Rebirth of Love: Jiang Ciyou's Counterattack Legend

Jiang Ciyou stood in front of the French window, looking at the city skyline shrouded in haze. Her haggard face was reflected on the glass. In the past week, the business difficulties were like a ferocious beast, pressing her to the ground and biting her all over. The company's capital chain was in jeopardy, and several important cooperation projects were deadlocked due to the malicious interference of competitors and could die at any time. In order to save the situation, she rushed around day and night, dealing with various partners, smiling and begging humbly, but most of what she got in return was cold rejection and perfunctory responses.

Besides the messy work, her love life was even more shattered. The relationship between her and her husband had long since become a stranger in the quarrels and cold wars day after day. The sweet vows and warm moments had all shattered like bubbles and disappeared without a trace. Countless nights, she curled up alone in the empty big bed, with no one to talk to about her grievances and loneliness, and could only let her tears soak the pillow.

However, today, a piece of news like a bolt from the blue completely pushed her into the abyss of despair. She accidentally found a document in the drawer of her husband's study that was enough to make her collapse - a contract for hiring a killer, and the target clearly marked on the contract was herself. At that moment, she felt dizzy, her legs were weak, and she almost couldn't stand steadily. She could never have imagined that the man who had sworn to love her and slept with her would now be so crazy that he wanted to take her life.

"How could this happen... How could he do this..." Jiang Ciyou muttered to herself, her voice trembling with endless disbelief and grief. Her hands tightly grasped the contract, her knuckles turned white from the force, her nails almost embedded in her palms, but she didn't feel any pain at all.

She paced around the room in a panic, her mind in a mess, with countless thoughts flashing through her mind. She wanted to question her husband, asking him why he was so heartless, but she knew that facing that man at this moment would only put her in a more dangerous situation. She picked up her phone, her fingers trembling, and wanted to call the police, but she hesitated. Was the evidence conclusive enough? Could calling the police really protect her? A series of questions made her deeply entangled.

Finally, in extreme fear and despair, Jiang Ciyou decided to flee this home that had turned into hell. She simply packed a few clothes, stuffed them into a backpack, and hurriedly left the luxurious but cold villa before her husband came home.

She ran aimlessly on the street, tears streaming down her cheeks, blurring her vision. Pedestrians hurried by, casting strange glances at her, but she didn't care. At this moment, she had only one thought in mind: find a safe place to hide.

After running for an unknown amount of time, Jiang Ciyou arrived at a remote abandoned warehouse on the edge of the city. It was surrounded by weeds and terribly quiet, with only the occasional sound of wind whistling through the dilapidated windows, making a creepy sound. The door of the warehouse was half-closed and rusty, as if telling of the vicissitudes of the past.

Jiang Ciyou took a deep breath and carefully pushed open the door. A pungent musty smell hit her in the face, making her frown. She walked into the warehouse. The dim light made it difficult for her to see the surrounding environment for a while, and she could only grope forward. From time to time, she stepped on some abandoned wooden boards and debris, making a "creaking" sound that echoed in the empty warehouse, adding a bit of gloomy atmosphere.

The interior of the warehouse was shabby, with paint peeling off the walls, revealing mottled surfaces. There were several holes in the roof, and sunlight shone through the holes, forming beams of light filled with dust, like ghosts flying around. The corners were filled with old machines and boxes, in a mess, like a maze.

Jiang Ciyou found a relatively secluded corner and sat down next to a pile of old boxes. She hugged her arms tightly and her body trembled uncontrollably. The darkness and dampness around her seemed to swallow her up. Her eyes were empty, full of helplessness and confusion. Her husband's cold face and the terrible contract kept appearing in her mind.

"Why...why did he do this to me..." Jiang Ciyou sobbed softly, tears sliding down her cheeks and dripping onto the cold ground. She remembered the sweetness of their wedding. At that time, they made a promise to be together for life with the blessings of their relatives and friends, thinking that they would go through every spring, summer, autumn and winter hand in hand. But now, in just a few years, everything has changed beyond recognition.

Jiang Ciyou's thoughts drifted back to the days when the company was in trouble. In order to win an important cooperation project, she put in countless efforts. During that time, she only slept three or four hours a day, stayed up late to prepare the project plan, revised it repeatedly, and strived to be perfect. She personally visited the client and patiently explained the advantages and prospects of the project. She was rejected again and again, but never gave up. Finally, with her unremitting efforts, the client was moved by her sincerity and professionalism and decided to cooperate with the company. At that moment, she was so excited that tears welled up in her eyes, thinking that the company had finally ushered in a turnaround.

However, the good times did not last long. After learning the news, competitors used all means to interfere. They spread rumors, discredited the company's reputation, and even bribed an employee inside the company to steal the core information of the project, causing the partner to have a serious crisis of trust in the company, and the cooperation eventually fell through. At that moment, Jiang Ciyou felt that all his efforts had gone to waste, and his heart was filled with frustration and anger.

In terms of love, the conflict between her and her husband was getting worse. Her husband began to be more and more dissatisfied with her work, thinking that she didn't care about her family and only focused on her career. Every time she dragged her tired body back home, she was greeted not by a warm hug and caring words, but by her husband's sarcasm and endless quarrels. Gradually, the communication between them became less and less, and the relationship became weaker and weaker, until now, it has developed to such a terrible point.

Jiang Ciyou raised her head and looked at the dim light in the warehouse, her heart full of despair. She didn't know how long she could hold on, and didn't know if anyone could save her from the fire and water. She thought of a friend who had given her a lot of help and encouragement when she first entered the workplace. But later, because of their different life trajectories, they gradually lost contact. She thought that if she could contact this friend at this moment, maybe he could give her some advice, but she looked through the phone address book, but couldn't find the familiar number.

"Am I really going to sit here and wait for death?" Jiang Ciyou bit her lip, feeling unwilling. She told herself that she couldn't just give up and must find a way to survive. She began to think about possible ways out, recalling who else around her could be trusted and where she could seek help.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew, and the door of the warehouse shook with a clang, making a harsh sound. Jiang Ciyou looked up in horror, her heart sank, thinking that the assassin sent by her husband had found this place. She held her breath nervously, staring at the door, and unconsciously covered her mouth with her hands, fearing that making a sound would expose herself.

The wind gradually died down, and the warehouse returned to silence. Jiang Ciyou breathed a sigh of relief, but her heart was still beating like a drum. She knew that hiding like this was not a long-term solution, and she had to find a way to get out of the predicament as soon as possible. She began to recall some of the knowledge she had read about self-protection and escaping danger, trying to find some inspiration from it.

She remembered that she had read in a magazine that when in danger, one should try to stay calm, observe the surroundings, and look for items that can be used as weapons or means of escape. So, she suppressed her fear and began to observe the warehouse carefully. She found an abandoned iron rod not far away. Although it was a little rusty, it looked strong. She stood up carefully and walked towards the iron rod. Every step she took felt like she was stepping on a knife edge, and she was terrified.

Finally, she got the iron rod and held it tightly in her hand, as if she was holding a glimmer of hope. She thought to herself that if she was really in danger, she could at least use this iron rod to protect herself. Then, she looked around the warehouse to see if there was anything else she could use. In a corner, she found some worn-out cloth. She suddenly had an idea and collected the cloth, intending to use it to bandage wounds or send out a distress signal if necessary.

Time passed by, and Jiang Ciyou was tormented by fear and despair. She didn't know how long she could hold on in this dangerous place, and she didn't know if anyone would come to save her. But she always had a belief in her heart that supported her, that is, to survive, she must survive...