Rebirth of Love: Jiang Ciyou's Counterattack Legend

Jiang Ciyou has been living in a war without the smoke of gunpowder these days. On the one hand, she has to strive to expand new business in the turbulent waves of the business world and open up a brand new development path for the company; on the other hand, she has to deal with her husband's ghostly harassment from time to time. Her body and mind are stretched to the limit, and she is exhausted. However, she has not realized that the fatal danger is approaching quietly like a fang in the dark night.

Before the first rays of light in the morning completely dispelled the chill of the night, Jiang Ciyou was pulled out of her short and restless sleep by the alarm clock. She looked at her haggard face in the mirror with sleepy eyes, and after a simple wash, she quickly devoted herself to the preparation of work. The development of new business is full of difficulties. Market research, competitive product analysis, team building, every link needs her to do it personally and carefully consider.

In the conference room, Jiang Ciyou was dressed in a smart business suit, staring at the projection screen with a firm gaze. The laser pen in her hand kept jumping as she explained, crossing key data and project plans. Team members sat around the conference table, either concentrating on taking notes or thinking about something, occasionally asking sharp questions, and Jiang Ciyou could respond calmly and answer them one by one. The meeting lasted from the dawn to noon. When the preliminary plan was finally finalized and everyone dispersed, she breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed her sore eyebrows.

However, before the short break began, her husband's caller ID flashed on the phone screen. Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar number, Jiang Ciyou's eyes instantly turned cold. She took a deep breath and pressed the answer button. Her husband's sarcastic voice came from the other end of the phone: "Ciyou, you've been living a comfortable life recently. You've been hanging out with that pretty boy all day long. Don't forget that you're still my wife!" Jiang Ciyou held the phone tightly, her nails almost embedded in her palms. She suppressed her anger and responded coldly: "What qualifications do you have to say that? It was you who chose to betray me at the beginning, and now you're pestering me again. What do you want?" Her husband snorted coldly: "What do I want? I just can't stand you being with him. If you know what's good for you, break up with him and come back to me." Jiang Ciyou laughed in anger: "Impossible, just give up on this idea." After that, she hung up the phone without waiting for the other party to speak again, but the annoyance in her heart surged like a tide.

At lunch time, Jiang Ciyou sat alone in the office, eating a takeaway meal that she barely ate, with no appetite. Her mind was full of work problems and her husband's nagging. The road ahead seemed to be shrouded in fog and she couldn't see the direction clearly. But she knew that she couldn't fall down. For the company, for the employees who trusted her, and for herself again, she had to grit her teeth and persevere.

In the afternoon, the sun was getting hotter, and Jiang Ciyou rushed to various departments to follow up on the project progress and coordinate resource allocation. Time passed quietly in the busyness, and when she finally finished dealing with the urgent matters at hand, it was dusk outside the window. She stretched her body, moved her stiff neck, looked at the pile of documents, sighed helplessly, and decided to go home first and continue to work tomorrow.

After packing up her things, Jiang Ciyou dragged her legs, which felt as heavy as lead, towards the elevator. In the elevator, she met several colleagues and exchanged a few words with each other. Everyone saw her fatigue and asked her to take more rest. Jiang Ciyou smiled and thanked them, but her heart was full of bitterness. Behind this seemingly peaceful workplace, who could truly understand her inner torment?

Walking out of the company building, the cool night breeze blew in her face. Jiang Ciyou tightened her coat and walked towards the underground parking lot. At this time, there were only a few cars in the parking lot, and most of the employees had already left work. The dim lights flickered in the empty space, as if they would go out at any time, dragging the place into darkness. Jiang Ciyou's high heels stepped on the ground, making a crisp and lonely echo. Every step seemed to step on her tense nerves, making her more and more uneasy.

The killers had already hidden in the dark in advance with their superb tracking skills and accurate grasp of Jiang Ciyou's daily schedule. They hid between cars, like cheetahs lurking in the dark, staring at Jiang Ciyou's every move through the gaps in the car windows with sharp eyes like hawks. The killer in the lead had a cold look, revealing his professional cruelty. His fingers gently tapped the car body, making a rhythmic sound, as if counting down for the upcoming action. Several men next to him were also ready to fight, holding the gleaming daggers in their hands, and the blades reflected a chilling light under the lights, waiting for the leader's order, and then they would rush towards Jiang Ciyou like hungry wolves.

Jiang Ciyou was completely unaware that danger was imminent, and her mind was still immersed in the busyness and worries of the day. When she walked to her car and was about to open the door, she suddenly heard a burst of hurried footsteps behind her, breaking the dead silence of the parking lot. The footsteps were infinitely amplified in the silent space, hitting Jiang Ciyou's heart like a heavy hammer. She subconsciously turned her head, and before she could see who was coming, she saw several dark shadows rushing towards her like ghosts. Jiang Ciyou was terrified, her heart instantly rose to her throat, her eyes widened, and her face was full of disbelief and fear. In a panic, she tried to turn around and run away, but her body seemed to be frozen by fear and could not obey. Before she could take a step, a strong and powerful hand grabbed her arm like a pair of pliers, and the force was so strong that it seemed to crush her bones.

Jiang Ciyou struggled desperately, twisting her body with all her strength, trying to break free from the hand that was holding her. She waved her bag and threw it at the other person, shouting for help: "Help! Is there anyone here?" However, the parking lot was empty at this time, and her shouts seemed to be swallowed by the endless darkness, with no response. Only her own voice echoed in the empty space, further highlighting her isolation and helplessness.

The killers dragged her to a van parked in the corner, ignoring her resistance. Jiang Ciyou kicked her feet wildly on the ground, and the friction between the soles of her shoes and the ground made a harsh sound. During the struggle, her hand was accidentally cut by the car door, and blood immediately gushed out, dripping along her fingertips, splashing small blood flowers on the ground. But she still did not give up resistance. The desire to survive made her burst out with unprecedented strength. She used her other hand to tightly grasp the rearview mirror of a car next to her. Her nails were bent due to excessive force, and she kept cursing these criminals.

But she was just a weak woman after all, facing several vicious killers, the power disparity was too great. Seeing her tenaciousness, the killers became more and more angry, and the leader kicked her hard in the abdomen. Jiang Ciyou bent over in pain and almost couldn't breathe. Taking this opportunity, they increased the force of dragging, dragging her step by step towards the van, and the shadow of death was ruthlessly looming over her.