Rebirth of Love: Jiang Ciyou's Counterattack Legend

The spring sunshine gently sprinkled on the corridor of the kindergarten, and cast colorful light and shadows on the ground through the colored glass windows. In the classroom, the children sat around a small table and were taking a nature class. Xingyao was wearing a pink dress, and the crystal hairpin in her hair flickered with her movements. She stared at the specimen box on the table intently, her eyes full of curiosity and expectation.

The teacher stood on the podium, holding a butterfly specimen in her hand, and explained the metamorphosis process of the butterfly in a gentle and infectious voice: "Children, look, the butterfly starts as a tiny caterpillar. After a long wait, it accumulates strength in the cocoon, and finally breaks out of the cocoon and becomes this beautiful appearance. This is the miracle of life." Xingyao listened attentively, and her little head kept nodding like a chicken pecking at rice.

When it was time for the free operation session, Xingyao couldn't wait to open her specimen box. Looking at the live butterfly fluttering its wings inside, her mother's gentle smile and her words, "It's very brave for a butterfly to break out of its cocoon," came to her mind. She thought that if she could make a specimen of this butterfly and give it to her mother, she would be very happy. So she carefully picked up the tweezers and tried to keep the butterfly in the box like the teacher, but the butterfly struggled hard and almost flew away several times.

Xingyao became anxious, her face flushed, her hands trembling slightly. When she tried to fix the butterfly again, the tweezers accidentally pinched the butterfly's wings. The butterfly fluttered desperately, and Xingyao panicked, and her hands became more and more flustered. She didn't notice the strange looks from the classmates around her. In the end, the butterfly stopped moving, but Xingyao didn't feel anything was wrong. She was so happy that she carefully adjusted the angle of the butterfly's wings with tweezers, trying to make it look more perfect. The tip of her nose accidentally got stained with the gold powder that the teacher used to decorate the specimen, like a little golden man.

At this time, the teacher was patrolling the classroom. When she walked to Xingyao, she saw the dead butterfly and her face instantly showed a look of astonishment and regret. "Student Lu Xingyao, how could you do this?" The teacher's voice trembled slightly, with a hint of blame. Xingyao raised her head, with a confused look on her face, not understanding why the teacher suddenly became so serious. Before she could explain, the whispers of her classmates could be heard around her.

"How could she kill a live butterfly? How cruel."

"That's right, rich girls are different. They can do whatever they want."

When Xingyao heard these words, her eyes suddenly turned red and tears welled up in her eyes. She lowered her head aggrievedly and looked at the butterfly specimen in her hand. Her little hand clenched the tweezers so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

Jiang Ciyou was attending a highly anticipated charity auction at a luxury hotel in the city center. The venue was brightly lit, and celebrities from all walks of life were dressed in gorgeous clothes and walked elegantly. The huge crystal chandelier cast light, illuminating the precious items on the booth. Jiang Ciyou sat in the front row, wearing a black off-shoulder evening dress with a floor-length skirt. The tiny diamonds inlaid on it were like stars in the night sky. The ruby ​​belt around her waist was the finishing touch, which made her graceful and elegant. She gently shook a glass of champagne in her hand, and occasionally glanced at the list of items in her hand, which listed many rare treasures, including Ru kiln porcelain bottles from the Northern Song Dynasty, authentic paintings by Van Gogh, limited edition antique jewelry... Each piece was priceless.

Suddenly, a cell phone rang sharply, breaking the silence of the venue. Jiang Ciyou frowned slightly, nodded apologetically to the people around him, stood up and walked quickly to the corner of the venue to answer the phone. On the other end of the phone, the teacher's voice was anxious and helpless: "Lu Xingyao's mother, hello, I'm sorry to bother you. Xingyao made a specimen of a live butterfly in class. Now the classmates are a little emotional. Do you think you can come to school?" Jiang Ciyou's hand holding the phone suddenly tightened, and her heart tightened. She immediately thought of her daughter's aggrieved little face, and had no time to care about the auction going on in the venue.

"I'll be there right away." She hung up the phone, her eyes instantly became sharp, and without hesitation, she handed the unfinished champagne in her hand to the passing waiter, and then walked quickly to the cloakroom. Along the way, her high heels stepped on the marble floor, making a crisp and rapid sound, as if reflecting her anxious mood at the moment. She quickly took her coat and handbag, and walked straight to the exit of the venue. When passing by the staff, she just briefly explained a few words and asked the assistant to handle the relevant matters later.

Outside the hotel, the driver had been waiting for a long time. Seeing Jiang Ciyou hurried over, he immediately got out of the car and opened the door. Jiang Ciyou sat in the back seat. As soon as the door closed, she said, "Go to Xingyao's kindergarten, quickly!" Although her voice was low, it revealed unquestionable majesty. The car sped out like an arrow from a bow. Jiang Ciyou sat in the car, looking at the street scene passing by quickly outside the window, her brows furrowed, and she kept thinking about her daughter's situation in her mind. She knew that her daughter was kind by nature and would never deliberately do something cruel. There must be some misunderstanding.

In the kindergarten, Xingyao sat alone in the corner of the classroom, her small figure looked particularly lonely and desolate. Her classmates all stayed away from her, and the occasional glances they gave her were full of accusations and alienation. She lowered her head, and her tears fell on the butterfly specimen in her hand, making the originally beautiful gold powder a little mottled. She didn't understand why everyone said this to her when she just wanted to make a gift for her mother.

Lu Jingchen was in the company's conference room, holding a crucial cross-border video conference with his team members. The lights in the conference room were cold, and the huge screen showed pictures of partners from all over the world. Data reports and project plans were constantly switching on the projector. Lu Jingchen was wearing a dark gray custom suit, a white shirt with a dark pattern tie, his hair was meticulously combed back, revealing a smooth and full forehead, and he exuded a mature and stable aura of being in control of the overall situation. He listened attentively to the reports from all parties, and the pen in his hand kept recording key information in the notebook. From time to time, he asked sharp questions to guide the direction of the meeting.

Suddenly, the secretary hurried into the conference room, came to him in a panic, leaned over and whispered: "Mr. Lu, the kindergarten teacher called and said that Xingyao had something wrong at school and needs you to go over immediately." Lu Jingchen raised his head suddenly, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes, and the pen in his hand stopped instantly. He frowned slightly, turned his head to look at the screen, and said to the team members who were reporting: "The meeting will be suspended for ten minutes. I will deal with something urgent." After that, he stood up and strode out of the conference room. The secretary followed closely behind him and handed over the phone.

While listening to the teacher's description of what happened, Lu Jingchen quickened his pace and walked towards the elevator, his suit jacket swaying slightly with his movements. His face became more gloomy, and his eyes revealed heartache and anxiety. After hanging up the phone, he directly said to the secretary: "Put all the afternoon schedule on hold, I have to go to the kindergarten now." The secretary nodded in agreement.

Jiang Ciyou arrived at the kindergarten first. Before the car stopped, she couldn't wait to open the door and walked quickly towards the teaching building. Her high heels staggered a little on the path of the campus, but she didn't care at all. She just wanted to see her daughter as soon as possible. When she walked into the classroom and saw Xingyao crying in the corner, Jiang Ciyou's heart suddenly tightened, as if it was held by an invisible hand. She walked a few steps to Xingyao, squatted down, and gently hugged her daughter in her arms.

"Baby, don't cry, don't cry, mom is here." Jiang Ciyou gently stroked Xingyao's hair, her voice as gentle as the spring breeze. Xingyao cried even harder when she heard her mother's voice, her little body trembling in her mother's arms. "Mom, I just wanted to make you a gift, I didn't mean to hurt the butterfly..." Xingyao choked and said incoherently. Jiang Ciyou gently patted her daughter's back, raised her head and looked at the teacher with a questioning look in her eyes.

The teacher stepped forward and told the details of what happened again, with a bit of helplessness in her tone: "Lu Xingyao's mother, I know Xingyao may not have any bad intentions, but this behavior is indeed inappropriate. She needs to be guided to have a correct understanding of life..." Jiang Ciyou listened carefully, nodded slightly, and said: "Teacher, I understand, thank you for informing me. Xingyao is young, she just wants to express her love for me, maybe the way is not right, I will communicate with her properly."

At this time, Lu Jingchen also hurried to the classroom. Seeing the mother and daughter hugging each other, he walked forward quickly, squatted down, and joined this warm embrace. "Why is my little princess crying?" He asked softly, reaching out to wipe the tears from Xingyao's face. Xingyao cried even more aggrieved when she saw her father, and her little hands tightly grasped the corner of her father's clothes. Lu Jingchen looked up at Jiang Ciyou, and the two looked at each other. Without words, they could feel the heartache in each other's eyes and the deep love for their daughter.

The family of three stayed in the corner of the classroom for a while. When Xingyao calmed down a little, Jiang Ciyou stood up, took Xingyao's hand, and said to Lu Jingchen: "Let's take Xingyao home and talk about it slowly when we get home." Lu Jingchen nodded in agreement, stood up and followed them.

On the way home, the atmosphere in the car was a bit heavy. Xingyao sat in the middle of the back seat, with Jiang Ciyou and Lu Jingchen accompanying her on either side. Jiang Ciyou gently held Xingyao's hand, squeezing it from time to time to comfort her. Lu Jingchen put his arm around his daughter's shoulders and pulled her closer to him.

"Xingyao, do you know that butterflies are living things?" Jiang Ciyou spoke softly, breaking the silence. Xingyao lowered her head and whispered, "I know, but the teacher said that it is very brave for a butterfly to break out of its cocoon. I want to give the brave butterfly to my mother..." As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes again. Jiang Ciyou felt sad, and hugged her daughter in her arms, saying, "Baby, I have received your kindness, and I am very happy. But every life deserves respect, just like you, the most precious baby in your parents' hearts. We can't hurt other lives just because of our own ideas, understand?" Xingyao nodded, not quite understanding, with tears still on her little face.

Lu Jingchen also went on to say: "Xingyao, Dad made some wrong things when he was a child. Once, he accidentally stepped on the small flowers planted by the neighbor's grandfather. I felt very guilty at the time. Later, I realized that I should cherish every life around me, no matter how small it is. You accidentally hurt the butterfly today, it’s okay, let’s learn together how to protect them in the future, okay?" Xingyao raised his head and looked at his father. A glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes, and he nodded gently.

After returning home, Jiang Ciyou took Xingyao's hand and walked into the living room, letting her sit on the sofa. Lu Jingchen went to the kitchen to pour a cup of warm water and handed it to Xingyao. Jiang Ciyou sat next to Xingyao, picked up the tissue on the coffee table, and gently wiped away the tears on her face and the gold powder on the tip of her nose.

"Xingyao, let me tell you a story." Jiang Ciyou said gently. Xingyao raised her head, with bloodshot eyes, and nodded obediently. "Once upon a time, there was a little girl who lived next to a big forest. One day, she saw a wounded bird in the forest. The bird's wings were cut by branches and it couldn't fly. The little girl felt distressed, so she took the bird home and took good care of it. She fed it and changed the medicine every day. Slowly, the bird's injury healed, and the little girl put it back into the forest. Later, every time the little girl walked into the forest, the bird would fly over, land on her shoulder, and become good friends with her. You see, respect life and help them, and you will gain such a beautiful friendship." Jiang Ciyou told the story softly, and Xingyao listened attentively, and the sadness in her eyes was gradually replaced by yearning.

Lu Jingchen, who was sitting on the other side, also added at the right time: "Xingyao, think about it, if the butterfly could fly freely among the flowers today, how happy it would be. If we see injured animals in the future, we should help them like that little girl, okay?" Xingyao nodded vigorously and said, "Okay, I will never hurt animals again, I will protect them." Seeing their daughter finally smile, Jiang Ciyou and Lu Jingchen smiled at each other, and the big stone in their hearts finally fell to the ground.

The afternoon sun shines through the French windows in the living room, onto the family of three, creating a warm and beautiful picture. This little incident has made them appreciate each other more, and has also allowed Xingyao to take an important step on the road to growth. In the days ahead, they know there will be many challenges, but as long as the family works together, nothing can stop them from moving forward.