisses, winking, and some even throwing slips of paper with their phone numbers on them onto the stage.

So when Zeng Linglong stepped onto the stage, he was surrounded by girls.

They were dressed fashionably, with exquisite makeup, and swayed their hips, trying to attract his attention.

But no matter how glamorous the girls danced or how sexy they dressed, Zeng Linglong always kept his head down and eyes closed while dancing.

His musical world is an ocean of war, filled with the battle cries of comrades and brothers charging into battle.

The "thump-thump" rhythm of the subwoofer sounded like the roar of a heavy machine gun to him, and the flashing lights of the laser lights looked like the sparks of exploding shells to him.

Sweat soaked through his vest, sliding down his back and gleaming under the light.

When he is soaked in sweat, he will open his eyes and immediately stop swaying.

Then, his eyes would become deeper and more weathered.

But this moment is the real poison for the girls.

Every time Zeng Linglong opened his eyes, the girls would scream and cry—

Because at this moment, Zeng Linglong in their eyes possessed the domineering aura of a hero, the fortitude and handsomeness of a prince on a white horse, the elegance of a nobleman and gentleman, and even more so, a sense of vicissitude that made their hearts ache and made them unable to resist.

Finally, Zeng Linglong would give a wicked smile, then drift away from the crowd unscathed. He would walk off the stage, return to his booth, pick up a towel to wipe his sweat, and ignore the screams around him.

At this moment, all the girls in the bar were waiting for the figure on stage to open his eyes, including the glamorous lead dancer.

Yan Rugo and Anna, of course, knew everything about this place.

Anna pouted and looked at Yan Hai:

"Xiao Hai, change all the lead dancers tomorrow. None of them are decent, and they're lowering your brother-in-law's standards. From now on, they'll have to be at least car model level."

"Huh?" Yan Hai looked puzzled, swallowing hard as he looked at his two older sisters. "If he only dates beautiful women, won't you two be jealous if your husband can't resist the temptation?"

Then he received a sharp crack on the back of his head. Yan Rugo said angrily:

"You think your brother-in-law is like you guys, unable to move when he sees a pretty woman?"

"Didn't you see your brother-in-law ask the DJ to play battle music—"

"He was listening to the sounds of bullets and artillery fire; he was feeling the battle, feeling the power."

Yan Hai was still puzzled, his brows furrowing deeply: "Then how did you know, sister? You're not a combatant."

Yan Ruge sighed, her voice full of heartache: "This is what your brother Ye Feng and brother Tie Zhu told me. If you don't believe me, ask your brother Lang and the others."

Yan Hai turned to look at the lone wolf that was on guard.

The lone wolf lowered his head, his voice hoarse:

"The boss has been keeping himself in shape. He needs to get used to the sounds of bullets and artillery fire."

"If you haven't experienced it for a long time, the sudden sound of gunfire can make your heart race—this is a fatal weakness for snipers."

"Another factor is brain-driven. Once you haven't experienced war for a long time, the sound of gunfire piercing your eardrums can slow your reaction by 0.3 seconds."

Lone Wolf stared at Yan Hai, speaking slowly and deliberately:

"With the boss's abilities, he could turn the tide of the entire battlefield in 0.3 seconds, because he can fire three shots in a row."

"The eldest brother needs to recuperate for five years, and he must maintain his best condition—so he is working hard and waiting to return."

"Alright." Anna's tone left no room for argument.

"Xiao Hai, you need to replace the staff tomorrow. And you also need to finalize things with that new bar as soon as possible."

"This bar is no good; the ambiance and sound system are terrible."

"I want 5D holographic projection with amazing sound effects, so that both the music and the visuals will be much more realistic. You know?"

Yan Hai nodded, about to speak, when he suddenly saw a group of people walking towards them. His gaze turned cold instantly.

Yan Ruge looked up, and Anna turned her head and saw it too.

A young man, holding a wine glass, arrived at the entrance to the booth, surrounded by more than a dozen people.

He was wearing an expensive suit, his watch gleaming in the dim light, and his face radiated an arrogant and overbearing air.

Lone Wolf and Tyrannosaurus Rex blocked their way, their sharp eyes fixed on the group.

Lone Wolf finally fixed his gaze on the leading youth, his voice decisive and direct: "Please leave."

The young man in the lead swirled his glass of liquor, the amber liquid swirling within.

"I'd like to have a good chat with the owner here, and also pay my respects to the two beautiful ladies."

A smile spread across Tyrannosaurus Rex's dark face, his white teeth gleaming in the dim light. Then he looked at the young man, his eyes turning cold:

"Do you have a brain? You're not qualified to toast my sister-in-law."

"I advise you to stay away from here and cherish your life."

The young man lit a cigarette, and the bodyguard behind him quickly lit it for him.

The flames flickered in the darkness, illuminating his young yet somber face.

He exhaled a smoke ring and burst into unrestrained laughter:

"I haven't heard anyone speak to me like that in Tiankun City for a long time."

His gaze swept across the bar, as if surveying his own territory:

"Looks like this bar won't be able to stay open. Such popularity, such good business, what a pity."

The young man shook his head and turned around.

"Wait a minute." Yan Hai sat on the sofa, his fingers lightly tracing the rim of his wine glass, his voice utterly calm:

"I didn't quite catch what you said. Come over here and say it again. Wolf, let him in."

Lone Wolf chuckled, looking at the young man as if he were a dead man: "Go in, may you enjoy your last moments."

The young man didn't hear clearly at all; perhaps his status and arrogance meant he didn't need to hear it.

He chuckled and then crossed the line between the lone wolf and the tyrannosaurus.

But he didn't know that while getting in was easy, getting out was not so simple.

Yan Hai picked up his wine glass, took a small sip, and looked past the rim of the glass to the arrogant young man.

A faint smile curved at the corner of his mouth—the smile of a hunter seeing his prey step into a trap.

Behind him, Zeng Linglong remained with his eyes closed, immersed in the world of music. He seemed oblivious to everything, yet it also seemed—everything was under his control.

Inside the bar, the music continued, the subwoofer still vibrated. But the atmosphere had changed.