Rebirth of Love: Jiang Ciyou's Counterattack Legend

Jiang Ciyou huddled in the corner of an abandoned warehouse, surrounded by a pungent smell of decay, mixed with damp and moldy air. Every breath she took made her feel the taste of despair in her lungs. The walls of the warehouse were covered with dark green moss, and water stains spread wantonly on the mottled walls, as if they were the lines of despair. Above her head, a few rays of dim light struggled to penetrate the windows covered with dust and cobwebs, casting a faint light spot, but it could not dispel the haze that filled the room.

The wind howled outside the warehouse, like the roar of a demon, constantly hitting the crumbling building. Jiang Ciyou hugged her arms tightly, her fingers digging deep into the skin of her arms, trying to draw a little warmth from herself, but her body still couldn't stop shaking. Her eyes were bloodshot, staring around in horror, her mind constantly echoing her husband's past betrayal and the crazy act of hiring a killer. Those once beautiful memories were now like broken lenses, piercing her heart.

At this moment, a noisy sound of footsteps came from far away and echoed in the empty warehouse. Each sound was like a heavy hammer hitting Jiang Ciyou's heart. Her breathing became rapid, and she dared not breathe. She looked around in panic, looking for a place to hide. Her eyes swept to a pile of old boxes in the corner. She didn't have time to think about it. She crouched down and hid quickly with light footsteps like a ghost.

After hiding herself, Jiang Ciyou squatted behind the box, covering her mouth with both hands, her nails almost digging into the flesh of her cheeks, for fear of making even the slightest sound. Her heartbeat roared in her ears, drowning out the sound of the wind outside, and her body was as tense as a fully drawn bow that could break at any time. Her eyes were fixed on the door, which was the only entrance and exit and the source of fear.

As the footsteps became clearer, the door of the warehouse was slammed open with a clang, and a dazzling light instantly shot in, carrying dust and dancing in the air. Jiang Ciyou widened his eyes in horror, and through the gaps in the boxes, he saw several ferocious figures filing in. The killer in the lead was tall and burly, with a hideous scar on his face extending from the corner of his eye to the corner of his mouth, which looked particularly terrifying under the light. His eyes were cold and cruel, as if he was a Shura from hell. In his hand, he held a gleaming dagger, and the blade flashed a bloodthirsty light in the dim light.

Following closely behind was a thin man, his eyes were as sinister as a venomous snake, wandering around the warehouse, not missing any corner, holding an iron rod in his hand, knocking on the ground from time to time, making a chilling sound. There was also a short and fat guy, panting, with a fierce greed in his eyes, and a bulge on his waist, as if he was hiding some weapon.

As soon as they entered the warehouse, they dispersed and began to search everywhere. Their footsteps made a creaking sound as they stepped on the debris, and each step seemed to step on Jiang Ciyou's nerves. The heavy breathing and whispers intertwined together, turning this silent warehouse into a hell on earth in an instant.

Jiang Ciyou was so nervous that her palms were covered in cold sweat. The sweat slid down her cheeks and dripped onto the dusty ground, leaving small wet marks. Her heart almost jumped out of her throat, and every beat was accompanied by a strong sense of suffocation. She felt as if time had frozen, and every second seemed so long. Fear was like a vine, tightly wrapping around her, getting tighter and tighter.

Suddenly, the skinny killer seemed to notice something, paused, and approached the box where Jiang Ciyou was hiding with a sharp gaze. His steps were slow and steady, and each step carried a deadly threat. The iron rod in his hand rhythmically hit the objects beside him, making a crisp and terrifying sound, as if it was a countdown to death.

Jiang Ciyou closed her eyes in despair, tears welled up in her eyes and flowed freely down her cheeks. Endless sorrow welled up in her heart, thinking about the ups and downs she had gone through, the betrayal on her wedding night, the intrigues in the business world, and now she was going to die in this dark corner, being killed by these ruthless killers. All kinds of scenes from the past flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern, those unfulfilled wishes, unrequited favors, and the good times she had spent with Lu Jingchen, all of which would vanish with her passing.

At this critical moment, a roar came from the other end of the warehouse: "Don't move!" The sound was like a loud bell, shaking the dust in the warehouse. Jiang Ciyou suddenly opened his eyes, and through the tears, he saw a familiar and resolute figure rushing out like a god descending from heaven.

It was Lu Jingchen! He was agile and swift like a cheetah, and kicked the killer who was close to Jiang Ciyou away. The killer screamed and flew out like a kite with a broken string, hitting a pile of debris heavily with a dull sound, and the dagger in his hand also flew out of his hand, drawing a cold arc on the ground. Lu Jingchen turned around and protected Jiang Ciyou tightly behind him. His back was straight, like a towering mountain, blocking all dangers for her.

Jiang Ciyou looked at Lu Jingchen's back, tears blurring her eyes. At this moment, all her defenses and hesitations collapsed. She once thought she could face everything alone, disguising her inner fragility with strength, but at this critical moment of life and death, it was Lu Jingchen who rushed out to protect her without hesitation. His appearance, like the dawn in the darkness, dispelled all the fear and despair in her heart. That deep affection, that desperate protection, made her completely understand that Lu Jingchen was the one who was worthy of her entrusting her life, and her most solid support in this vast world.

Lu Jingchen leaned slightly to the side, looking at Jiang Ciyou with gentle and firm eyes, and whispered, "Don't be afraid, I'm here." These few simple words, like the warm sunshine in spring, instantly warmed Jiang Ciyou's cold heart. She nodded vigorously, her throat seemed to be choked by something, unable to speak, and could only respond to him with a look full of affection and trust.

At this time, the atmosphere in the warehouse was tense. The killer who was kicked away struggled to get up, roaring with a ferocious face, and surrounded Lu Jingchen and Jiang Ciyou together with other killers. They waved their weapons and pressed forward step by step, with crazy murderous intent flashing in their eyes.

Lu Jingchen's eyes were grim as he scanned the enemies around him, protecting Jiang Ciyou even more tightly. He clenched his fists slightly, his knuckles turning white due to the force, and his body was tense, ready to meet the enemy's attack at any time. Although he was in danger, he had no fear in his heart, and only one thought: to protect Jiang Ciyou and never let her get hurt.

The scarred killer in the lead snorted coldly and took the lead, wielding a dagger and stabbing at Lu Jingchen. The dagger cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound. Lu Jingchen dodged to the side and easily avoided the fierce attack. At the same time, he kicked the killer's wrist. The killer felt pain and the dagger almost slipped out of his hand. He was angry and his attack became more and more fierce. He cooperated with other killers tacitly. For a while, the flash of swords and shadows enveloped Lu Jingchen.

Lu Jingchen was agile and moved freely among the swords and sabers. Sometimes he dodged sideways, sometimes he punched back, each movement was precise and powerful, with an indomitable momentum. He found an opening and punched the skinny killer in the abdomen. The killer immediately bent over and retched, and the iron rod in his hand fell to the ground. But the enemy continued to attack, and although Lu Jingchen fought hard, he was still injured. A blood mark appeared on his arm, and blood oozed out instantly, staining his sleeves red, but he didn't care at all, his eyes became more and more determined, like a god of war, guarding Jiang Ciyou behind him.

Jiang Ciyou looked at the wounds on Lu Jingchen's body, and her heart ached like a knife. She wanted to help, but she knew that she was powerless to fight these brutal killers. She could only stand behind him anxiously, tears welling up in her eyes, her heart full of guilt and emotion. She hated her own incompetence and hated that she had brought so many dangers to Lu Jingchen, but at the same time she was deeply moved by his bravery and affection, and secretly swore in her heart that if she could escape this disaster, she would go hand in hand with him for the rest of her life and never leave him.

In the fierce fight, Lu Jingchen gradually figured out the enemy's routine. He seized the opportunity and snatched the dagger from the scarred killer with lightning speed, stabbed the killer's arm with his backhand. The killer screamed and stepped back a few steps, with a trace of fear in his eyes. Lu Jingchen took advantage of the situation and attacked fiercely, taking advantage of the enemy's panic to deal with them.

At this moment, a burst of sirens suddenly sounded outside the warehouse, coming from far away and breaking the silence of the night sky. It turned out that Lu Jingchen had already notified the police on his way here. When the killers heard the sirens, their faces suddenly changed. Knowing that the situation was over, they looked at each other and had the idea of ​​retreating. The scar-faced killer spat unwillingly, glared at Lu Jingchen fiercely, and fled in panic with his men.

Lu Jingchen did not chase after her, as he knew that Jiang Ciyou's safety was the most important thing. He turned around, walked quickly to Jiang Ciyou, and hugged her tightly. Jiang Ciyou threw herself into his arms and burst into tears. All her fear, grievances, and emotions poured out like a flood. Lu Jingchen gently stroked her hair and comforted her softly, "It's okay, it's all over. I won't let you get hurt again."

The two hugged each other for a long time until the sirens stopped outside the warehouse and the police rushed in. Lu Jingchen briefly explained the situation to the police and walked out of the warehouse with Jiang Ciyou.

Outside, the night was deep and the stars were twinkling. Jiang Ciyou raised her head and looked at Lu Jingchen's tired but resolute face, her heart full of gratitude and love. She knew that from this moment on, their fates would be more closely intertwined. No matter how many storms there would be in the future, as long as they held hands with each other, they would be able to get through it. And this life-and-death test would also become the most unforgettable memory of their love journey, making them cherish this hard-earned happiness even more.

In the police car, Jiang Ciyou leaned on Lu Jingchen's shoulder, feeling mixed emotions. She recalled the despair of facing the empty new house alone on her wedding night, the hardships of working alone in the business world, and the little things she experienced when she met and got to know Lu Jingchen. She once thought that love was a luxury, and she sneered at it after being betrayed by her husband. However, Lu Jingchen melted the ice in her heart bit by bit with his actions, making her believe in love again, and believe that there is still warmth and beauty in the world.

Lu Jingchen gently held Jiang Ciyou's hand, as if he knew what she was thinking. His hand was warm and powerful, conveying endless comfort and love. Jiang Ciyou held his hand in return, and the two interlocked their fingers. Without words, their hearts were closely connected. At this moment, they both understood that all the hardships of the past were in the past, and the future was waiting for them to write together. And this love forged on the edge of life and death will be like a bright star, illuminating every step they take forward.

After returning home, Jiang Ciyou and Lu Jingchen were both exhausted, but they felt a peace they had never felt before. Jiang Ciyou looked at the wound on Lu Jingchen's body, took the medicine box with heartache, and bandaged him carefully. Her movements were gentle and focused, and her eyes were full of concern and love. Lu Jingchen looked at her quietly, with a gentle smile on his lips, enjoying this moment of tranquility and warmth.

"Does it hurt?" Jiang Ciyou asked softly, with a hint of sob in his voice.

Lu Jingchen shook his head, held her hand, and said, "As long as you are okay, my injury is nothing."

The two smiled at each other, tears glistening in their eyes, which was the relief of surviving the disaster and the deep attachment to each other. They knew that the road ahead might still be rough, but as long as they held hands with each other, nothing could stop them from moving forward. That night, they slept in each other's arms, their heartbeats intertwined, like the most beautiful music, playing the prelude to their new life.

In the following days, Jiang Ciyou and Lu Jingchen began to seriously plan their future life. They discussed the business layout together, how to deal with the possible revenge of her husband, and also looked forward to their ordinary days. Every morning, they greeted the first ray of sunshine together, had breakfast together, and shared each other's ideas and plans; during the day, they were busy with work, but always cared about each other. Occasionally, a warm text message or a short phone call could make each other full of strength; at night, they returned home, either studying business information together, or snuggling on the sofa, watching their favorite movies, and enjoying this rare leisure time.

They decided to temporarily put aside the past grievances, focus on the present, work hard, and create a future full of love for themselves and each other. Jiang Ciyou looked at Lu Jingchen's determined eyes, her heart full of confidence and courage. She knew that this time, they were really fighting for happiness, and this happiness would thrive and bloom with the most brilliant brilliance under their care.