Feng Yuan is the son of a drug lord.
--This is the very first sentence in the email sent by Feng Chi.
Back then, Shen's father led special forces to assist in the capture of drug lord Song Hu and planned the entire 927 operation. Although they were victorious, the sacrifices were too tragic.
A series of explosions resounded through the sky, and the flames of war swept across the land, leaving no one alive in their wake.
All 29 special forces soldiers perished.
The rescue team searched the bottom of the mountain for two days but only managed to find a few scattered pieces of human tissue.
After her husband's sacrifice, He Qinglan, who had just finished negotiating a collaboration, immediately took a helicopter to the scene of the incident to personally search for him.
Three days later, a boy was found near the bushes at the bottom of the cliff.
The boy, whose age was unknown, was covered in tiny abrasions and was in a coma with a high fever.
He Qinglan brought the boy back.
This boy was Song Hu's only son, Song Shijun, who was only five years old.
" Song Hu used me to threaten them, and they hesitated and didn't fire." On the hospital bed, Song Shijun's thin body was wrapped in bandages, but he remained calm and composed during the interrogation by the city bureau leaders.
But when she spoke of Shen Junyao, her throat suddenly tightened.
"About a minute before the explosion, that uncle rescued me. He hugged me and left, saying... that I fell in love with him, and there was the word 'jun' in his name."
"The times are favorable, and the gentleman is upright. Little one, your life is not meant to end."
The man's resolute gaze was filled with a smile; he seemed to have no intention of returning alive. He carried him away from the flames of war, and then disappeared into the sea of fire once more.
Finally, turning to him, she said, "If you survive, go back to China, go to the capital. This cannibalistic place isn't for you."
Song Hu was utterly wicked, even going so far as to harm his wife and son.
He would kill anyone who ruined his business.
The number of lives he has taken is countless.
Yet this very person fathered a son who was exceptionally intelligent and possessed a refined and elegant demeanor.
"He's not my father, he's just a disgusting rapist," Song Shijun said. "My mother is the daughter of a merchant; she's a good person and very capable. She saved many people there. Song Hu doesn't deserve her."
Although Song Shijun was still young, his ability to understand people's hearts and his survival instincts honed over seven hundred days and nights enabled him to make the decision that was most beneficial to himself in the first instance.
He successfully persuaded the senior executives and, with the strong support of He Qinglan and Old Master Shen, secured a chance for a new life.
After careful consideration, the two entrusted him to Old Master Feng.
At that time He Qinglan was already pregnant. She gradually withdrew from the company and handed over the Shen Group to Shen Qianshan, who was still in school.
He Qinglan said to Old Master Feng, " The Shen Family and An'an will both rely on Qianshan in the future, and the burden on their shoulders will be heavy. I don't want the children to bear too much, nor do I want to see them turn against each other."
"Let bygones be bygones. Shi Jun should have his own life, and Qianshan only needs to remember that he had a heroic father," He Qinglan said. "It's enough that everyone is doing well."
"Shi Jun is not suited to stay in the Shen Family; this place is the best place for him."
He Qinglan added, "Old sir, you don't need to go to so much trouble. I just want him to take the Feng Family name so that your name can protect him."
"Protect him as he grows up, and keep him An'an."
"In this way, we will not have failed Junyao's wishes."
Song Shijun, led by He Qinglan, stood in front of Old Master Feng, his slender frame slightly bent.
" Old Master Feng."
Feng Nian deliberately put on a stern face. "What should you call me?"
Song Shijun: " Grandpa Feng."
"You're quite clever," Old Master Feng smiled kindly. "Then you can choose the name yourself. I won't interfere. Uncle Xu will take you to complete the formalities later."
Song Shijun nodded, glanced at He Qinglan beside him, and finally wrote down his name in the name field.
Feng Yuan.
We will live up to Shen Junyao's wishes, and we will live up to He Qinglan's wishes.
To live up to one's lifelong aspirations.
From resolutely joining the army to voluntarily applying to go undercover.
Through selection, assessment, and trial period.
The young man returned to this land, buried Song Shijun with his own hands, went deep into the underworld, and became the infamous Y on the Country M's assassin list.
This infiltration plan was initially opposed by many high-ranking officials, who feared that Feng Yuan be turned against them, that Feng Yuan become another Song Hu, and that years of planning would be in vain.
The supporters presented Feng Yuan's growth record over the years to prove his outstanding abilities and upright character, and claimed, in the name of Song Hu's son, that no one was more suitable than him.
First, he was able to survive in that cannibalistic place;
Secondly, he can withstand the daily pressure;
Secondly, he is capable of doing the job;
Finally, he has the best chance of coming back alive.
After a brief silence, the two sides began arguing again. This move was ultimately too risky; neither of them could afford to gamble.
Old Master Shen remained silent until they finished arguing, then took out Feng Yuan's application and turned to the last page.
The text is neat, with one line printed and the other handwritten, clear and concise.
Why choose to go undercover?
- To repay kindness and atone for sins.
Shen Qianshan turned off his phone, stood in the shadows, and smoked for a full half hour.
Only now, those vague and youthful memories in my mind are beginning to clear up, like clouds parting from the fog.
That was the first time he stood before the young Feng Yuan. The boy was dressed in military green camouflage, with black hair and fair skin. His quiet and beautiful appearance even made him doubt for a moment—was the person standing in front of him a woman?
The next instant, a straight, long leg came crashing down on him. He instinctively leaned back, the sharp gust of wind sweeping past his face, followed by a vicious and deadly combo.
The surrounding students gasped in disbelief, staring in astonishment.
Shen Qianshan missed the initiative and could only dodge and attack instinctively. However, his opponent gave him no chance to breathe, like a sharp sword sheathed in a dark scabbard, ready to draw blood once drawn.
It wasn't until his mouth was full of ash that Shen Qianshan belatedly realized what was happening.
He lost.
Shen Qianshan rolled over and lay on his back on the ground.
The sunlight was a bit blinding, so he looked up to shield his eyes. His handsome, rugged face was dusty, and he smiled at the indifferent boy above him, "What's your name?"
Feng Yuan lowered his eyes and said, " Song Shijun."
"Song, lend me a hand and pull me up." Shen Qianshan reached out and looked at him, saying, "I want to be friends with you."
Feng Yuan stared down for a moment, but Shen Qianshan couldn't wait any longer. He waved his hand, which was still outstretched in the air, at Feng Yuan, only to see the other man's bright red lips purse slightly before he walked away without looking back.
Shen Qianshan:???
Shen Qianshan did a somersault and sat up straight instantly.
That was the second time that Shen Qianshan, the pride of heaven, had ever been in the dust.
Looking back now, it's hard not to laugh and cry at the same time.
Shen Qianshan rubbed his forehead, his voice hoarse, a mixture of a smile and a sigh.
"So it was you..."
It's been so hard for me to find it.
"When you registered your name at school, you knew you would definitely come back here, right?" Shen Qianshan gazed through the smoke at the distant mountains shrouded in twilight, gritting his teeth resentfully. "You never intended to go back."
Shen Qianshan pressed the cigarette butt into his palm, using the burning sensation to barely dispel the pain in his heart. He couldn't help but recall the scene when they met again and the other person asked, "How do you know I'm not a soldier?"
And the laughter that followed his self-denial and his head shaking.
At first glance, it sounds like laughter, but now, when I revisit this memory, all I hear is a cry of despair and sorrow.
Feng Yuan said, "I am not."
While she yearns for his approval, she still denies this identity from the bottom of her heart.
Only now, through meticulously unraveling the details, has Shen Qianshan been able to glimpse the broken and isolated soul behind that seemingly crazy and unrestrained young man.
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Friendly reminder: For foreshadowing, please refer to chapters 106 and 160.
The information contained herein is entirely fictional and contains inconsistencies. Please do not apply it to reality or attempt to investigate it further.
Waaaaah, there were so many pits! I almost got buried in them!