Rebirth with a Space to Counterattack and Abuse the Scumbag

The woman in the photo smiled sweetly, nestled against Gong Lin like a little bird, their intimate posture leading anyone to misunderstand.

My heart skipped a beat, and I instinctively looked at Gong Lin.

His face was ashen, and a storm was brewing between his brows, yet he remained as calm as a mountain, as if the person in the photo had nothing to do with him.

Uncle Si's smug smile, a result of his wicked scheme, was extremely irritating. Whispers began to circulate again, this time louder, like countless flies buzzing, making everyone feel restless and irritated.

"A petty trick." Gong Lin sneered, his tone filled with undisguised contempt. "Miss Zhao and I only met at a business banquet and had a normal conversation. Fourth Uncle, your ability to frame me is getting clumsy and clumsy."

I secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Gong Lin reacted quickly and calmly, and was not disturbed by Fourth Uncle's tricks.

I quickly adjusted my mood and chimed in, "Fourth Uncle, the angle of this photo you took is really 'clever'. Anyone who didn't know better would think we had some deep-seated grudge against the paparazzi!" I deliberately emphasized the word "clever," my tone laced with sarcasm.

Uncle Si's expression changed, and he was about to speak when Gong Lin spoke first: "We don't have time to play this boring game with Uncle Si right now. Qingqing, let's go." He took my hand, turned around and left, completely ignoring Uncle Si's furious shouts.

Once outside, we discussed it and decided to continue with our ultimate goal: to win over Elder Zhao Qingbin. We couldn't let Uncle Si's meddling delay our important business.

Zhao Qingbin's home is a suburban courtyard house, solemn and dignified, with high walls and deep courtyards, exuding an elusive atmosphere.

The stone lions at the entrance stand majestically, as if guarding some secret.

Elder Zhao Qingbin received us in his study.

He was slender with sharp eyes and an imposing presence.

After hearing our purpose, he did not immediately express his opinion, but slowly sipped his tea. The room was so quiet that we could hear each other breathing.

“I can support Gong Lin,” Zhao Qingbin finally spoke, his tone calm yet firm. “However, I have one condition.”

Gong Lin frowned slightly: "What are the conditions?"

Zhao Qingbin put down his teacup. "I want the 30% stake you hold."

Gong Lin's expression changed; this condition was far too harsh, almost like cutting off his own flesh and gouging out his heart.

I felt his hands unconsciously tighten, and his palms were slightly sweaty.

I gently grasped his hand in return, offering him silent encouragement.

"Elder Zhao, this condition..." I began, trying to find a compromise.

Zhao Qingbin interrupted me, his tone leaving no room for argument: "This is my bottom line."

The atmosphere in the study suddenly became tense, as if the air had frozen, making it suffocating.

Looking into Zhao Qingbin's determined eyes, I quickly weighed the pros and cons in my mind.

Just then, hurried footsteps sounded outside the door, followed by a servant rushing in, shouting in a panic, "Master, something terrible has happened! Fourth Master... Fourth Master, he..."

He hesitated, his face turning deathly pale.

Zhao Qingbin frowned: "What is it? Tell me slowly!"

The servant's lips trembled, his face ashen. "Fourth Master... he suddenly fell ill, and now... he's unconscious!"

Zhao Qingbin suddenly stood up, his face changing drastically. "What?! Quick, prepare the car, let's go to the hospital!" He hurriedly walked out, his steps unsteady, showing none of his usual composure.

Gong Lin and I exchanged a glance, both seeing shock in each other's eyes.

My fourth uncle suddenly fell ill?

Isn't this too much of a coincidence?

Just at the crucial moment of our negotiations with Zhao Qingbin...

We followed Zhao Qingbin to the hospital.

The doctor was trying to save the patient, and the corridor was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant.

Uncle Si's family was all there, crying and wailing, creating complete chaos.

"Gong Lin, look at you! You've made your fourth uncle sick!" Fourth Aunt cried, pointing at Gong Lin, "You unfilial son, you..."

I stopped her, "Fourth Aunt, what's the use of saying all this now? Let's wait for the doctor to come out first."

Aunt Si wanted to say something, but her son stopped her.

The corridor gradually quieted down, leaving only the beeping of the instruments, tapping at my nerves.

Just then, my phone rang.

It was the assistant calling. "Mr. Miao, something terrible has happened! People outside are saying..." The assistant's voice was tinged with panic, "They're saying it's about you and Mr. Gong... and Miss Zhao..."

My heart skipped a beat and an ominous premonition came over me.

"I understand." I hung up the phone, took a deep breath, and tried to stay calm.

My fourth uncle's illness gave some people an opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

The rumors spread rapidly through the family like a virus.

Those elders who were previously hesitant are now avoiding us like the plague, afraid of getting involved with something bad.

Gong Lin noticed my change in mood and gently pulled me into his arms. "Qingqing, trust me, I can handle it." His voice was deep and powerful, like a warm current slowly flowing into my heart.

I leaned against him, feeling his warm embrace, and my fatigue lessened a bit.

“Gong Lin…” I looked up into his deep eyes, “We can’t stay passive any longer.”

His eyes narrowed. "What do you intend to do?"

I smiled slightly, took out my phone, and dialed a number. "Help me check who went to the hospital today..."

The investigation results came faster than I expected.

The assistant was very efficient; he found the key information in less than half a day.

A tabloid reporter named Liu San had entered and exited Uncle Si's villa the day before Uncle Si "fell ill," carrying a camera bag in his hand.

Coincidentally, this Liu San was known for his skill in secretly taking photos and fabricating scandals.

I revealed this news to several members of the Gong family who had always been at odds with my fourth uncle.

As expected, the news was like a bomb, causing an uproar within the family.

The accusations against me and Gong Lin gradually subsided, replaced by doubts and suspicions about Fourth Uncle.

"I knew it! This photo looked suspicious. What a coincidence!"

"Fourth brother's move is too underhanded, resorting to such despicable methods!"

"Hmph, they've even abandoned all shame in their fight for the position of family head!"

Listening to these comments, a cold smile curled at the corner of my lips.

Fourth Uncle, despite your meticulous planning, you still made a mistake.

I also need to go to Elder Zhao Qingbin's side in person.

Although his conditions were demanding, they were not entirely without room for negotiation.

I brought a new cooperation proposal and came to Zhao Qingbin's residence again.

“Elder Zhao, I have reconsidered the conditions you proposed.” I got straight to the point. “We cannot accept 30 percent of the shares. However, we can offer you another option.”

I handed him the proposal and explained, “We can jointly establish a new subsidiary with you, specifically responsible for developing overseas markets. You will contribute your technology as equity, holding 20% ​​of the shares, and will serve as the chairman of the board of directors of the subsidiary.”

Zhao Qingbin carefully examined the plan, his brows gradually relaxing.

This plan not only satisfied his need for benefits, but also gave him greater autonomy.

"The Gong Group's overseas markets have always been a tough nut to crack," he said slowly. "Are you confident you can do it well?"

“Of course,” I answered confidently. “I have a complete market research and development plan, and I have Gong Lin.”

I looked at Gong Lin, and he gave me a firm look.

"Okay." Zhao Qingbin closed the plan. "I agree."

I was overjoyed. It was a success!

Gong Lin grasped my hand, his eyes filled with admiration. I knew he was proud of me.

"Elder Zhao, it's a pleasure to cooperate with you." I extended my hand.

Just then, a commotion arose outside the door, and a servant rushed in, shouting in a panic, "Master, something terrible has happened! Fourth Master... has woken up!"

I was slightly taken aback and looked at Gong Lin.

"Elder Zhao, it seems we must take our leave now." Gong Lin's voice was icy, carrying a hint of warning.

"Okay." Zhao Qingbin nodded.

We got up to leave, and as we reached the door, I glanced back at Zhao Qingbin. He was looking at us with a complicated expression.

“Gong Lin…” I said in a low voice, “Things seem to be getting more and more interesting.”

Holding the preliminary agreement in hand, Gong Lin and I walked out of the Zhao family mansion side by side.

The early autumn wind carried a hint of coolness as it brushed against my face, but it couldn't dispel the joy surging in my heart.

Zhao Qingbin's nod means that we have gained another important ally in this battle for inheritance.

Back in the car, Gong Lin started the engine, and the black sedan smoothly drove onto the highway.

Inside the carriage, a faint scent of leather mingled with Gong Lin's crisp aura, which made me feel at ease.

I turned my head to look at him. He was focused on driving, and his chiseled profile looked even more angular in the light and shadow.

“Gong Lin,” I said softly, “we’re going to win.”

He smiled slightly, revealing a confident expression. "This is just the beginning."

As expected, Uncle Si was furious when he learned that we had reached an agreement with Zhao Qingbin.

I can almost picture him in a fit of rage right now; beneath that mask of hypocrisy lies a twisted mix of jealousy and hatred.

"He won't let this go." I said calmly, looking at the scenery rushing past the window.

"I know." Gong Lin gripped the steering wheel tightly, the veins on the back of his hands bulging with distinct knuckles. "We'll meet force with force, and we'll deal with water with earth."

We all know that a new storm is coming.

Just then, my cell phone rang urgently, breaking the silence in the carriage.

I answered the phone, and my assistant's anxious voice came through the receiver: "Mr. Miao, something terrible has happened! Something's happened at 'Shengshi Huating'!"

"Prosperous Garden"? Our newly developed commercial center is having its grand opening ceremony tonight!

My heart sank suddenly and an ominous premonition came over me.

"What happened?" Gong Lin's voice also became low, with a hint of tension.

The assistant's voice was broken and choked with sobs: "The scene is... chaotic, someone... someone is causing trouble..."

Gong Lin slammed on the brakes, the tires screeching as they rubbed against the pavement.

He quickly turned the car around and sped off towards "Shengshi Huating".

"What happened! Explain yourself!" I forced myself to calm down and pressed for an explanation.

Suddenly, a noisy shouting came from the other end of the phone, and then the call abruptly ended.

I held the phone, my palms were ice cold.

“Shengshi Huating…” Gong Lin’s face was ashen, his eyes flashing with a cold light. “It seems that someone is eager to give us a ‘big gift’.”

He slammed on the gas pedal, and the car shot off like an arrow, disappearing into the night.