Rebirth of Love: Jiang Ciyou's Counterattack Legend

At 10 a.m. Paris time, the Arc de Triomphe at the end of the Champs-Elysées was bathed in the spring mist. Lu Jingchen stood in front of the French window of the presidential suite of the Peninsula Hotel, watching his wife Jiang Ciyou adjusting the jade buttons on the collar of her cheongsam in front of the mirror. This modified Suzhou embroidery cheongsam was designed by her personally, with gilded peonies embroidered on the black dark pattern, and French lace trimming on the cuffs - just like the acquisition they were about to complete, a perfect blend of tradition and modernity.

"Jingchen, do you think grandma will be happy to see Zhixia's design?" Jiang Ciyou suddenly turned around, her fingers unconsciously stroking the buttons. On her left ring finger, she wore the jade ring left by her grandmother, which was a token of the Lu family's inheritance for three generations.

Lu Jingchen walked over and tucked his wife's scattered hair behind her ears: "She will be proud. Just like when you brought Suzhou embroidery abroad." His voice was low and mellow, with the tenderness of years. The oriental designer who amazed the audience at the New York Fashion Week 20 years ago has now grown into a business queen who controls a 100 billion empire.

The phone suddenly vibrated, and the real-time data of the Paris Stock Exchange jumped on the screen. Lu Jingchen glanced at it and raised his mouth: "The share price of the European Luxury Group has risen by 2.3%. It seems that old George has finally relented."

Jiang Ciyou chuckled and buckled the pearl earrings into her earlobes. "Of course he will give in. When we promised to retain all the craftsmen's positions in the Lyon workshop and triple the intangible cultural heritage inheritance budget within three years, his legal team's eyes lit up." She turned and walked towards the entrance, the sound of her black high heels tapping on the marble floor was as crisp as a chime, "It's time to complete the last piece of the puzzle."

Business Line: Gilded Negotiations

In the Ritz Hotel on Place Vendôme in Paris, the tenth-generation descendant of the George de Vere family was stirring Blue Mountain coffee with a silver spoon. The silver-haired gentleman's eyes lingered on the document handed over by Jiang Ciyou for a moment, and suddenly looked up: "Mrs. Lu, are you really going to donate 30% of the shares to the family foundation?"

"Yes." Jiang Ciyou folded her hands on her knees, sitting as elegantly as the peony on her cheongsam, but still dignified. "What we acquired is cultural heritage, not cold assets. The Weir family's understanding of luxury goods deserves to be respected forever."

George was silent for a moment, and suddenly smiled with relief: "I heard that you recently planted one million saxaul trees in the Sahara Desert?" Without waiting for an answer, he nodded, "Very good. Our family's winery is also promoting organic farming in Bordeaux. It seems that we do have the same philosophy."

At the end of the signing ceremony, the sunset was dyeing the bronze statues in the square golden. Lu Jingchen stood in front of the camera, holding George's hand with his left hand, and his right hand naturally resting on his wife's waist: "This is not only a business merger, but also a civilized dialogue. In the future, we will open an intangible cultural heritage experience center on the Bund in Shanghai, so that oriental embroidery and Lyon silk can dance together."

Family Line: Cloud Inheritance

At 2 a.m. Beijing time, the warm light was on in the study of the Lu family's old house. Fifteen-year-old Lu Zhixia was lying on the Huanghuali desk with her clothing design draft spread out in front of her. In the video call window, her mother's figure suddenly cut in from the twilight of Paris: "Baby, are you still awake?"

"Mom!" Zhixia's eyes lit up and she held up the design drawing in her hand. "Look at my new children's clothing series! This cape uses the 'three-blue embroidery' that grandma taught me, but the lining is recycled polyester fiber..." She suddenly paused and found that there was a hint of fatigue in the corners of her mother's eyes. "It's already evening over there, are you still working?"

Jiang Ciyou smiled and shook his head, turning the camera to the Eiffel Tower behind him: "I just signed an important contract and came here to be a model for my young designer." She took off the jade earrings and placed them on the table. Amid the crisp sound of metal colliding with glass, Zhixia suddenly remembered that when she accompanied her grandmother in the hospital last year, the old lady took off the earrings and handed them to her in the same way.

"Zhixia," Jiang Ciyou's voice suddenly became soft, "Before my grandmother died, she asked me to record the Suzhou embroidery needlework into a holographic tutorial. Do you want to see it?" Without waiting for an answer, she turned on the holographic projector on the table. In the flow of light and shadow, an old woman in an indigo cheongsam appeared out of thin air, and her wrinkled hands were demonstrating the "waterway" technique.

Zhixia burst into tears. Last winter, her grandmother taught her to distinguish between "waterways" and "color levels" in this study room, saying that the soul of Suzhou embroidery lies in "using needles instead of pens and thread as ink." At this moment, looking at her grandmother's focused expression in the virtual image, she suddenly grabbed the embroidery frame and said, "Mom, I want to add grandma's holographic projection teaching to the charity series."

Social Responsibility: Desert Rose

The signing dinner was held under the glass pyramid of the Louvre. Jiang Ciyou changed into a white fishtail dress, and the diamonds inlaid around her waist reflected a colorful halo under the light - they were made from recycled electronic components. When she raised her glass to give a speech, the giant screen behind her suddenly switched to a real-time picture of the Sahara Desert.

"What you see is the intelligent sand-fixing robot of our new energy project." Her voice spread throughout the audience through the bone conduction headphones, "These steel roses can not only plant Haloxylon ammodendron, but also automatically collect rainwater for irrigation." The screen switched to the process of oasis formation, "The organic planting technology of the Weir family will help us make real roses bloom in this desert within three years."

Amidst thunderous applause, George de Vere stood up and raised his glass: "For the inheritance of civilization, and even more for the future of mankind." He turned to Jiang Ciyou, "I heard that you are going to build a digital museum in Dunhuang? Our family's medieval manuscripts can be authorized to you."

Lu Jingchen raised his glass at the right time: "We also plan to open a branch of Chinese intangible cultural heritage in Lyon." His eyes met with his wife's, "Let the stitches of Suzhou embroidery and the warp and weft of lace weave a new chapter of human civilization together."

Late Night Whisper

It was almost midnight when they returned to the hotel. Jiang Ciyou leaned against the window, watching the spire of Notre Dame de Paris glowing coldly in the moonlight. Lu Jingchen hugged her from behind and placed his warm palm on her slightly trembling belly: "The doctor said that you can't overwork for three months."

"I know." Jiang Ciyou held her husband's hand, "but..." She didn't say anything else. The medical examination report from three days ago was still locked in the safe, and the diagnosis of early liver cancer was like a sharp knife hanging over her heart. But at this moment, she wanted to feel the warmth of her husband's palm and the breath of her children far away in Shanghai.

The phone suddenly vibrated, and Zhixia sent a video. In the video, she and her brother Chengyan were burying time capsules in the yard of the old house. The camera swept across the items in the cardboard box: grandma's embroidery frame, Zhixia's charity design drawings, Chengyan's African Children's Choir photo, and a yellowed letter paper - it was a letter that Jiang Ciyou wrote to his future self when he was sixteen years old.

"Mom," Zhixia's voice was clear and bright, "When I become a designer, I will bring grandma's Suzhou embroidery to the United Nations headquarters." The camera suddenly turned to the starry sky, "Just like you and dad, turning the business empire into a bridge of civilization."

Jiang Ciyou's tears fell silently. She turned around and buried her face in Lu Jingchen's neck, feeling the familiar cedar scent of this man. Outside the window, the night wind of Paris was blowing the plane tree leaves towards the Seine River, like countless small boats carrying hope, slowly moving forward in the long river of time.

【Foreshadowing Tips】

1. Jiang Ciyou’s health risk (early liver cancer) was mentioned for the first time

2. The time capsule buried by Lu Zhixia may become a clue for subsequent inheritance

3. The medieval manuscript mentioned by George de Vere may have caused a conflict of cultural cooperation

4. Intelligent sand-fixing robot technology is of interest to hidden figures