Rebirth with a Space to Counterattack and Abuse the Scumbag

The car streaked across the night sky like a black lightning bolt.

My heart was in my throat, and I stared intently ahead, my fingernails almost digging into my palms.

Gong Lin's profile was tense, like a sculpture poised to strike, exuding a cold aura.

The "Prosperous Garden" was right in front of them, but the once brightly lit commercial center now resembled a wounded beast, emitting chaotic howls.

We jumped out of the car, and the shrill shouts, the sounds of crashing, and the shattering of glass mingled together like a tangled mess, gripping my heart tightly.

The scene before me infuriated me. The meticulously planned opening ceremony had turned into a farce!

"What's going on?" Gong Lin's cold voice was like a sharp blade, piercing through the chaotic crowd and intimidating those who were causing trouble.

The employees scurried around like headless flies, their faces filled with panic and helplessness.

Some people squatted on the ground holding their heads, while others pointed into the distance in terror, muttering incoherently.

I forced myself to calm down and quickly scanned the scene.

Several sleazy-looking men were wantonly vandalizing the shops with sticks and other weapons. They had ferocious smiles on their faces and their eyes were flashing with madness, like a group of demons that had been unleashed.

"Gong Lin, stabilize the situation first!" I clenched my fists and glared at the troublemakers.

Gong Lin responded in a deep voice, emanating a powerful and reassuring aura that instantly calmed the panicked employees.

He strode to the center of the crowd and said in an unquestionable tone, "Quiet down! Anyone who dares to cause trouble again, don't blame me for being impolite!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it was firm and carried a powerful sense of pressure, instantly suppressing the chaos at the scene.

Just then, a sharp voice came from the crowd: "Hmph, Gong Lin, who do you think you are? This is 'Prosperous Garden,' not your Gong family's territory!"

I looked in the direction of the sound and saw Gong Lin's cousins ​​standing at the back of the crowd, with smug smirks on their faces.

They were like venomous snakes lurking in the shadows, insidiously watching everything.

"Have you all had enough?" Gong Lin's tone grew increasingly cold, his eyes like knives as he stared straight at them.

"Have you made enough trouble?" One of the cousins ​​sneered, pointing at the damaged shops, and said, "This is just the beginning! Gong Lin, don't think you can control everything just because of the Gong family name. We brothers have been wanting to get rid of this 'Prosperous Garden' for a long time!"

"What exactly do you want?" I stepped forward, my voice filled with anger.

"What do you want?" Another cousin grinned maliciously, his eyes greedily fixed on Gong Lin. "It's simple. Hand over control of 'Prosperous Garden,' and we brothers might consider letting you go."

Gong Lin narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing within them. He stared intently at his cousins, his tone carrying a hint of danger as he whispered, "Is that so? It seems you can't wait any longer."

As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed one of the troublemakers and stared at him with a gloomy look.

The thug was so frightened by his action that he trembled all over, his legs shaking uncontrollably.

"Speak, who sent you here to cause trouble?" Gong Lin's voice was deep and powerful, like a judgment from hell.

The air was thick with dust and the smell of blood. Broken glass reflected the pale light, mirroring the crumbling business empire. My heart sank with it.

Gong Lin released the thug who was so scared he wet himself, and the thug scrambled away and disappeared into the night.

Seeing this, the other troublemakers also scattered like birds and beasts.

The once magnificent and luxurious residence was now in complete disarray, a truly shocking sight.

I roughly estimated the losses, and they are astronomical!

This is not just a financial loss, but also a loss of Gong Lin's hard work and an opportunity for him to prove himself to his family.

Thinking of this, my heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand, and even breathing became difficult.

Gong Lin stood motionless in the center of the ruins, like a statue.

The dim light outlined his cold profile, his tightly pursed thin lips, and his deep eyes, which were now filled with exhaustion and self-blame.

All of this felt like a mountain pressing down on him, making it hard for him to breathe.

I walked over to him and gently took his hand.

His hands were cold, stiff, and devoid of any warmth.

“Gong Lin…” My voice choked with emotion as I looked at him with heartache. “It will get better. We’ll face it together.”

He turned his head, his gaze falling on my face, a complex emotion flashing in his deep eyes.

He gripped my hand tightly, so hard it felt like he was about to crush my bones.

“Qing’er,” his voice was hoarse, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor, “I won’t let them succeed.”

I looked at him, my heart filled with worry.

The air around seemed to freeze, making it hard to breathe.

The employees lowered their heads and whispered among themselves, their faces filled with unease and fear.

I took a deep breath and tried to keep myself calm.

Now is not the time for sadness and despair. I must pull myself together and face this storm with Miya Rin.

“I believe in you.” I looked at him firmly, my voice full of strength. “We can definitely overcome this difficulty.”

Gong Lin looked at me, holding my hand tightly, as if trying to draw strength from me.

"Thank you, Qing'er." His voice was deep and firm, as if he had seen a glimmer of hope in the darkness.

I returned his smile with an encouraging one.

Suddenly, my gaze fell upon the account books scattered on the floor, and a thought struck me…

"Wait, Gong Lin, these ledgers..."

I crouched down and picked up a torn ledger. The rough texture of the paper rubbed against my fingertips, and an ominous premonition welled up in my heart.

Under the dim streetlights, I carefully examined the remaining pages. The densely packed numbers and symbols on them were like dancing musical notes, forming a discordant melody in my mind.

“These accounts… there’s something wrong with them.” I pointed to one of the pages, my tone grave. “Look at the expenses here, they’re clearly higher than market prices, and there’s no reasonable explanation for it.”

Gong Lin also squatted down and took the ledger. His slender fingers turned the pages, his brows furrowed.

A faint scent of ink mixed with the smell of dust filled the air, making it feel suffocating.

"Keep searching!" he said in a low voice.

We split up and searched for clues amidst the chaos.

My hand was cut by the edge of the paper, and a sharp pain shot through me, but I didn't care and kept searching.

Finally, in an inconspicuous ledger, I found the crucial evidence!

The flow of huge sums of money all ultimately pointed to the same account—the private account of the Gong Lin brothers!

"Found it!" I shouted excitedly, my heart pounding as if it would burst out of my chest.

I handed the ledger to Gong Lin, and his eyes instantly turned sharp. A powerful aura emanated from him, like a volcano about to erupt.

"It really was them!" he said through gritted teeth, his voice filled with anger.

“Now, we have enough evidence to expose their conspiracy!” I clenched my fist, my eyes gleaming with determination.

We organized the evidence and immediately contacted the elders of the family.

When the elders saw these irrefutable accounts, their faces turned extremely grim.

"This...this is simply outrageous!" An elder trembled with rage, striking the ground with his cane with a dull thud.

The other elder remained silent, his face ashen, like a volcano about to erupt.

Gong Lin's cousins ​​were pale and their eyes were darting around. They tried to argue, but they were powerless to refute them.

"What else do you have to say?" Gong Lin's voice was icy, like a judgment from hell.

They still tried to put up a fight, with one of them shouting, "These are all fake! You're framing me!"

I sneered and took out the pre-prepared audio and video recordings, playing them for them.

In the recording, they confessed to their crimes; in the video, they greedily divided up their ill-gotten gains.

"Now, do you have anything else to say?" I asked coldly, my gaze sharp as I stared at them.

Their faces grew even paler, their lips trembled, but they could no longer utter a single word.

They looked around like stray dogs, trying to escape.

"Grab them!" Gong Lin gave the order, and Zhou, the bodyguard, immediately stepped forward and surrounded them.

They struggled and shouted, but to no avail.

Meanwhile, Gong Lin found an ancient box in the family library.

He opened the box, inside which lay an antique jade pendant and a yellowed letter.

The letter contains a secret about family inheritance...

He revealed this secret to the public, and all the elders' eyes fell on Gong Lin.

“Gong Lin…” an elder said in a trembling voice, “You are the true heir!”

Gong Lin looked at the elders with a determined gaze, "I will definitely lead the Gong family to an even more glorious future!"

I stood beside him, holding his hand tightly, my heart filled with joy and pride.

"Gong Lin..." I was about to speak when he stopped me with a look.

He looked out the door, his eyes deep and meaningful, and said, "It seems the real show is just beginning..."

The glow of the lanterns spread out, bathing the Gong family mansion in a warm red light.

The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder from firecrackers, mixed with wisps of osmanthus fragrance, which was refreshing and delightful.

I looked up and saw that the carved beams and painted rafters were covered with red silk ribbons symbolizing joy and celebration. When the wind blew, they fluttered and rustled, like victory flags waving in the air.

Gong Lin stood beside me, the gloom between his brows long gone, replaced by a deep confidence.

His eyes shone like stars, and a faint smile played at the corners of his lips.

At this moment, he was like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, its edge fully revealed, making it impossible for anyone to look directly at him.

"Qing'er, it's all over." His deep voice rang in my ear, carrying a hint of tenderness that was barely perceptible.

I reached out and grasped his hand tightly.

His hands were warm and strong, like my strongest support.

“No, Gong Lin,” I looked up at him.

We smiled at each other, and everything around us seemed to blur, with only our reflections in each other's eyes.

Inside the banquet hall, glasses clinked and laughter filled the air.

The elders of the Gong family raised their wine glasses and offered their congratulations to Gong Lin.

Their faces were beaming with genuine smiles, while their once arrogant and domineering cousins ​​were now like stray dogs, driven out of the Gong family's gates.

I felt no pity whatsoever; they had already deserved what they had done.

I picked up a glass of champagne and took a small sip.

The cool liquid slid down my throat, carrying a hint of sweetness.

Looking at the lively scene before me, my heart was filled with joy.

"Qing'er, let me toast you." Gong Lin walked up to me, holding a wine glass.

"Okay." I took his glass and gently clinked it against his. The crisp sound, like a victory horn, echoed in the air.

"Thanks to you for everything this time," Gong Lin said in a deep, powerful voice as he looked at me.

"What nonsense are you talking about? We are one." I said with a smile, my heart filled with sweetness.

As the banquet reached its climax, my phone suddenly vibrated.

I picked up my phone and saw an unfamiliar number. I frowned in confusion, but still pressed the answer button.

"Hello?" I held the phone to my ear, my voice tinged with wariness.

A hoarse, deep voice came from the other end of the phone, filled with threat and mockery: "Your good days are over."

My grip on the phone tightened slightly, and a sense of unease began to creep into my heart.

Gong Lin noticed that something was wrong with me and looked at me with a deep gaze.

I shook my head at him, signaling him to calm down.

The person on the other end of the phone continued, "Don't think you've really won." I wanted to ask for clarification, but the call was abruptly cut off.

The busy tone of the dial tone echoed in my ears, like a thorn stuck in my heart.