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

Two years after the wedding.

In Beijing's most upscale private hospital, the door to the delivery room opened from the inside, and a nurse emerged carrying a baby, announcing with a beaming smile:

"Mother and child are both safe; it's a boy!"

Zeng Linglong stood at the door of the delivery room, reaching out his hands and carefully taking the crumpled baby.

The baby's eyes were closed, its little hands were clenched into fists, and its skin still had the rosy glow of newborn.

He looked down at that little face, and the corners of his mouth slowly curved up.

Yan Ruge gave birth to his eldest son.

Name: Zeng Junze.

The "Jun" in "ruling the world" and the "Ze" in "blessing the brothers".

This name had lingered in Zeng Linglong's mind for a long time.

He had told Yan Rugo that his son would take over his business in the future.

He must rule over the land he conquered.

He wished to bless his brothers who had followed him through thick and thin, as well as their families and descendants.

Friendship will never be forgotten, nor will responsibility.

A few months later, Anna also gave birth to a daughter for Zeng Linglong. She named Zeng Nuoxi.

The promise is as good as gold, and the future is bright.

When Zeng Linglong was holding his daughter, he saw her open her eyes and smile at him.

At that moment, he almost lost his grip.

The hands, which had remained steady through countless life-or-death experiences, trembled the moment they saw their daughter's smile.

Another three years have passed.

In a certain part of Beijing, a villa complex that is not open to the public has been quietly built.

Nestled amidst mountains and water, it boasts a tranquil environment and extremely stringent security measures.

The community gate is never open to the public. The access control system uses Longyu's latest biometric technology, and only people registered in the system can enter and exit.

The name of the villa area is displayed on the stone wall at the entrance; it consists of only three characters: Zexi Garden.

Naming it after Zeng Junze and Zeng Nuoxi signifies that this is Zeng Linglong's most cherished and tender private space.

Ye Feng's home is here, Lin Xiaoya's home is here, Shi Tiezhu's home is here, and Teng Ao's home is here.

All members of the Zeng family moved in, including Zeng Linglong's maternal grandparents.

Yan Rugo's family has a villa here, and Zeng Linglong even reserved the best spot for Anna's parents.

Most importantly, Baroque, Xueyan, and Jianmo also retired here.

That afternoon, sunlight streamed in through the French windows, casting a warm glow on the natural wood floor.

The Zeng family's villa was unusually lively.

Zeng Rong and Lin Fen are almost ninety years old. The two elderly people sat in the two most comfortable armchairs in the living room, surrounded by their children and grandchildren, a true four generations under one roof.

Zeng Sheng and He Jing sat next to the elderly couple, peeling tangerines and handing them segments one by one.

Yan Rugo and Anna sat on the sofa chatting, with freshly brewed black tea and several plates of snacks on the small coffee table in front of them.

Zeng Lingyu and Tengfei were watching a movie.

Zeng Linglong and his two brothers, Zeng Wen and Zeng Xuan, were playing mahjong in the living room.

Zeng Wen was holding a terrible hand and was sweating profusely with anxiety.

Zeng Xuan was in charge of discipline inspection in the army, and he played cards in a very methodical manner.

Zeng Linglong leaned back lazily in his chair, several slips of paper stuck to his face, clearly indicating that he was having a bad day.

"Bomb!" Zeng Xuan slammed his two cards on the table, looking triumphantly at Zeng Linglong. "Little Long, you've lost again!"

Zeng Linglong rolled his eyes, tore off a piece of paper, licked it, and slapped it onto his forehead.

Meanwhile, his three-year-old son, Zeng Junze, was running around the villa on his short little legs.

Zeng Junze inherited Zeng Linglong's physique from when he was a child, and at the age of three, he was already half a head taller than his peers!

It runs incredibly fast, weaving through the corridors like a small cannonball.

He ran while shouting at the top of his lungs, his voice full of grievance and protest:

"Great-grandfather! Great-grandmother! Please save your precious great-grandson! I don't want a shot! I don't want to play with a gun!"

Behind him, Xue Yan was chasing after him, carrying a syringe.

The syringe contained a pale blue liquid that gleamed eerily in the sunlight.

Xue Yan chased after him while loudly persuading him:

"Little Junze, don't run away!"

"Grandpa Xue has developed the latest bone-strengthening medicine, which is much better than the one your dad used when he was a kid. It doesn't hurt at all!"

"Really, when has Grandpa Xue ever lied to you?"

Zeng Junze ran even faster, creating a gust of wind.

"You said the same thing last time! And I was in pain for three days! You're a big liar!"

Baroque emerged from the flank, carrying an exaggeratedly designed rotary machine gun.

He placed the gun directly on Zeng Junze's thin shoulder and said:

"Let Grandpa carry it! You're hopeless, it's just a toy gun!"

"When your dad was your age, he was already able to fire a real Vulcan cannon!"

Zeng Junze was on the verge of tears.

Silence appeared out of nowhere, holding a dark military dagger in its hand, and expressionlessly shoved it into Zeng Junze's hand.

Then, with a casual flick of his right hand, he launched three darts simultaneously, which landed precisely on the tree trunks outside the corridor window, each piercing a large ant without a single miss.

Little Junze lowered his head.

He resignedly carried the heavy "toy gun" and began running laps in the corridor.

That innocent little face was filled with despair as he ran, muttering to himself:

"When I grow up, I'm going to give all three of you injections... the biggest one..."

Zeng Nuoxi watched for a long time. The little girl was biting her right index finger, her big eyes darting around. She was cute and well-behaved.

After thinking about it, she decided to go and get help.

She ran to the living room with her short legs, first shaking Yan Rugo's hand, then tugging at Anna's sleeve, and said in a childish voice:

"Mommys, my brother is so pitiful. All three grandpas are chasing after him every day. It's no fun for Nuoxi to play alone. Can my brother play with me?"

Yan Ruge gently stroked Xiao Nuoxi's little nose, her tone full of doting affection:

"You little rascal, trying to defend your brother again, huh?"

"It's alright. Your brother has his mission. Noxi, you have your happiness."

"In the future, your brother will be responsible for protecting Nuoxi's happiness, so your brother's world is quite different from yours."

Zeng Nuoxi tilted her head and blinked, seemingly understanding but not quite.

What is the mission? Can I eat it? Never mind, I don't understand. I'd better go find Aunt Xiaoya.

She ran away with her little legs pattering.

A little while later, she pulled over Uncle Tiezhu, Uncle Yefeng, and Aunt Xiaoya.

Little Nuoxi held Lin Xiaoya's fingers with both hands, looked up at her with a pitiful expression, and said:

"Auntie Xiaoya, didn't you say you were going to teach my brother and me how to use a computer? Shall we go learn now?"

Lin Xiaoya bent down, picked her up, and kissed her on her chubby little face:

"Okay, Aunt Xiaoya will go rescue your brother now. Our little Nuoxi is such a good girl."

Little Nuoxi reached out her little hand and tugged at Ye Feng and Tie Zhu's sleeves again:

"Uncle Ye Feng, Uncle Tie Zhu, please help my brother! He's being bullied so badly by those three grandpas again."

Ye Feng and Shi Tiezhu exchanged a glance, then shook their heads with a smile.

What can I do? My goddaughter has come to me for help; how can I refuse?

The three of them walked over together.