Rebirth of Love: Jiang Ciyou's Counterattack Legend

The morning sun gently shines through the tulle curtains and sprinkles into Jiang Ciyou's spacious and luxurious dressing room. She is wearing an exquisitely tailored ice blue couture dress, the slim lines outline her graceful figure, and the hem of her skirt spreads on the ground like layers of waves, glittering with delicate pearls. At the neckline of the dress, a brooch made of South African diamonds and deep-sea pearls exudes a cold light, which complements the limited edition Patek Philippe diamond watch on her wrist, showing her nobility. Jiang Ciyou stood in front of a huge floor-length mirror, and the assistant behind her carefully helped her to adjust the hem of her skirt. She raised her head slightly and let the makeup artist draw eyeliner for her, but her eyes were a bit cold and tired. Business negotiations, project entertainment, and the recent non-stop life made her a little overwhelmed, but when she thought of her lovely daughter at home, infinite tenderness surged in her heart.

At the same time, on the top floor of the skyscraper with all-glass curtain walls that towers into the sky, Lu Jingchen sat on the big chair made of top-grade mahogany and Italian handmade leather. The conference table in front of him was ten meters long, and a group of senior managers in formal attire sat around him. The projector projected complex financial statements and market trend charts on the wall, with various data and lines densely packed. Everyone was discussing the strategic layout for the new quarter fiercely. Lu Jingchen frowned, his deep eyes stared at the screen intently, and his thin lips occasionally uttered precise and sharp insights, controlling the rhythm of the meeting. He was wearing a pure black custom-made suit, the slim fit set off his perfect body proportions of broad shoulders and narrow waist, a dark-patterned silk tie tied at the collar of his shirt, and a silver tie clip engraved with the Lu family's crest, exuding majesty and confidence in his every move.

In the aristocratic kindergarten on the other side of the city, Lu Xingyao's tiny figure sat in the corner of the piano classroom. The classroom was decorated like a music hall in a fairy tale, with portraits of classical musicians hanging on the walls, soft Persian carpets on the floor, and a shiny black grand piano placed in the center. Xingyao wore a pink lace princess dress, white stockings with red leather shoes, and her hair was tied into two playful ponytails, fixed with pink bows. Her chubby little hands nervously grabbed the hem of her skirt, her eyes staring at the music score, the notes on it seemed like naughty elves, making her a little overwhelmed.

The new piano teacher stood aside. She was a middle-aged woman in a rigid black suit, with her hair tied tightly behind her head. Her makeup was meticulous, but she looked a bit stern. She held a thin ruler in her hand and tapped the edge of the piano from time to time, making a "tapping" sound, and each tap seemed to hit Xingyao's heart. "Lu Xingyao, your hand shape is wrong again!" The teacher suddenly raised her voice, and the sharp voice echoed in the classroom. Xingyao adjusted her hand shape in a panic, and her little finger tried to stand up, but the more nervous she was, the worse she did. With a "snap", the ruler fell heavily on the back of Xingyao's hand, and a red mark instantly appeared on her fair skin. Xingyao's eyes suddenly turned red, and tears rolled in her eyes, but she bit her lower lip stubbornly to prevent the tears from falling.

At this moment, Jiang Ciyou was in the monitoring room at home, watching this scene through the screen. The walls of the monitoring room were covered with screens of all sizes, showing every corner of the house and key areas of Xingyao's school. Jiang Ciyou's originally calm face suddenly became cold as frost. She widened her eyes and stared at the screen, as if she wanted to see through the teacher with her eyes. "What's wrong with this teacher!" She gritted her teeth and whispered angrily, her chest heaving violently. In the monitoring screen, Xingyao's appearance of holding back tears and continuing to play the piano made her feel distressed. She suddenly pulled off the pearl necklace on her neck, and the round pearls scattered all over the floor, making a crisp sound. She slammed the red wine glass in her hand heavily on the dressing table, and the bright red wine splashed, and glass fragments flew everywhere. One of them scratched the back of her hand, and blood oozed out, but she was unaware. Jiang Ciyou quickly picked up the phone and called her assistant. Her voice was as cold as ice: "Check the background of this piano teacher for me, no matter how big or small. I want to know all her information. Also, prepare to acquire this art training institution, immediately, right now!" After that, she hung up the phone, took a deep breath, and tried to calm her inner anger, but her eyes revealed determination and resoluteness.

As night fell quietly, the Lu family mansion was brightly lit. This European-style mansion is located in the city's top wealthy area, covering a vast area. The iron gate is carved with exquisite patterns, and the tops of the columns on both sides are inlaid with huge crystal balls, emitting soft light. Walking through the garden, the fountain jumps and flickers under the lights, and the white marble statues are like guardian elves. Entering the mansion, the high-ceilinged hall is hung with dazzling crystal chandeliers, and the spiral staircase winds up, with the handrails carved with intricate patterns.

Lu Jingchen carried Xingyao into the piano room. The room was warm and elegant. The walls were covered with Xingyao's favorite cartoon music posters, and there were soft cushions on the floor. Lu Jingchen gently placed Xingyao on the piano bench and sat down sideways. He gently touched Xingyao's head and said softly, "Don't be afraid, little star. Dad will play with you." Xingyao sniffed, nodded slightly, and placed her little hands timidly on the keys. Lu Jingchen stretched out his broad palm and gently covered Xingyao's little hand. His fingers were slender and strong, with distinct joints and neatly trimmed nails. As his fingers pressed, the melodious melody of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" flowed out, and the notes jumped in the air, as if dispelling the haze of the day.

Jiang Ciyou leaned on the door frame of the piano room, watching the scene quietly. Her eyes were gentle as water, and her originally stern face was now full of tenderness. Watching her husband wrapping his daughter's little hand with his broad palm, she suddenly remembered the first time he taught her to play the piano. At that time, they were still in the attic in Paris. A few rays of moonlight penetrated through the shabby window and sprinkled on Lu Jingchen's stubbled chin. His focused eyes seemed as if the whole world only had her and the piano in front of him. That night, he taught her to play simple tunes hand in hand. The occasional touch of his fingers brought an electric feeling that made her heart beat faster. Jiang Ciyou's mouth corners rose unconsciously, and tears welled up in her eyes. It was a light intertwined with happiness and touching.

While playing, Lu Jingchen hummed a tune softly. His voice was deep and magnetic, with a soothing power. Xingyao's originally tense body gradually relaxed, a smile appeared on her face, and she swayed her body gently along with her father's humming. After the song was finished, Lu Jingchen hugged Xingyao in his arms, kissed her forehead, and said, "Our little Xingxing is the best. Play it for mom next time, okay?" Xingyao nodded vigorously, her eyes sparkling, "Okay!"

Jiang Ciyou walked forward and joined their embrace. The family of three hugged each other tightly. In this warm piano room, love was everywhere. At this moment, the disturbances of the outside world were isolated. Their company and protection of each other were the warmest harbor in this noisy world. Jiang Ciyou knew that no matter what difficulties they encountered, as long as their family was together, there would be no obstacles that could not be overcome. She secretly vowed to protect this hard-won happiness and let Xingyao thrive in love and warmth.

In the next few days, Jiang Ciyou was busy with the acquisition of an art training institution while personally selecting Xingyao's new piano teacher. She interviewed well-known piano educators one after another, carefully reviewed their teaching resumes and teaching styles, and even arranged a trial teaching session for Xingyao to choose her favorite teacher. During each trial teaching, Jiang Ciyou would sit aside and observe carefully, not missing any details. Her eyes were full of rigor and concern, and she kept a notebook in her hand to record the strengths and weaknesses of each teacher.

Lu Jingchen was also not idle. He used his connections to conduct an in-depth investigation of the piano teacher who hurt Xingyao. It turned out that she had a bad record of corporal punishment of students in other training institutions, but it had been concealed and not exposed. After Lu Jingchen got the evidence, he reported it directly to the education department, so that such people could no longer work in the education industry. When he did these things, his eyes were cold and his tone was firm, showing his determination as a father to protect his daughter.

Xingyao feels everything her parents have done for her, and she has become more sensible. She takes the initiative to practice the piano every day. Her small figure sits in front of the piano, and her serious and focused look is touching. She is no longer afraid of making mistakes, because she knows that her parents will always be there to support her. If she occasionally plays a wrong note, she will stop by herself, carefully recall the key points taught by the teacher, and then start again, with a spirit of not admitting defeat in her eyes.

On a weekend afternoon, the sun shines all over the garden. Lu Jingchen and Jiang Ciyou sit on rattan chairs in the garden, watching Xingyao chasing and playing with her pet dog on the grass not far away. Lu Jingchen gently holds Jiang Ciyou's hand and says, "Thank you for your hard work for Xingyao." Jiang Ciyou smiles and holds his hand back, "This is our common responsibility, as long as Xingyao is happy." They look at each other and smile, their eyes full of love and tacit understanding. At this moment, the breeze blows gently, the fragrance of flowers fills the air, and the happiness of the family of three seems to be frozen in this beautiful time. There may be challenges in the future, but they firmly believe that if they join hands, they will be able to enjoy a prosperous journey.