Rebirth with a Space to Counterattack and Abuse the Scumbag

"Don't think you've really won." The hoarse voice was like a viper's hiss, cold and sticky, each word seemingly carrying thorns that pierced my eardrums.

My fingers tightened unconsciously around my phone, and my fingertips turned white.

Won?

Could it be referring to the family inheritance that Gong Lin just acquired?

A chill ran up from the soles of my feet and quickly spread throughout my body.

I took a deep breath, trying to maintain my composure and not let this sudden threat affect me.

Gong Lin's gaze remained fixed on me, and he keenly noticed the changes in my expression.

The noisy sounds of the banquet seemed to be blocked out by a thin film. I could feel his worried gaze, so I gently shook my head to indicate that I was fine.

The person on the other end of the phone didn't seem to have any intention of giving me any more information; after saying that, they hung up immediately.

The constant beeping echoed in my ears, like a death knell, pounding on my nerves.

I put down my phone, forced a smile, and met Gong Lin's concerned gaze.

"It's nothing, just a spam call," I said casually, not wanting him to worry.

But I couldn't calm down. That sentence swirled in my mind like a curse, refusing to leave.

"Your good days are over..." Who is it?

What are you planning to do now?

Meanwhile, in another corner of the banquet hall, Gong Lin's cousins ​​were gathered together, their faces gloomy, their eyes flashing with resentment and bitterness.

They were expelled from the family core and lost their right to inheritance, and they couldn't swallow this insult.

"Are we just going to let this go like this?" one of them said through gritted teeth, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

“Of course not!” The other man smiled coldly. “I’ve heard that there are people outside the family who are eyeing the Gong family’s inheritance…” They whispered among themselves, the seeds of conspiracy quietly taking root and sprouting in the darkness.

Gong Lin also received the news.

His brows were furrowed, and his slender fingers tapped lightly on the table, one tap after another, the rhythm steady, yet exuding an indescribable sense of oppression.

He originally thought that the matter of family succession was settled and everything would return to calm, but he did not expect that undercurrents were surging and that a greater crisis might have just begun.

He looked up at me, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, then stood up, walked to my side, and took my hand. "Qing'er, I have something to take care of..."

The dim light shone on the mountain of documents, reflecting the anxiety between my brows.

The matter of the Gong Lin family's succession is far more complicated than we expected. These days, I have been by his side almost every step of the way, handling all sorts of tedious matters.

My business was inevitably affected. The new product launch had to be postponed, and my partners kept calling, their tone shifting from understanding to anxiety and dissatisfaction.

I rubbed my aching temples, a feeling of helplessness washing over me.

Gong Lin also noticed my change in mood.

He put down the documents in his hand, walked to my side, and gently put his arm around my shoulder.

"Qing'er, thank you for your hard work." His voice was deep and gentle, with a hint of apology.

I looked up and saw his tired yet resolute eyes, and my heart was filled with mixed emotions.

I know he is under tremendous pressure. The internal struggles within the family are far more brutal than we imagine. Those cousins ​​will stop at nothing to fight for interests, and even collude with external forces, making the already complicated situation even more unpredictable.

"It's okay, I can handle it." I forced a smile, not wanting him to worry any more.

But my heart grew increasingly anxious. Time was like a sharp knife, slowly cutting away at my patience and confidence.

I must stabilize my fashion business as soon as possible, otherwise all my previous efforts will be in vain.

A thought suddenly flashed through my mind.

Now that Gong Lin has inherited the family's legacy, the family's resources should also be used by him.

I can use these resources to stabilize my business first, and then gradually solve other problems.

This idea was a revelation to me, like seeing a glimmer of light in the darkness.

I told Gong Lin my thoughts. He was taken aback at first, then said, "Qing'er, you always think of things I haven't thought of." He held my hand tightly, his tone filled with admiration.

My plan also surprised the Miya Rin brothers.

They originally thought that the matter of family succession would overwhelm me and Gong Lin, leaving us no time to attend to anything else. However, they did not expect that I would be able to turn the tables and use the family's resources to stabilize my business.

"Damn it! How could she have such courage?" One of Gong Lin's cousins ​​slammed his fist on the table, his face turning ashen.

Their original plans were disrupted, leaving them somewhat at a loss.

Over the next few days, I devoted myself entirely to handling company business.

Unexpectedly, those partners who had previously hesitated and observed changed their attitude completely after learning that Gong Lin had obtained the family inheritance.

They all proactively contacted me, not only canceling the previous harsh conditions but also proposing more favorable cooperation plans.

"Mr. Miao, we were inconsiderate before, please forgive us." A business partner who had previously made things difficult for me was now speaking humbly, even with a hint of flattery.

I sneered inwardly. This is reality; this is the coldness of human nature.

I gladly accepted their overtures and quickly finalized several important collaborative projects.

In my office, the phone rang incessantly, each call bringing good news.

A long-lost smile appeared on my face, and my heart was filled with hope.

The office was filled with a joyful atmosphere, and the assistants were busy and full of energy.

I picked up a cup of coffee, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked down at this bustling city.

Skyscrapers stand tall, traffic flows like a river, and everything is under my control.

I took a deep breath, savoring the joy of success.

Suddenly, the phone rang again.

I answered the phone and heard my assistant's slightly nervous voice: "Mr. Miao, the Gong family... the Gong family is in trouble..."

My coffee cup trembled slightly. "What's going on?"

When I arrived at the Gong family mansion, the air was still filled with the smell of gunpowder, which made my throat itch.

The courtyard was a mess, with broken branches and shattered tiles scattered all over the ground, and a tense atmosphere filled the air.

My heart skipped a beat. Where was Gong Lin?

Is he okay?

"Qing'er, you've arrived." Gong Lin's voice came from behind me. I turned around abruptly and saw him standing there unharmed. My heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.

He had some dust on him, but his eyes remained calm and powerful, which made me feel at ease.

"Gong Lin, are you alright?" I walked quickly to him and carefully checked him for any injuries, my voice trembling slightly.

He gently shook his head, took my hand, and the warm, dry touch instantly spread throughout my body.

"It's nothing, just a minor squabble." He said casually, as if what he had just experienced was just a game.

It was then that I noticed that the family members around me were looking at Gong Lin with awe.

Although they still looked a little tired, they were more excited and thrilled.

"Young Master Lin is truly amazing; he easily repelled those traitors!"

"Yes, Young Master Lin truly deserves to be the future of our Gong family!"

"With Young Master Lin, our Gong family will surely regain its former glory!"

Listening to the discussions around me, a sense of pride welled up inside me.

My Rin will always be the best.

Gong Lin reassured the family members, and then led me to the study.

He took an antique wooden box out of the safe and opened it gently.

Inside was a yellowed parchment scroll, emitting a faint musty smell.

"This is a family secret passed down through generations." Gong Lin's voice was low and serious, and my heart involuntarily jumped.

He slowly unrolled the parchment, which was covered with ancient writing, not a single word of which I could understand.

Gong Lin pointed to one of the passages and explained, "This is a record about family inheritance. Only those with special bloodlines can unlock the inheritance."

I listened attentively to his explanation, my heart filled with curiosity.

“But…” Gong Lin’s tone suddenly became heavy, “This also contains an ancient family curse.”

My breath hitched, and a chill ran up from the soles of my feet, quickly spreading throughout my body.

"A curse?" I repeated the word unconsciously, my voice trembling slightly.

Gong Lin nodded. "Legend has it that those who inherit a family's legacy are tormented by a curse."

My hands gripped the parchment tightly, my fingertips turning white. A curse? What on earth is going on?

"Gong Lin, this..." I was about to ask when I suddenly noticed that the words on the parchment scroll began to twist and deform, as if they had come to life.

"Qing'er, be careful!" Gong Lin pulled me behind him. The words on the parchment scroll emitted a dazzling light, illuminating the entire study.

"What is this?" I gripped Gong Lin's arm tightly, feeling the warmth of his palm, trying to stay calm.

Gong Lin did not answer, but stared intently at the parchment scroll.

The light gradually faded, and the text on the parchment returned to normal, but the last line turned a vivid blood red, a shocking sight.

"I curse you with my blood..."