Rebirth with a Space to Counterattack and Abuse the Scumbag

Gong Lin frowned as he looked at the clues in the anonymous letter, his deep eyes seeming to hold an icy depth.

The dim light cast shadows on his face, making him appear even more serious.

He knew full well that the appearance of this letter was no accident; it was like a fuse about to ignite a huge conspiracy.

The tense atmosphere was like an invisible net, tightly surrounding him. The air in the entire room seemed to freeze, filled with a mysterious and dangerous aura.

He tapped his fingers lightly on the table, one tap after another, steady and powerful, as if he were contemplating some important strategy.

The anonymous letter contained only a single line, yet it was like a sharp knife piercing his heart.

His mother's death has always been the biggest mystery in his heart. Now, the appearance of this letter will undoubtedly reveal a corner of this mystery, allowing him to see the dawn of the truth, but it also foreshadows an even greater danger to come.

Following the clues provided in the letter, Gong Lin began a secret investigation.

He used all his connections and resources, like a cheetah, silently tracking his prey.

A few days later, he finally found his target—a distant relative in the family who had been almost forgotten, Miyazawa.

And the one who colluded with Miyazawa was actually his cousin, Miyazawa.

Gong Yu had always coveted the position of head of the Gong family and opposed him at every turn. He had long been aware of this, but he never expected that Gong Yu would be so ruthless as to collude with outsiders to try to slander him again.

He found Miyazawa and confronted him directly: "Why did you write that letter? What are you trying to do?" Miyazawa feigned composure, his eyes darting around, and vehemently denied it: "What letter? I don't know what you're talking about." He pretended to be innocent and even turned the tables, accusing Miyazawa of framing him.

Gong Lin sneered and threw the evidence in his hand in front of him: "The evidence is conclusive, what else do you have to say to argue?" Gong Ze's expression changed drastically.

"You think..." Gong Lin's tone was icy, his eyes like knives, staring straight at Gong Ze, "You really think you can control everything?"

The air conditioning in the office was on full blast, but my hands and feet still felt icy cold.

The documents on the table were piled up like a mountain, each page densely covered with clauses, like invisible nets binding me tightly.

I rubbed my sore eyes and tried to concentrate, but the difficult technical terms were like a swarm of flies, bothering me and making me feel distracted.

Damn, those harsh terms!

I irritably threw the document in my hand onto the table, making a crisp "thud".

The sound was particularly jarring in the quiet office and disturbed my thoughts.

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

Collaborating with international fashion giants is crucial to my company, and I cannot easily give it up.

However, the other party's conditions were too demanding, making it almost an impossible task.

I went through the contract over and over again, trying to find a way to negotiate, but to no avail.

Time ticked by, and my heart grew heavier and heavier, as if a huge boulder was pressing down on me, making it hard to breathe.

The office lights were dim, illuminating my tired face and adding to my sense of helplessness.

I got up and walked to the window, gazing at the bustling city night view outside, trying to relax.

The flashing neon lights, like dancing musical notes, could not dispel the anxiety in my heart.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, felt the coolness of the night breeze, and tried to calm myself down.

No, I can't give up!

I suddenly opened my eyes. I had to find a way to achieve this cooperation!

I went back to my desk, picked up the phone, and dialed a number.

"Hello, Mr. Johnson? We need to discuss the terms of the contract further..."

I rubbed my aching temples and leaned back wearily in my chair.

The documents on the table were piled up like a small mountain, making it hard for me to breathe.

Just then, the office door was gently pushed open, and a familiar cool and refreshing scent mixed with a faint sweet fragrance wafted in.

I looked up and saw Gong Lin standing at the door, holding an exquisite box of pastries in her hand, with a gentle smile on her lips.

"Why are you here?" I stood up in surprise, my voice tinged with barely concealed excitement.

"I came to see you and brought you your favorite red bean pastries." He walked over to me, placed the pastry box on the table, and gently ruffled my hair.

A warm feeling welled up in my heart, dispelling the fatigue and anxiety of the past few days.

I opened the pastry box, and an enticing sweet aroma wafted out, instantly filling the entire office with the sweet scent of red bean pastries.

I picked up a piece, took a bite, and found it soft, sweet, and melt-in-your-mouth. The familiar taste made me feel incredibly safe and comfortable.

"How are you? Are you alright?" Gong Lin asked with concern, his eyes filled with tenderness.

I nodded and held a piece of red bean pastry to his mouth: "You should try some too."

He smiled, took a bite, and savored it slowly, his eyes full of doting affection.

"How's it going?" I asked with concern, putting down my snacks.

"Everything is under control." He spoke calmly, yet with a hint of barely perceptible confidence.

He took a USB drive out of his pocket and placed it in front of me. "This is the evidence I found."

Curious, I took the USB drive, plugged it into the computer, opened the file inside, and a recording came out clearly.

The recording contained a conversation between Miyazawa and Miyau, who were plotting to frame Miyauchi. Their voices and tones were clearly identifiable and undeniable.

My heart sank; I never imagined they could be so despicable and shameless.

"I have already handed the evidence over to the family elders." Gong Lin's tone remained calm.

"What did they say?" I asked nervously.

“They are shocked and furious.” A cold smile appeared on Gong Lin’s lips. “Those who tried to slander me are now panicking.”

I breathed a sigh of relief; the anxiety that had been building up inside me finally subsided.

“Oh, right,” Gong Lin suddenly remembered something, took out an invitation from his pocket and handed it to me, “There’s a charity gala next week, and I’d like to invite you to come.”

I took the invitation and glanced at it. It was a high-end charity gala that many business celebrities would attend.

"Okay," I agreed with a smile, but a vague sense of unease lingered in my heart.

"What's wrong?" Gong Lin noticed my unusual behavior and asked with concern.

“It’s nothing,” I shook my head and put the invitation in the drawer, “I just feel…” I paused, “this dinner party might not be so simple.”

“Mr. Johnson,” I picked up the phone, my voice firm, “regarding the terms of the contract, we must…” I rubbed my aching temples and let out a long sigh.

Become!

After several rounds of heated debate, Johnson finally relented and agreed to amend the most stringent terms.

My hand trembled slightly as I gripped the pen and solemnly signed my name—Miao Qing—on the contract.

The soft scratching of the pen on the paper sounded like heavenly music at that moment.

I felt my blood boiling, and an indescribable sense of excitement and accomplishment welled up inside me.

The moment I put down my pen, I almost wanted to cheer.

"That's great!" My assistant, Xiaoya, jumped up excitedly and hugged me tightly. "Mr. Miao, we did it!"

A burst of enthusiastic cheers erupted in the office as team members hugged and high-fived each other in celebration.

The champagne cork popped open with a "pop," and the golden liquid sprayed out, tracing a graceful arc in the air before landing on everyone's faces and bodies, as if celebrating this hard-won victory.

I accepted a glass of champagne and raised a toast with everyone to celebrate.

The crystal-clear wine glass reflects a dazzling light, mirroring the smiling faces of each of us.

"Respectfully, Mr. Miao!"

"Salute to our best team!"

The crisp clinking of glasses, accompanied by cheerful laughter, echoed through the office.

I looked around at the joyful faces on everyone's faces, and my heart was filled with pride and a sense of accomplishment.

This is just the beginning, I know.

My fashion empire is about to experience a new leap forward.

After the celebration, I returned to my office alone, closed the door, leaned back in my chair, and quietly savored the joy of success.

Outside the window, night had fallen, the city lights were on, and the whole city was bathed in a dazzling glow.

I picked up my phone and dialed Gong Lin's number.

"Hey, Rin, I have some good news for you..."

I told him the good news of the successful collaboration, and his deep, magnetic laughter came from the other end of the phone. My lips unconsciously curled up in a smile.

"Congratulations, Qing'er."

After hanging up the phone, I picked up the contract again and carefully flipped through each page, wanting to double-check every detail.

Suddenly, my gaze fell on the address of the partner company on the last page.

This address……

I felt something was off, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was.

I turned on my computer and searched for this address, but found no relevant information.

It's so weird.

How could such a well-known international fashion giant not have detailed address information?

My heart sank suddenly, and a sense of unease welled up inside me.

I continued searching and finally found a discussion about this address on a hidden forum.

"I've heard that this place is a secret base of a mysterious organization..."

My breath hitched, my fingers froze on the keyboard, and the flickering light on the screen reflected on my face, making me look particularly eerie.

Mysterious organization...

I suddenly looked up at the window. The night was even deeper, and the city lights were blurred, as if shrouded in a mysterious veil.

I picked up my phone and dialed Gong Lin's number again.

"Gong Lin, I've discovered..."