Rebirth of Love: Jiang Ciyou's Counterattack Legend

The morning light flowed into the French window like melted honey, creating a hazy golden edge on the off-white gauze curtain. Jiang Ciyou opened her eyes with trembling eyelashes, and the first thing she saw was Lu Jingchen's hair hanging down on her forehead, which glowed amber in the morning light. His arms were still tightly around her waist, and his body temperature was transmitted through her silk nightgown, bringing a reassuring warmth.

She gently moved her body, and her fingertips touched the Tiffany six-claw diamond ring on the bedside table. The cold metal reflected tiny spots of light in the morning light. The wedding scene of last night came flooding in like a tide - she wore a fishtail wedding dress customized by Vera Wang, walked towards Lu Jingchen on the red carpet covered with rose petals, and the light from the crystal chandelier was like a galaxy pouring down. When he put the ring on her finger, the dome of the banquet hall suddenly burst into golden fireworks, casting colorful light and shadows on the ground through the stained glass.

"Awake?" Lu Jingchen's deep voice was hoarse from the morning, and his warm breath brushed past her ears. His palms slowly rubbed along her waistline, as if to confirm the real touch. Jiang Ciyou turned her head and met his deep eyes, which were filled with inextricable tenderness.

"What time is it?" She reached out to grab her phone, but he grabbed her wrist first. Lu Jingchen pressed her back onto the soft goose down pillow. The morning light flowed over his collarbone, outlining the smooth lines of his muscles. "Today is our first day of marriage," he lowered his head and pecked her lips, "no need to check the time."

Jiang Ciyou smiled and pushed his chest, but her ears turned red when she touched the firm skin. The gentle doctor who always wore a white shirt three years ago has now developed a more stable temperament, but his figure under the suit is still well-maintained. She suddenly remembered that during the pre-marital physical examination, the doctor joked that Lu Jingchen's body fat percentage was comparable to that of a professional athlete. At that time, he just smiled faintly, but his eyes lingered on her.

"You're going to be late." She reminded him quietly, her fingers unconsciously entwined around the laces of his nightgown. Lu Jingchen bit her earlobe even harder, "I've canceled all my plans today." His voice was lazy and magnetic, "My Ms. Jiang, you are now officially Mrs. Lu."

In the cloakroom, the custom-made walnut wardrobe exudes a faint fragrance. When Jiang Ciyou tiptoed to choose a silk scarf, Lu Jingchen hugged her from behind and gently rested his chin on her shoulder. "This emerald green one matches your Chanel suit." His fingertips slid across the silky fabric, "Where is the wide-brimmed hat you bought in Paris last time?"

Jiang Ciyou smiled and turned around, tying the scarf around his shirt collar. "Mr. Lu is being particularly particular today." She deliberately leaned close to his ear, "Are you trying to steal the limelight at the charity event?" Lu Jingchen raised his eyebrows and suddenly pressed her against the closet door, the fabric of his suit making a creaking sound. "I just want the world to know," his lips slowly moved along her neck, "how beautiful my wife is."

As they walked out of the villa hand in hand, the morning light just covered the marble steps. The driver had parked the Bentley at the door, and the trunk was filled with supplies to be donated to the orphanage. Jiang Ciyou walked down the steps in high heels, and was suddenly picked up by Lu Jingchen. "Be careful not to sprain your ankle." He explained with a smile, but whispered in her ear, "But the feeling of carrying you into the car like this is more real than at the wedding."

The car was filled with citrus fragrance. Jiang Ciyou looked out the window at the Wutong Avenue passing by, and suddenly remembered the rainy night three years ago. At that time, she had just finished a failed business negotiation and was soaking wet hiding under the eaves of a convenience store. It was Lu Jingchen who appeared with an umbrella and wrapped her trembling body in a suit jacket. "Do you want to go to my house to take shelter from the rain?" His voice was particularly clear in the sound of the rain, and his eyes behind the glasses were so gentle that they could drip water.

"What are you thinking about?" Lu Jingchen's fingers gently scratched her palm, bringing her back to reality. Jiang Ciyou turned her head to look at him, and found that he had put on gold-rimmed glasses without knowing when, and his eyes behind the lenses were full of inquiry. "Thinking of the first time we met." She answered truthfully, and when she saw the slightly red tip of his ears, she suddenly felt that he was very cute.

The orphanage is located deep in the alleys of the old city, with wisteria climbing all over the mottled brick walls. When they walked into the yard carrying gifts, more than 20 children rushed over like small cannonballs. Jiang Ciyou squatted down and was immediately surrounded by a warm embrace. "Sister, your skirt is so beautiful!" The little girl with pigtails reached out to touch her silk skirt, "Like a princess!"

Lu Jingchen stood aside and took pictures with a smile. In the camera, Jiang Ciyou was surrounded by children, and the sun was dancing in her hair. Suddenly, a boy in a blue plaid shirt tugged at his trouser leg, "Uncle, can you help me fix the kite?" Lu Jingchen was stunned for a moment, then smiled gently. "Of course." He squatted down and looked at the broken bamboo bones on the kite, "But you have to tell me, why did this eagle fall down?"

Jiang Ciyou spent the whole afternoon drawing with the children. She held their chubby little hands and taught them how to mix colors, while Lu Jingchen taught the boys to assemble model airplanes on the other side. The setting sun stretched their shadows very long, interweaving them like intimate dancers. When the dean brought the greeting cards made by the children, Jiang Ciyou saw the crooked picture of a family of three on the top, and tears suddenly burst out of her eyes.

On the way back, Jiang Ciyou leaned on Lu Jingchen's shoulder, feeling his rhythmic heartbeat. "Do you think we will be good parents?" she asked softly. Lu Jingchen put her hand on his chest, "With me here, you never have to be afraid." His voice was as firm as a rock, "We will create a home full of love."

As night fell, the stars shone brightly outside the French windows of the villa. Jiang Ciyou soaked in a rose petal bath, listening to the voices of Lu Jingchen and his assistant on the phone outside the bathroom door. "Cancel all the schedules for next week," he said, "I want to go to the Maldives with my wife." Jiang Ciyou couldn't help laughing, and ripples appeared on the water.

When Lu Jingchen pushed the door open, she was standing on the balcony in a bathrobe. The moonlight cast a silver edge on her figure, and water was dripping from the ends of her hair. "What are you thinking about?" He hugged her from behind, his palms against her flat belly. Jiang Ciyou looked up at him, "I'm thinking about what our baby will look like."

Lu Jingchen's breathing stagnated, and he lowered his head to kiss her lips. Under the moonlight, the two figures lingered in front of the French window, as if they wanted to merge each other into their bones and blood. That night, they made a vow under the starry sky to continue this love forever.