Rebirth of Love: Jiang Ciyou's Counterattack Legend

In the attic of the Lu family's old house, Jiang Ciyou discovered the diary that her husband had hidden.

This old house of the Lu family carries the stories of several generations. It stands quietly in a corner of the city like a silent guardian. The attic is not large and filled with an old atmosphere. The dim light sways in the dusty air, as if it will go out at any time. The surroundings are filled with old debris, worn-out furniture, yellowed books and some long-forgotten old objects. They are covered with dust over the years, but seem to be waiting for a moment to tell future generations about the dusty past.

Jiang Ciyou stepped into the attic she had not been to for a long time to sort out the affairs of the old house. She was wearing a simple black dress, with her long, smooth hair casually tied behind her head, and a few strands of hair hanging down beside her fair neck, adding a bit of gentleness and haggardness to her. While searching for old things, a dusty wooden box caught her attention. When she gently blew away the dust on the lid of the box and opened it, a slightly yellowed diary came into view.

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- The diary reads: "When I saw the news that Lu Jingchen blocked the knife for you, I finally understood that true love is not about giving marriage, but letting go and letting you fly."

Jiang Ciyou's fingers gently stroked the words on the diary, and ripples appeared in her heart. Those familiar yet unfamiliar strokes instantly pulled her thoughts back to the past. She seemed to see the ignorant self who was full of expectations for love, standing in the bridal chamber on the wedding night, but waiting for the text message from her husband that he was leaving heartlessly. At that moment, the world collapsed and she was filled with sorrow.

In the days that followed, Lu Jingchen was like a beam of light, rashly but firmly breaking into her life. He accompanied her in her struggles with pain, and went through countless storms together. I still remember that time on the street, a few gangsters were jealous of Lu Jingchen and her intimacy, so they suddenly surrounded them and rushed towards them with fists. In the chaos, a shining dagger stabbed at Jiang Ciyu. Lu Jingchen protected her behind him without hesitation. His arm was cut by the dagger, and the blood instantly dyed his sleeves red. At that moment, Jiang Ciyu looked at him frowning slightly because of the pain, but his eyes were still looking at her firmly. This man lived in her heart and she could never move away.

Later, Lu Jingchen accompanied her all the way, and she gradually grew from a business novice to a business woman who could stand on her own. They went through countless days and nights together. Facing malicious suppression and business traps from competitors, they supported each other and never backed down. In those difficult times, Lu Jingchen always held her hand tightly, gave her strength with a warm embrace, and told her: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Now, seeing this sentence written by her ex-husband in his diary, Jiang Ciyou felt mixed emotions. The resentment she once had faded a lot under the years, and was replaced by the emotion of the absurd and unforgettable relationship in the past. She knew very well that if there had not been those hardships in the past, she might not be as strong and clear-headed as she is now.

- Lu Jingchen suddenly appeared and pushed her against the dusty bookshelf: "Now you know how dangerous I was back then, right? I was almost snatched away by your ex-husband."

Just as Jiang Ciyou was immersed in her memories, she heard light footsteps behind her. Before she could turn around, a pair of strong arms embraced her from behind, and then her back was against the dusty bookshelf. Jiang Ciyou raised her head in astonishment, and what she saw was Lu Jingchen's still handsome face. At this moment, his eyes were full of teasing and affection.

Lu Jingchen was wearing a white shirt today, with his sleeves casually rolled up, revealing his strong wheat-colored arms. His black trousers perfectly outlined his slender and straight legs, and he exuded the charm of a mature man. He leaned forward slightly, his forehead almost touching Jiang Ciyou's, and his warm breath sprayed on her face, with a hint of alcohol.

"Why are you here?" Jiang Ciyou asked softly, with a barely perceptible tremor in his voice.

"I saw you haven't come out for a long time, so I came up to take a look." Lu Jingchen's mouth corners raised, revealing a beautiful arc, "I didn't expect that you were here thinking of someone by the sight of something." As he said that, his eyes swept over the diary in Jiang Ciyou's hand.

Jiang Ciyou frowned slightly and said angrily, "Who would think of someone by looking at something? I just happened to find it."

Lu Jingchen was relentless. He reached out his hand, gently pinched Jiang Ciyou's chin, lifted her face and made her look into his eyes: "Hmph, I don't care. I almost lost my life for you back then. You have to compensate me well." There was a hint of cunning in his eyes, which was then replaced by deep love.

Jiang Ciyou felt a warm current in her heart when she saw him like this. She raised her hand and gently patted Lu Jingchen's chest: "Okay, I know you have made great contributions, and I will never be able to repay you in this lifetime, okay?"

Outside the window, there were lightning and thunder, and raindrops as big as beans hit the window glass, adding a different atmosphere to the quiet attic.

- There were thunder and lightning outside the window, and two people were making love in front of an old photo. The raindrops hitting the glass seemed like the applause of time.

Following Jiang Ciyou's movements, Lu Jingchen's eyes fell on the bookshelf behind her, where there was an old, faded photo. In the photo, the young Jiang Ciyou had a bright smile, her eyes full of longing for the future. Standing next to her was the slightly immature Lu Jingchen, who slightly turned sideways and looked at Jiang Ciyou tenderly, as if she was the only one left in the world.

Seeing this photo, Lu Jingchen's eyes became more profound. He slowly let go of Jiang Ciyou's chin, reached out to pick up the photo, and gently wiped the dust off it: "Do you remember when this photo was taken?"

Jiang Ciyou nodded slightly, a trace of nostalgia flashing in his eyes: "Of course I remember, that was the first time we traveled to the beach together, you insisted on taking pictures with me, saying that you wanted to keep that moment forever."

A smile appeared on Lu Jingchen's lips: "Yes, I knew at that time that I could not live without you in this life." As he said, he put down the photo and hugged Jiang Ciyou into his arms again. This time, his kiss fell gently and affectionately.

Jiang Ciyou subconsciously hugged Lu Jingchen's neck and responded to his kiss. The thunder outside the window became louder and louder, and the lightning instantly illuminated the dim attic. The raindrops hit the glass frantically, making crackling sounds, as if time was applauding their love along the way.

At this moment of passion and tenderness, the two slowly fell to the ground, and the dust around them was gently raised by their movements. The worn blanket, scattered books, and old objects that carried the memories of the years all became witnesses of their love at this moment. Lu Jingchen's hand gently stroked Jiang Ciyou's hair and cheek, and all the way down, his kisses fell like raindrops, fine and hot.

Jiang Ciyou's breathing gradually became rapid, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes were full of love and confusion. She whispered Lu Jingchen's name softly, as if it was the most moving spell in the world. And Lu Jingchen whispered affectionate words in her ear, telling of his attachment to her, his gratitude for the past years, and his expectations for the future.

At this moment, they forgot all the noise and disturbances of the outside world and immersed themselves in their own world of love. In the attic of the old Lu family house, time seemed to go back, and they returned to the days when they first fell in love, immature, passionate, but extremely firm. Every look, every touch, every whisper, was filled with their deep love for each other. No matter how stormy it was outside the window, there was only each other in their world, warm as ever.

After a long time, when the passion gradually faded, the two of them lay on the ground hugging each other, breathing heavily. Lu Jingchen reached out and gently pushed the hair in front of Jiang Ciyou's forehead behind her ears, and gently kissed her forehead: "I love you, I will always love you."

Jiang Ciyou had tears in his eyes, and he smiled and nodded: "I love you, too."

Outside the window, the rain gradually subsided and the thunder gradually faded away, leaving only the sound of water dripping under the eaves, as if telling the story of this reunion and love that transcends time and space, with a lingering aftertaste. They knew that no matter how many storms there would be in the future, as long as they held hands with each other, they could move forward fearlessly, because their love had long been as solid as a rock and shining brightly after years of trials and tribulations.