Rebirth of Love: Jiang Ciyou's Counterattack Legend

The afternoon sun shines through the huge French windows into Lu Jingchen's spacious office. The light dances on the piles of documents, casting golden shadows. Lu Jingchen sits on the high-end leather office chair, tall and straight. He is wearing a well-tailored suit, with his shirt collar slightly open, revealing his delicate collarbone. His deep eyes stare intently at the documents in his hands, and the pen in his hand draws circles on the documents from time to time. The office is so quiet that only the rustling sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper and the ticking sound of the second hand of the wall clock can be heard. This is his work rhythm, steady and orderly.

Suddenly, a rapid vibration of the phone broke the silence. Lu Jingchen paused slightly and frowned subconsciously. He never liked to be interrupted when working. When he picked up the phone and saw the name of Jiang Ciyou's friend on the screen, his eyes changed instantly, and a trace of nervousness flashed in his originally calm eyes. He quickly unlocked the phone and saw the short but bombshell message: "Jiang Ciyou's business is in great trouble, contact quickly!"

In an instant, time seemed to freeze. Lu Jingchen's hand holding the phone trembled slightly, and the pen in his hand fell on the table with a "pop" sound without warning, then rolled a few times and finally stopped at the edge of the pile of documents. He seemed to be cast under a spell, and he froze in an instant, leaning forward, staring at the phone screen, as if he could change the content of the message. His eyes were full of anxiety and worry, and his usual calmness disappeared without a trace.

"How could this happen..." Lu Jingchen muttered to himself, with a hint of disbelief in his voice. The image of Jiang Ciyou quickly emerged in his mind. That always strong and stubborn woman, what kind of despair should she be in at this moment? His heart suddenly tightened, as if it was tightly grasped by an invisible big hand, and it hurt badly.

Without thinking too much, he stood up immediately. Because of his hasty movements, his knees hit the edge of the desk hard, and a sharp pain came over him, but he seemed to be unaware of it. The chair behind him was slid back a distance by the force, and it made a harsh sound when it rubbed against the ground. He was so anxious that he didn't care to sort out the messy documents on the desk. Those documents that he usually regarded as important work results were just a pile of meaningless papers in his eyes.

He walked towards the office door in two steps at a time, his steps hurried and flustered. He kept muttering to himself: "Ciyou, you must hold on, you must hold on..." His voice was low, but full of power, which showed his deep concern and firm protection for Jiang Ciyou.

As he walked towards the door, Lu Jingchen's mind flashed through every detail of his acquaintance with Jiang Ciyou, just like a movie. When they first met, Jiang Ciyou's brilliant smile was like a beam of light shining into his originally monotonous world; later, the wonderful times they spent together, every moment was invaluable. Those evenings when they strolled together on the beach, the sea breeze blowing their hair, the waves hitting the beach, their laughter echoing in the air; and the scenes of supporting and encouraging each other in difficult times, all appeared in front of him very clearly at this moment.

He still remembered one time when Jiang Ciyou was sick and bedridden, so weak that she didn't even have the strength to speak. He stayed by her bedside all night without closing his eyes. He cooked warm porridge for her and fed her spoonful by spoonful; he wiped her forehead with a warm towel to try to relieve her discomfort; he whispered in her ear to comfort her, telling her that everything would be fine. And Jiang Ciyou always looked at him with her gentle eyes, full of dependence and trust.

These memories came flooding back like a tide, making Lu Jingchen's heart more resolute. He couldn't let Jiang Ciyou face all this alone, he wanted to be her strongest backing and protect her from wind and rain.

When he reached for the handle of the office door, his hand trembled slightly. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down, but the anxiety in his heart burned like a raging fire and could not be extinguished. He knew that what was waiting for him might be a difficult battle, but he was not afraid. As long as it was for Jiang Ciyou, he was willing to pay any price.

Walking out of the office, the outside world is still busy and noisy. The company's employees come and go, each busy with their work, and no one notices Lu Jingchen's abnormality at the moment. He walked quickly through the corridor, and his footsteps echoed in the empty corridor. Every step was like the drumbeat in his heart, urging him to get to Jiang Ciyou as soon as possible.

His eyes were firm and resolute, as if he was announcing to the world that no matter how many difficulties and obstacles there were ahead, he would save her from the deep trouble. His figure seemed a little lonely under the sunshine, but full of strength, which was the power of love, supporting him to move forward fearlessly.