Rebirth with a Space to Counterattack and Abuse the Scumbag

The convoy slowly drove into the mountains. The bumpy road made the vehicles sway slightly. I looked out the window, and the rolling mountains were faintly visible in the thin mist.

The air was filled with the fresh scent of earth, mixed with the fragrance of wild grass and trees. This pure natural aroma calmed my mind a little.

As we got off the bus, the dazzling sunlight shone on us, dispelling the chill of the mountains, and the convoy arrived at its destination.

Village Chief Zhao led a group of villagers to greet us warmly. They had simple smiles on their faces. I saw the children's thin figures. Although their clothes were worn, their eyes shone with a thirst for knowledge.

A strong sense of responsibility welled up in my heart, and I secretly vowed to do everything in my power to help them change their destiny.

Gong Lin walked to my side, his gaze gentle yet firm, as if telling me that he was there for me.

We walked side by side to the supplies depot, which was filled with books, stationery, clothing, food, and other items, each one a testament to the hard work of me and my team.

Gong Lin and I personally participated in distributing the supplies. The children carefully accepted the brand-new schoolbags and stationery, their faces beaming with bright smiles. At that moment, I felt that all the effort was worthwhile.

Their clear laughter, like a mountain spring, washed away the gloom in my heart.

The sunlight shone on their tender faces, reflecting their beautiful dreams for the future, and my heart felt as if it were filled with warmth.

However, this warmth did not last long.

My phone vibrated again. When I opened it, the screen was filled with malicious attacks from Weibo blogger Liang Yue. He had fabricated rumors that I had misappropriated charity funds and was putting on a show, and even included some out-of-context images.

He stirred up public opinion online again, and suddenly, all sorts of nasty insults came flooding in like a tidal wave.

I felt a surge of anger burning in my chest; the malice of these people made me feel wronged and resentful.

I genuinely wanted to help them, but these people wantonly slandered and smeared my efforts.

I clenched my fist, my nails digging deep into my palm, causing a sharp pain.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm the anger in my heart.

Gong Lin noticed that something was wrong with me. He gently took my hand in his. His palm was warm and dry, as if it could give me endless strength.

I looked up and saw the children's innocent smiles. They trusted me so much, believing that I would help them.

I cannot allow these people with ulterior motives to break my promises to them.

I want to get justice for myself and for these children.

I picked up my phone, my eyes hardening and sharpening as I looked at the malicious and slanderous comments on the screen, a cold smile playing on my lips.

"Get me the recent photos of the supplies being transported," I said coldly.

"Yes, Mr. Miao." The assistant responded quickly and efficiently pulled up the original photos and videos of the material transportation.

I took the phone and looked through the images one by one. The images clearly recorded the journey of supplies from the warehouse to the mountainous area, with each item carefully counted and recorded.

I sneered, "Liang Yue, your lies should be exposed."

"Send all of these out, including the villagers' thank-you notes and the children's bright smiles when they received the supplies." My voice was as cold as ice, carrying an unquestionable air of authority.

My fingers flew across the screen, and I ruthlessly published a series of evidence online.

In the photo, brand-new supplies are piled up in the warehouse, and trucks are neatly lined up, waiting to be transported to the mountains.

In the video, a convoy of transport vehicles struggles along a rugged mountain road, with drivers carefully maneuvering the vehicle, every step clearly visible; there are also the simple smiles of villagers and children. The video instantly went viral online, with the initial insults gradually fading away, replaced by shock and skepticism.

Those who were previously unaware of the truth began to reflect on their behavior. They started forwarding my posts and clarifying the facts for me. Those who had maliciously attacked me were now speechless. Their previous arrogance deflated completely, like a punctured balloon.

As I watched the public opinion shift on the screen, an indescribable sense of exhilaration welled up inside me.

I did not put on a show, nor did I misappropriate any donations. I proved my innocence with my actions.

"Well done, Qingqing." Gong Lin's voice rang in my ears, carrying a hint of barely perceptible praise. He held my hand tightly, and the warmth of his palm traveled to my heart like a warm current, dispelling the gloom in my heart.

I turned my head and looked into his deep eyes, which were filled with trust and love.

I grasped his hand in return, our fingertips touching. At that moment, everything around us seemed to disappear, leaving only him and me. We had only eyes for each other, and our feelings for each other grew stronger through the difficulties.

The faint scent of pine emanating from him lingered around my nose, making me feel at ease and comfortable.

"Those dissenting voices will soon disappear." Gong Lin's tone remained calm, as if everything was under his control.

I smiled slightly, looking at the comments on my phone screen that were still changing, and my heart was filled with confidence.

"Gong Lin, what do you think about inviting some people to come and investigate in person?" I looked up, a sly glint in my eyes.

I tapped the screen and sent invitations to several familiar online influencers and media reporters, inviting them to conduct on-site investigations in the mountainous area.

These "uncrowned kings," who usually love digging for the truth, have a keen sense of smell and know the secrets of online traffic.

As expected, as soon as the news came out, they all expressed their willingness to come.

A few days later, off-road vehicles drove onto the rugged mountain road, kicking up clouds of dust.

I stood at the village entrance, watching those usually aloof online influencers now curiously surveying their surroundings.

A slight smile played on my lips; this was a authenticity that no fake filter could ever match.

They witnessed firsthand the brand-new school buildings, the children's clear voices reciting their lessons, and the smiles on the villagers' faces. These tangible changes filled their pens and cameras with power.

Like the most diligent worker bees, they meticulously recorded everything they saw and heard, turning it into positive reports and illustrated posts, which were then published online.

Those malicious attacks I once made have vanished without a trace, like bubbles blown away.

The lies that Liang Yue painstakingly fabricated were shattered by these irrefutable facts, and he was nailed to the pillar of shame like a clown.

His fans began unfollowing him en masse, and the comment section was filled with insults and condemnations. His reputation plummeted, and all his previous blog posts were dug up by netizens who meticulously pointed out the flaws in them.

However, my image was greatly improved because of this incident.

Countless netizens apologized to me, admitted their previous mistakes, and expressed their sincere admiration for me.

Standing at the forefront of public opinion, basking in people's admiring gazes, I felt a deep sense of pride.

For three months, I devoted almost all my energy to this charity work.

I allocated resources and funds reasonably, purchased new desks and chairs and computers for the children in the mountainous area, built a new playground, and hired excellent teachers so that they could receive a better education.

I also provided technical support to the villagers to help them develop specialty agriculture and improve their living conditions.

I stood in the middle of the valley, surrounded by villagers, children, volunteers, and teachers. They expressed their sincerest gratitude to me, and their smiles, as bright as the sun, illuminated my heart. I took a deep breath, and the air was filled with the scent of earth and grass. I had never felt so peaceful and content.

Sunlight streamed into the valley, carrying the fragrance of earth and the cheerful laughter of children, warm and comforting, dispelling all weariness.

Looking at the innocent smiling faces before me, my heart was filled with joy and satisfaction.

All the doubts and insults of the past have vanished like smoke, leaving behind real change and hope.

"Mr. Miao, you are truly amazing! The children in our village have never been so happy." Village Chief Zhao shook my hand excitedly, his dark face filled with gratitude.

He pointed to a spot not far away where children were running and playing on a brand-new playground, their joyful laughter echoing through the valley.

"It's the result of everyone's hard work," I replied with a smile, glancing around at the volunteers busily organizing supplies and the teachers patiently tutoring the children.

Their faces were beaming with enthusiasm and energy, which gave me even more confidence in my future charitable work.

My phone vibrated again. When I opened it, I saw an interview invitation from an official media outlet. They wanted to learn more about my charity project and promote this positive energy to the public.

I looked at the words on the screen, a slight smile playing on my lips.

"Qingqing, you're quite the celebrity now." Gong Lin walked up to me, his tone slightly teasing, his deep eyes filled with tenderness and doting affection.

I looked up at his sharply defined face. His tall and straight figure resembled a majestic mountain peak, giving me an endless sense of security.

"Didn't you teach me this?" I replied with a smile, winking mischievously. He always gives me support and strength when I need it most.

Gong Lin gently ruffled my hair; his fingertips were slightly cool, yet they made me feel incredibly at ease.

"You did a great job, I'm very proud." His voice was deep and magnetic, as melodious as a cello, warming my heart.

A gentle breeze swept by, carrying a touch of coolness, dispelling the heat in my heart.

I took a deep breath, and the air was filled with the fresh scent of earth and grass. It was a pure and natural smell that made me feel incredibly calm and relaxed.

I looked at the distant mountains, stretching endlessly, like boundless hope.

"What are your plans next?" Gong Lin asked, his gaze gentle yet firm, as if he could see right through me.

I smiled slightly, turned to look at him, and a sly glint flashed in my eyes.

"Gong Lin, tell me, is it possible for us to..."