Rebirth of Love: Jiang Ciyou's Counterattack Legend

The bell for lunch break echoed melodiously in the corridor of the kindergarten, like a lullaby urging the children to fall into a sweet dream. Xingyao skipped to the locker, her little face flushed with excitement after playing in the morning. She hummed a tuneless little song and reached for her lunch box. The delicious salmon sushi appeared in her mind. It was specially prepared by her mother and the chef, knowing that it was her favorite.

However, the moment the cabinet door opened, the smile on Xingyao's face froze instantly. The neatly arranged lunch box was now tilted to one side, with the lid open. The carefully prepared salmon sushi inside rolled all over the floor. The fresh fish meat was covered with dirty dust and biscuit crumbs dropped by other children. It looked terrible. Next to it, her beloved Disney thermos cup was not spared either. It lay on the floor with several obvious cracks on the cup body, and the cartoon pattern seemed to be crying silently.

"Girls from rich families are always spoiled." A little girl with pigtails stood not far away, curling her lips and muttering with disdain, and deliberately moved her feet to the side, as if she was afraid of being contaminated by the mess. Her voice was not loud, but it was like a sharp knife, piercing straight into Xingyao's young heart.

Xingyao's eyes suddenly turned red, tears welled up in her eyes, she squatted down in panic, her little hands trembling as she tried to pick up the sushi that could still be saved, mumbling: "This is what my mother made for me..." Her voice was full of tears, she felt very wronged. But the food on the ground was already unrecognizable, her little hands were covered with dust, and she was making things worse.

At the same time, in a top floor conference room of a luxurious office building on the other side of the city, Lu Jingchen was sitting at the head of the conference table, holding a crucial video conference with a European consortium. The lights in the conference room were soft and bright, and the images of the consortium representatives in suits and leather shoes opposite flashed on the huge screen. Data charts were constantly switching on the side, and the atmosphere was serious and tense.

Lu Jingchen leaned forward slightly, listening attentively to the cooperation terms proposed by the other party, and tapped his fingers lightly on the table, making a rhythmic sound. His deep eyes revealed sharpness and calmness, and his well-cut black suit made his broad shoulders look more upright. The exquisite mechanical watch on his cuffs was the limited edition he designed last year. Jiang Ciyou's constellation was cleverly embedded in the dial, which reflected a fine and charming light under the light.

At this moment, the screen of the mobile phone placed beside him suddenly lit up and vibrated rapidly. He frowned slightly and glanced at the phone. He wanted to ignore it for the time being, but when he saw the number of the kindergarten teacher on the screen, his heart suddenly tightened. A bad premonition came to his mind. Without the slightest hesitation, he quickly reached out and picked up the phone. After nodding slightly to apologize to everyone, he stood up and walked quickly to the corner of the meeting room.

"Mr. Lu, I'm so sorry to bother you. It's like this, Xingyao had a problem at the kindergarten. Her lunch was spilled, and the child is feeling a little low..." The teacher's voice came through the receiver, with a bit of anxiety and helplessness.

Lu Jingchen's face darkened instantly, and his hand holding the phone tightened unconsciously, his knuckles turning white due to the force. He looked at his daughter's red eyes on the screen, as if he could truly feel her grievance and helplessness at the moment, and his heart seemed to be grabbed by an invisible big hand. Suddenly, as if driven by a burst of anger, he stood up suddenly, and his movement was so big that he knocked over the crystal ashtray on the table.

With a "crash", the ashtray rolled down, and the crystal fragments scattered all over the floor, which was particularly dazzling on the smooth tabletop. This abrupt sound made everyone in the conference room look at him in surprise, but Lu Jingchen was so focused on his daughter at the moment that he had no time to care about anything else.

"The meeting is suspended." His voice was low and firm, with unquestionable majesty. As he spoke, he loosened the neatly tied tie around his neck, and the back of his black suit rose up in a sharp arc with his hasty movements. He walked a few steps to the conference table, quickly packed up the documents, closed the laptop and stuffed it into his briefcase, all in one go.

"I'm sorry, everyone. I have an emergency at home that I need to deal with right away. We will arrange another time to discuss the follow-up matters of the cooperation." He looked at the screen. Although there was still apology in his eyes, there was more determination that could not be shaken. Without waiting for the other party to respond, he hung up the video call, picked up his briefcase and strode out of the meeting room.

Along the way, Lu Jingchen walked hurriedly, his leather shoes tapping on the smooth ground, and every step seemed to carry his worry for his daughter. While walking quickly, he took out his cell phone and called the driver: "Drive downstairs immediately, go to the kindergarten, hurry up!"

Sitting in the car, Lu Jingchen's brows were still furrowed, his eyes looking at the street scene passing by outside the car window, but his thoughts had already drifted to Xingyao. He remembered her smile as bright as the sun when he sent his daughter to kindergarten in the morning, her jumping with her pink schoolbag on her back, and the soft touch of her kiss on his cheek before getting off the car. But at this moment, his daughter was suffering from injustice, and he was full of self-blame, blaming himself for not being able to be by her side to protect her.

In the kindergarten, Xingyao was still squatting on the ground, picking up sushi with her little hands in vain, tears dripping onto the ground, soaking a small area. Some of the children around her cast curious glances at her, while others played by themselves, and it seemed that no one cared about her sadness.

At this time, the teacher hurried over, saw Xingyao's appearance, squatted down with heartache, and patted her shoulder gently: "Xingyao, don't cry, the teacher will help you clean up." As he said, the teacher took out a tissue and gently helped Xingyao wipe away the stains and tears on her hands.

"Teacher, my lunch..." Xingyao choked, her little hands tightly grasping the corner of the teacher's clothes, as if she was grabbing the last straw.

"It's okay, Xingyao. The teacher has some small breads here. Can you eat a little to fill your stomach?" The teacher comforted softly and got up to get the bread.

Xingyao nodded with sobs, watching the teacher's back as he left, her eyes full of dependence. She tried to hold back her tears and tried to make herself look stronger, but when she thought of the overturned lunch box and the broken thermos, the feeling of grievance surged into her heart again.

Not long after, there was a sound of a car braking suddenly at the entrance of the kindergarten. Lu Jingchen opened the door and rushed out almost before the car stopped. He ran straight to Xingyao's classroom. His tall figure attracted the attention of the teachers passing by.

When he rushed into the classroom, he saw Xingyao sitting in the corner. Her small figure looked so lonely and helpless, her eyes were red and swollen from crying, and there were traces of tears on her cheeks. Lu Jingchen felt a sharp pain in his heart, and walked to his daughter in two steps, squatted down, and hugged her tightly in his arms.

"Xingyao, Daddy is here, don't be afraid." His voice was gentle and low, carrying endless comfort, like a solid wall, blocking all the wind and rain for his daughter.

When Xingyao heard her father's voice, her body trembled violently, and she raised her head, her eyes full of surprise and grievance. "Dad..." She choked and called out, then threw herself into Lu Jingchen's arms, bursting into tears, her little fists tightly grasping the corner of his suit, as if she wanted to vent all her grievances.

Lu Jingchen gently stroked his daughter's back, again and again, his movements soft and rhythmic, and kept saying, "Be good, don't cry, Daddy is here, Daddy is here..." His eyes were full of pity, and looking at the messy lunch boxes and broken thermos cups on the ground, a barely perceptible anger flashed in his eyes.

When Xingyao's crying gradually subsided, Lu Jingchen slowly let her go, put his hands on her shoulders, and looked at her little face carefully. "Tell Daddy, what happened?" He tried to make his voice sound calm, but his slightly trembling tone still revealed his inner anger.

Xingyao sobbed, wiped her tears with her little hands, and told the story in a fragmented manner. After listening to her, Lu Jingchen's face became more gloomy, and his eyes were cold. He stood up and looked at the teacher: "Teacher, which child did it?"

The teacher looked embarrassed and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Mr. Lu, the children are still young. They may just be naughty for a while. I have already educated them..."

Lu Jingchen nodded slightly, but the firmness in his eyes did not change: "I understand, teacher. But I hope to communicate with the other party's parents to prevent similar things from happening again. After all, we can't let children develop such habits from an early age."

Seeing Lu Jingchen's firm attitude, the teacher agreed to contact the other party's parents. Lu Jingchen squatted down again, looked at Xingyao, and tried to force a smile: "Xingyao, Daddy will take you out to eat delicious food, okay? Let's not eat these dirty things."

Xingyao sniffed and nodded. Lu Jingchen took her hand, stood up, and led her out of the classroom. Along the way, he held Xingyao's hand tightly, as if to give her enough sense of security in this way.

After leaving the kindergarten, Lu Jingchen carried Xingyao into the car and carefully fastened her seat belt. He sat in the driver's seat and looked at his daughter with tenderness in his eyes: "Xingyao, what do you want to eat? Dad will take you there."

Xingyao thought for a moment and said softly, "I want to eat ice cream..." After that, she looked at her father with some worry. After all, her mother usually didn't let her eat too many cold foods.

Lu Jingchen smiled and reached out to touch her head: "Okay, Dad will make an exception today, let's go eat ice cream." As he said that, he started the car and drove towards Xingyao's favorite dessert shop.

In the dessert shop, Lu Jingchen and Xingyao sat by the window. He watched his daughter eat the ice cream spoon by spoon, the grievance on her face gradually faded, replaced by a satisfied smile, and he felt a little relieved.

"Xingyao, if you encounter something unhappy again in the future, you must tell your father or mother as soon as possible, okay?" Lu Jingchen said softly, his eyes full of concern.

Xingyao nodded, holding the ice cream in her mouth, and said incoherently: "I know, Dad."

Lu Jingchen smiled and reached out to help her wipe the cream off the corner of her mouth: "Our Xingyao is the bravest little princess. Don't let such a small thing knock you down."

Xingyao raised her little face and said seriously: "I am a brave little princess, I won't cry!"

Looking at his daughter's lovely appearance, Lu Jingchen's heart was filled with warmth. He knew that his daughter would encounter various problems on her way to growth, but as long as he and Jiang Ciyou were by her side, they would be able to protect her and let her grow up happily and without worries.

After eating ice cream, Lu Jingchen took Xingyao back home. Jiang Ciyou had received the news in advance and was waiting at home. When she saw her daughter coming in, she immediately went to meet her, squatted down and hugged Xingyao in her arms: "Baby, mom heard that you were wronged today, it's okay..."

Xingyao snuggled in her mother's arms and whispered, "Mom, I'm fine. Dad is taking me for ice cream."

Jiang Ciyou looked at Lu Jingchen, and their eyes met, full of love and tacit understanding for their daughter. They knew that this was just a small episode in the child's growth, and they would work together to support a clear sky for their daughter and let her thrive in the arms of love.

That night, Xingyao lay on the bed and soon fell into a sweet dream. Lu Jingchen and Jiang Ciyou sat beside the bed, looking at their daughter's peaceful sleeping face, with their hands gently resting on her quilt.

"We have to pay more attention to Xingyao's situation in kindergarten in the future." Jiang Ciyou said softly, his eyes full of worry.

Lu Jingchen nodded: "Don't worry, I'm here. I won't let Xingyao suffer any more grievances." His eyes were firm and powerful, as if he was making a solemn promise.

The two of them sat quietly for a while before they stood up and quietly walked out of the room, closing the door. Under the light of the corridor, their figures were tightly attached to each other. For the sake of their daughter and this family, they would face all the storms in the future together.