Rebirth of Love: Jiang Ciyou's Counterattack Legend

The crystal chandelier cast a rippling halo on the dome, and Jiang Ciyou's champagne dress sparkled with her steps. She held Lu Jingchen's arm, and the sound of her atinum high heels tapping on the marble floor was in sync with her heartbeat. In front of the gilded sign-in wall at the entrance of the banquet hall, the guests spontaneously made way, and countless spotlights intertwined on the two of them.

"Mrs. Lu, are your diamond earrings from Cartier's new season couture?" the Reuters reporter suddenly asked. Jiang Ciyou tilted her head slightly, and the pearl earrings that her husband had torn off ten years ago dangled gently on her earlobe: "No, this is my lucky charm." Her eyes swept across the crowd and fixed on the surveillance camera in the corner - there was a record of the moment when Lu Jingchen blocked the knife for her.

A holographic projection suddenly opens on the dome, and the documentary begins in the urban village in 2015. The camera sweeps across the leaky rental house, where the young Jiang Ciyou is pushing the last mouthful of instant noodles to Lu Jingchen, who has a high fever. The voiceover is her trembling voice: "Jingchen, when I make enough money, we will go to Switzerland to see the snow-capped mountains."

There were gasps in the banquet hall. The scene switched to the underground garage in 2020. The black-clad bodyguard's dagger came through the air, and Lu Jingchen took the fatal blow for Jiang Ciyou with his flesh and blood. In the black-and-white image of the surveillance video, he fell in a pool of blood and wiped her tears with his bloody fingertips: "Run, don't look back."

"This couple has spent ten years proving that betrayal can be the fire that tempers a sword, but love is always the sharpest blade." The host's voice was choked with sobs. James, CEO of the international consortium, approached with a glass of champagne, and the cufflinks on his cuffs were relief patterns of the Lu family's old house: "Mrs. Lu, when you were shorting the subprime mortgage market on Wall Street, did you ever think about today's charity dinner?"

Jiang Ciyou clinked her glasses together, the glass wall reflecting the stars in her eyes: "Mr. James, you should know better - I was splashed with red wine at your banquet that year, and it was Jingchen who blocked all the humiliation for me." Her fingertips gently stroked the old wound under her husband's suit, where the word "worry" was still carved by a dagger.

When the spotlights for the speech came on, Jiang Ciyou's high heels suddenly sank into the wrinkles of the carpet. Lu Jingchen's hand followed her around the waist, which reminded her of how he had supported her drunken self in the bar ten years ago. "Ladies and gentlemen," her voice spread throughout the audience through the bone conduction headphones, "At tonight's charity dinner, we will auction Mr. Lu's first oil painting, The Crown of Thorns."

Amidst the thunderous applause, Lu Jingchen suddenly knelt on one knee. The moment the velvet gift box was opened in his palm, the temperature in the banquet hall dropped sharply - the pearl earrings that Jiang Ciyu had torn off at her wedding were now strung on a diamond chain again. "Ten years ago you said you wanted to marry for love," he said with a trembling voice, "Now I want to use the rest of my life to prove that love will never fade."

Jiang Ciyou's fingertips stroked the warm surface of the pearls, and she suddenly remembered that rainy night. She curled up under the bridge, and it was Lu Jingchen who warmed the earrings with his body temperature: "I thought you were dead at the time," she said softly, "so I threw the earrings into the Huangpu River."

Lu Jingchen put the earring on her earlobe and said, "The salvage team searched at the bottom of the river for three days and three nights that day." His fingertips brushed the teardrop mole at the corner of her eye. This action made the senior reporters present press the shutter button - in the entertainment headlines ten years ago, it was this teardrop mole that allowed Lu Jingchen to recognize her among millions of people.

The holographic projection suddenly switched to the starry sky. When the auction price of "Crown of Thorns" exceeded 200 million, James suddenly raised his sign: "I want to add a condition - please ask Mr. Lu to add Mrs. Lu's eyes to the painting." He turned to face the audience, "Just as Mrs. Lu wrote in her short-selling report: 'A true hunter has the entire starry sky in his eyes.'"

At the end of the dinner, the Lu family's private helicopter landed on the rooftop. Jiang Ciyou looked at the twinkling city lights outside the window and suddenly chuckled: "Remember the first time you took a helicopter?" Lu Jingchen helped her tidy up her hair that was messed up by the wind: "You said I looked like Sleeping Beauty in a crystal coffin." His palm covered the back of her hand, and the wedding ring on his ring finger perfectly matched the thorn tattoo on her wrist.

When the helicopter flew over the Huangpu River, the sonar device at the bottom of the river suddenly started up. The pearl earrings that had been sleeping for ten years slowly rose up in the ultrasound, echoing the diamond earrings on Jiang Ciyou's ears. Lu Jingchen turned on his mobile phone, and on the screen was a diary from ten years ago: "If one day we are successful, I want every drop of water in the Huangpu River to reflect her smile."

Back at the Lu family's old house, Jiang Ciyou found a custom-made wedding dress in the cloakroom. The note in the inner pocket read: "In the village in the city in 2015, I imagined you wearing a wedding dress countless times. Now I can finally make up for this regret." When she turned around, Lu Jingchen was leaning against the door frame to untie his tie, with the thorn tattoo on his clavicle winding to his heart.

"Come here." His voice was magnetic and hoarse. Jiang Ciyou walked towards him on the rose petals scattered all over the floor, and was suddenly pressed against the fitting mirror. Lu Jingchen's kiss slipped from her ear, leaving a wet mark on the pearl earrings: "This time, I will plant stars in every kiss of yours."

At three in the morning, the astronomical telescope on the rooftop of the Lu family captured the Leonid meteor shower. Jiang Ciyou wrapped in a bathrobe and snuggled in Lu Jingchen's arms, watching him use a laser pen to outline their names in the starry sky. "Do you know why you chose tonight?" His chin rubbed the top of her head, "Ten years ago today, you used the last hundred-dollar bill to buy me antipyretics at the bar."

Jiang Ciyou placed her hand over his heart, where the scar from the surgery was still visible. "Jingchen, I've known for a long time that you're the son of the richest man." She felt his body suddenly tense up. "But I love the poor boy who fought for me and ate instant noodles with me more."

Lu Jingchen suddenly picked her up and walked towards the terrace. In the moonlight, tiny spots of light danced in his pupils: "You taught me what love is back then, now it's my turn to protect your light." His fingertips brushed across the thorn tattoo on her wrist, where a line of tiny words was hidden: "Jingchen, take me to see the snow-capped mountains."

Highlights of this chapter:

1. Echo of details: The ten-year emotional line is connected through props such as pearl earrings and thorn tattoos

2. Technological metaphor: using holographic projection, sonar devices and other elements to imply the timelessness and space-time eternity of love

3. Sensory immersion: focus on describing details such as the touch of the champagne-colored dress and the temperature of the pearls

4. The art of leaving blank space: The promise of snowy mountains at the end forms a closed loop with the beginning, hinting at the direction of future chapters