Rebirth of Love: Jiang Ciyou's Counterattack Legend

Jiang Ciyou was three months pregnant, and morning sickness overwhelmed her like a surging tide. Every morning, before daybreak, her stomach began to churn, and the discomfort rushed straight to her throat, often waking her up from her sleep.

On this day, as the morning light just shone through the gaps in the curtains, Jiang Ciyou suddenly opened her eyes. She felt a strong wave of nausea rising in her heart. Without time to react, she hurriedly threw back the quilt and ran to the bathroom in her slippers.

Lu Jingchen was a very light sleeper, and the movement beside him instantly alerted him. He opened his eyes and saw Jiang Ciyou rushing to the bathroom. His heart suddenly tightened, and he followed him in his thin pajamas without even putting on his coat.

In the bathroom, Jiang Ciyou leaned forward with both hands on the sink, vomiting violently, and the sound was heartbreaking. Her face was as pale as paper, and the strands of hair on her forehead were soaked with sweat and stuck to her cheeks. Lu Jingchen walked quickly behind her and gently patted her back, his eyes full of heartache and anxiety.

"Ciyou, how are you? Are you feeling better?" Lu Jingchen's voice was filled with deep worry, and also a bit hoarse from just waking up.

Jiang Ciyou vomited until she was almost exhausted. She shook her head slightly and leaned weakly on Lu Jingchen. The man felt very distressed. He carefully carried Jiang Ciyou back to the bedroom, let her lean against the head of the bed, and hurried to the kitchen to pour a glass of warm water and a warm towel.

"Come, drink some water and rinse your mouth." Lu Jingchen sat down on the bed with a cup of water in one hand and a towel in the other. He gently wiped the corners of Jiang Ciyou's mouth and fed her a few sips of water.

Jiang Ciyou drank some water and felt a little better. She looked at Lu Jingchen's tired face and felt sorry for him. "Jingchen, I woke you up again. I..."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Lu Jingchen interrupted her, gently held her hand, put it on his lips and kissed it, "You are pregnant with our child now, and you are the one who is suffering. I just wish I could feel bad for you."

During the day, Jiang Ciyou tried to pull herself together and deal with some work. She sat in front of the computer in the study, and just after reading a few lines, the familiar feeling of nausea came over her again. She quickly covered her mouth and rushed to the bathroom.

This scene happened to be seen by Lu Jingchen who was passing by, and his heart tightened instantly. He walked into the study, looked at the unfinished files on the computer screen, and secretly made a decision. He picked up the phone and called his assistant: "Cancel all my schedules today, yes, all of them. If there is any emergency, call me."

After hanging up the phone, Lu Jingchen walked into the bathroom, gently helped Jiang Ciyou up, and took her back to the bedroom to rest. He sat by the bed, watching Jiang Ciyou close her eyes tiredly, his heart full of pity.

At night, everything was quiet and the city was immersed in dreams. Jiang Ciyou was awakened by morning sickness again. She felt a cramp in her stomach and broke out in a cold sweat. She didn't want to wake Lu Jingchen up, so she gritted her teeth, got up quietly, and walked to the bathroom.

But Lu Jingchen still woke up. He was a very light sleeper, and when he saw nothing beside him, he opened his eyes instantly. When he saw Jiang Ciyou getting up, he immediately followed.

In the bathroom, Jiang Ciyou was leaning on the toilet, vomiting all over the place. Lu Jingchen rushed in and hugged her in his arms. His eyes were red and he said in a trembling voice: "Ciyou, you are suffering too much, how about... let's not do it."

When Jiang Ciyou heard this, she seemed to be injected with strength. She raised her head suddenly and looked at Lu Jingchen firmly: "No, this is our child, I must give birth to him."

Lu Jingchen was moved by her determination. He hugged Jiang Ciyou tightly, as if he wanted to pass all his strength to her. "Okay, we must give birth to the child safely. You have suffered, baby."

Since then, Lu Jingchen turned down all social engagements and stayed by Jiang Ciyou's side all day. He knew that morning sickness had caused Jiang Ciyou to have a very poor appetite, so he tried his best to prepare delicious food for her.

Late that night, Jiang Ciyou was once again awakened by morning sickness. As soon as she rushed into the bathroom, she heard a noise coming from outside. She was confused, and after vomiting, she walked out of the bathroom holding on to the wall.

Lu Jingchen was seen wearing the apron she bought for him with a bear pattern on it, busying around in the kitchen. There were several pots and pans on the stove in front of him, and some vegetables were scattered on the floor.

"Jingchen, what are you doing?" Jiang Ciyou asked weakly.

When Lu Jingchen heard the voice, he turned around and saw Jiang Ciyou, and quickly said with a smile: "I thought you had severe morning sickness and a poor appetite, so I wanted to make you some sour plum soup to stimulate your appetite."

Jiang Ciyou looked at him wearing an apron and looking a little disheveled, and was touched. "Go to bed and stop tossing and turning in the middle of the night."

"No, I must let you drink it." Lu Jingchen said stubbornly.

He continued to work hard, carefully cooking the sour plum soup according to the recipe he found online. Jiang Ciyou stood at the kitchen door, watching him quietly. He checked the heat from time to time, and stirred the soup in the pot from time to time. He looked so serious as if he was doing something extremely important.

Finally, the sour plum soup was ready. Lu Jingchen filled a small bowl and brought it to Jiang Ciyou, saying with anticipation, "Try it and see how it tastes."

Jiang Ciyou took the bowl and took a sip. The sweet and sour taste of the sour plum soup spread on her tongue, and the perfect taste whetted her appetite. "It's delicious, Jingchen, thank you."

Lu Jingchen watched her drink the sour plum soup with a gratified smile on his face. "As long as you like it, I will make it for you every day."

From then on, Lu Jingchen would prepare all kinds of food and drinks for Jiang Ciyou every day, just to relieve her morning sickness, so that she could eat better and sleep more peacefully. Jiang Ciyou, looking at everything Lu Jingchen did for her, felt warm and happy. She knew that with him by her side during this difficult pregnancy, everything would be fine.

As the days passed, Jiang Ciyou's morning sickness symptoms were still getting better and worse. Sometimes, she would feel depressed because she couldn't eat, and Lu Jingchen would try his best to make her happy.

One day, Lu Jingchen got a projector from somewhere, drew the curtains in the bedroom, turned off the lights, and turned on the projector. In an instant, a beautiful starry sky appeared on the ceiling.

"Ciyou, look, this is the starry sky I created for you. I hope you will feel better." Lu Jingchen lay beside Jiang Ciyou and gently held her hand.

Jiang Ciyou looked at the twinkling stars on the ceiling, and the haze in his heart gradually dissipated. "Jingchen, you are always so considerate. It's great to have you."

Under Lu Jingchen's careful care, Jiang Ciyou's morning sickness did not completely disappear, but her mental state improved a lot. She knew that the hardships along the way had turned into a sweet burden because of Lu Jingchen's company. And they were looking forward to the arrival of the baby, and looking forward to the new life bringing more joy and happiness to this family.

As the pregnancy progressed, Jiang Ciyou's belly gradually swelled, and morning sickness finally eased. Lu Jingchen still took care of her meticulously. Together, they looked forward to the baby's future and prepared to welcome the arrival of a new life. Every morning and every night, love flowed in this home, warming each other's hearts.