Rebirth of Love: Jiang Ciyou's Counterattack Legend

- Business Line: Jiang Ciyou's condition took a sharp turn for the worse, like a star that was once bright and dazzling but was quickly covered by dark clouds and quickly dimmed. The continuous chemotherapy and the tenacious fight against the disease have exhausted the last vitality of her body. Every breath seems to be struggling with the heavy shackles, and every heartbeat seems to be a weak but unwilling cry of life.

In the hospital corridor, the lights were pale, and Lu Jingchen staggered out of the doctor's office, holding the diagnosis that Jiang Ciyou's condition had worsened and he was admitted to the ICU, his eyes empty and desperate. His world collapsed at this moment, and the decisiveness and maneuvering in the business world in the past instantly turned into powerless bubbles in the face of the reality that his beloved was in danger.

The group's top executives rushed over after hearing the news, their eyes full of anxiety and worry, not only for the leader who led them to create a business legend, but also for a close friend who had known them for many years and was as close as family. In the conference room, the atmosphere was as solemn as the silence before a storm, and everyone sat around the long table, discussing the group's subsequent emergency plan. The public relations team quickly drafted a statement to the outside world, striving to stabilize the group's stock price and the outside world's confidence in this difficult time; the R&D department issued a military order to speed up the development of new anti-cancer drugs, even if there was only a glimmer of hope, they would go all out.

At this time, Jiang Ciyou was lying on the ICU bed, with various tubes inserted all over her body to maintain her vital signs. The instruments made a monotonous and heart-wrenching ticking sound, as if they were accompanying the countdown of her life. Her face was as pale as paper, her eyes that were once bright and lively were now closed, and her brows were slightly wrinkled due to the severe pain in her body, as if she was still fighting a desperate battle with the disease in her sleep.

When her life was in danger, Jiang Ciyou was still thinking about her unfinished social responsibility. With her remaining strength, she signaled the nurse to bring a pen and paper, and tremblingly wrote down her decision to donate her organs. Every stroke seemed to have exhausted all her strength, crooked but firm. She knew that her life might be coming to an end, but she could continue the hope of others in another way, which was her last gift to the world.

When Lu Jingchen learned of her decision, tears welled up in his eyes, tears of grief and pride. He understood that this was Jiang Ciyou, who would light a bright light for the world even if her life was about to end. He gently held Jiang Ciyou's cold hand, pressed it against his cheek, and murmured, "Don't worry, I will definitely help you fulfill your wish."

- Family line: After receiving the emergency notice from the hospital, Lu Zhixia and Lu Chengyan rushed back from all over the world. On the plane, Lu Zhixia soaked the photo of her mother in her hands with tears. It was a photo of them attending a fashion event together last time. In the photo, Jiang Ciyou smiled gently, and her eyes were full of expectations for her daughter. She clutched the photo tightly, her nails almost embedded in her palm, and she kept praying in her heart that her mother could survive this disaster.

On his way home, Lu Chengyan looked out the window at the sea of ​​clouds, and his mind kept reminiscing about his mother's company during his childhood. On those warm nights, his mother sat by his bed and told him stories about ancient business. When he fell and got hurt, his mother always showed up first, giving him strength with her gentle and firm embrace. Now, his mother was dying, and he wished he could grow wings and fly to her side immediately.

When they arrived at the hospital and saw their mother dying on the bed, the brother and sister burst into tears. Lu Zhixia rushed to the bedside and carefully held her mother's hand, as if she was afraid that she would hurt her if she exerted too much force. She put her face on her mother's hand and cried, "Mom, I'm back, open your eyes and look at me." Lu Chengyan stood aside, biting his lower lip tightly, trying hard not to cry out, but his tall and straight body was trembling slightly because of grief.

During the days of accompanying their mother, the children found Jiang Ciyou's diary hidden in the drawer of her bed. It was a thick book with a worn cover, recording her mental journey during her fight against cancer. Lu Zhixia trembled as she opened the diary, and lines of beautiful handwriting came into her eyes. Every page carried her mother's tenacity and great love.

They saw that on sleepless nights when she was suffering from illness, the mother wrote down her thoughts and expectations for her children, hoping that they would remain kind and brave no matter what difficulties they encountered; when her health improved a little, the mother was busy contacting various parties to donate school supplies to children in poor areas and prepare daily necessities for the elderly. The mother carefully pasted the thank-you letters sent by the sponsored children in her diary, and also attached her own words of encouragement.

The brother and sister read through the book page by page, their eyes blurred with tears. They finally understood that their mother never stopped devoting herself to the cause while fighting the disease. This deep and great love, like a warm fire, gave them strength in this cold and desperate moment.

On the day of the memorial service, the sky was overcast, as if the whole world was mourning for Jiang Ciyou. The venue was solemn and filled with wreaths sent by people from all walks of life. The white lilies exuded a faint scent of sadness. More than 20 million condolence messages from all over the world poured in like snowflakes, and people used the most sincere words to remember this business legend and angel of charity. The United Nations headquarters made an exception and lowered the flag to half-mast to express condolences. The slowly lowered flag seemed to tell the world about the excellence and extraordinaryness of Jiang Ciyou's life.

Lu Zhixia was wearing a plain black dress, holding her mother's favorite rose in her hand, her face was haggard but her eyes were firm. She walked to her mother's portrait, gently put down the flowers, and said with a sob: "Mom, don't worry, we will continue your unfinished work for you. The seeds of love and hope you sowed will take root in this world and grow into towering trees."

Lu Chengyan stood aside in a military uniform, tears glistening in his eyes. He saluted solemnly to his mother's portrait, a standard military salute full of respect, love and gratitude for his mother. He knew that his mother had spent her life teaching him what responsibility and commitment were. Now, he will take his mother's teachings and rush to his own battlefield to protect more people.

Friends and relatives came to the stage one after another to tell about the unforgettable moments they had with Jiang Ciyou. Some recalled how Jiang Ciyou led everyone to overcome many difficulties with wisdom and courage in the early days of entrepreneurship; some talked about how she personally worked on charity projects to bring hope and change to people in poor areas. Each story was like a bright star, illuminating the entire venue and allowing people to have a deeper understanding of the life of this legendary woman.

After the meeting, Lu Jingchen came alone to the beach where they had walked together. The sea breeze was howling, and the waves were hitting the rocks, splashing layers of white foam. He looked at the sea level in the distance, as if he saw Jiang Ciyou's appearance when she was young, her eyes full of vitality and longing, and her figure fighting for her dream. He slowly took out Jiang Ciyou's handkerchief from his pocket. It was embroidered by her, and the rose on the handkerchief was gorgeous. He gently stroked the rose, just like stroking Jiang Ciyou's face, and tears blurred his eyes again.

"Ciyou, you're gone, but you will always live in my heart and in everyone's heart. Your love and spirit will be like the stars that never set, illuminating every step we take forward." Lu Jingchen whispered to the sea, and the sound of the waves seemed to respond to him, rushing towards the distance with Jiang Ciyou's tenderness and expectations.

In the days after Jiang Ciyou passed away, Lu Zhixia incorporated her thoughts about her mother into her clothing designs. She held a charity fashion show with the theme of "Eternal Love". Models walked on the runway in clothes made of environmentally friendly materials and incorporating traditional techniques such as Suzhou embroidery. Each piece of clothing seemed to be telling the story of Jiang Ciyou. All the proceeds from the show were donated to the Anti-Cancer Charity Fund, continuing Jiang Ciyou's charitable path.

Lu Chengyan returned to the army, where he trained harder and volunteered to go to the most difficult peacekeeping areas. In the deserts of Africa, he led his comrades to dig wells, build roads and schools for the local people, sowing the seeds of hope. He named an oasis after his mother, where roses thrived, symbolizing that Jiang Ciyou's love would always bloom on this land.

Although Jiang Ciyou has left this world, her spirit is like an eternal star, shining in various fields such as business, charity, and family, inspiring countless people to move forward courageously and pursue the dreams of love and hope. The legend she wrote with her life will always be remembered in people's hearts and become a spiritual treasure passed down from generation to generation.