Rebirth with a Space to Counterattack and Abuse the Scumbag

Gong Lin's face was as solemn as the clouds before a storm, and his hesitant expression made my heart skip a beat.

"Speak, what is it?" I put down the documents in my hand and asked casually.

He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Several core technical personnel in the project team have resigned due to excessive pressure from long hours of overtime. Now is a critical moment, and if they leave, the project progress will definitely be affected."

I rubbed my temples, a wave of exhaustion washing over me.

I knew that old fox Chen wouldn't let this go; he must be the one pulling the strings behind the scenes!

“I understand,” I said calmly, though my heart was churning. “Gather all project team members. We’ll meet in the conference room in half an hour.”

The atmosphere in the conference room was heavy, and an uneasy feeling permeated the air.

I looked around, taking in everyone's expressions.

I got straight to the point: "I know everyone has been working very hard and under a lot of pressure lately, but we've reached the final sprint stage, and I hope everyone can persevere." I paused, then emphasized, "I know some of you want to leave, and I respect your decision, but I hope you'll think it through carefully. This project is not only related to the future of the Gong family, but also to the future of each and every one of you."

Then I announced a series of incentives, including doubled project bonuses, extra paid leave, and priority promotion opportunities. "These aren't just empty promises, are they?" someone whispered.

I immediately produced a signed bonus advance agreement to demonstrate my determination, which immediately brightened the eyes of the somewhat hesitant employees and eased the atmosphere in the meeting room considerably.

I struck while the iron was hot and rearranged the work for the next phase of the project, reducing everyone's workload and promising to personally lead everyone to complete the final sprint.

For the next few days, I worked overtime until late at night almost every day, fighting alongside my team members on the front lines of the project.

My efforts and dedication inspired everyone, reigniting their fighting spirit and greatly improving work efficiency.

Finally, thanks to everyone's joint efforts, the project was completed ahead of schedule!

The news caused an uproar throughout the Gong family.

Grandpa Gong was overjoyed and announced in front of everyone that he would hold a celebration banquet for me.

The celebration banquet was filled with cheers and excitement.

Gong Lin walked to my side, raised his wine glass, and his eyes were full of pride and love.

"Miao Qing, you did it." He gently touched my cup and whispered, "I'm so proud of you."

I took a sip of wine, and the corners of my mouth turned up slightly.

However, just as I was basking in the joy of victory, Butler Liu hurried over and whispered a few words in Gong Lin's ear.

Gong Lin's expression changed instantly. He put down his wine glass, turned his gaze to me, and said in a serious tone, "Miao Qing, let's go out for a bit."

Gong Lin pulled me to the terrace outside the banquet hall. The night breeze dispersed the noise in the banquet hall, but it could not dispel the doubts in my heart.

He took a deep breath and said in a heavy voice, "Grandpa suddenly fell ill."

My heart skipped a beat. Had he suddenly fallen ill? "Is it serious? How is he now?"

"The doctor has arrived and is examining you. But..." He paused, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, "Grandpa seems... not quite lucid, he keeps calling your name."

My doubts deepened. Although the old man's attitude towards me had softened before, it shouldn't have come to this.

Without time to think it through, I immediately followed Gong Lin back to the Gong family's old residence.

The doctor was examining the old man when he saw me come in. His cloudy eyes suddenly lit up, and he reached out and grabbed my arm, trembling, while mumbling something incoherently.

I leaned closer to listen and heard him say haltingly, "Qing girl... good child... the Gong family... is counting on you..."

My heart skipped a beat. What did the old man mean by those words? Could it be that he... had a premonition of something?

After some emergency treatment, the old man's condition stabilized temporarily, but the doctor said he was very weak and needed to rest.

I stayed to take care of the old man, while Gong Lin had to take all his leave to visit relatives and deal with company affairs.

For the next few days, I stayed by the old man's side without leaving him for a moment, feeding him medicine and chatting with him.

The old man is not often lucid, but every time he sees me, he shows a relieved smile.

Everyone in the Gong family was surprised by my actions, and even the elders who used to mock me began to look at me with new respect.

Even Butler Liu, who had always been skeptical of me, showed me great concern and care.

One evening, I was preparing to give the old man his medicine when Butler Liu suddenly walked in, carrying a bowl of soup with a strange smile on his face: "Miss Miao, this is a nourishing soup I specially made for you. You've worked hard, drink some to help you recover."

I took the soup bowl, and an unusual aroma wafted towards me. I frowned slightly. "Thank you, Butler Liu, but..."

Butler Liu's smile froze for a moment. "What's wrong? Miss Miao, do you not like this taste?" His tone carried a hint of barely perceptible tension.

I tightened my grip on the soup bowl slightly. "I just feel that the taste of this soup is a bit..." I paused, my gaze falling on Butler Liu's face, and said, word by word, "too strong."

I put down the soup bowl, looked directly at Butler Liu, and said in a calm but slightly authoritative tone: "Butler Liu, I don't like soup that's too thick, and I especially don't like people adding things to my soup."

Butler Liu's expression changed, his eyes flickered, and he stammered, "Miss Miao, you...you've misunderstood, I just wanted to..."

I interrupted him, my tone icy: "You don't need to explain. I know what you're thinking. Do you think that just because the old man is seriously ill, no one in the Gong family can deal with you?"

Butler Liu knelt on the ground with a thud, his face ashen and his whole body trembling: "Miss Miao, spare me! I... I was confused for a moment..."

I sneered, "A moment of confusion? You think I'd believe your nonsense? You think I don't know who ordered you to do this?"

I walked up to him, looked down at him, and said in a cold tone, "I'm letting you off this time because you've served the old man for so many years. But if there's a next time, I won't be so lenient!"

Butler Liu felt as if he had been granted a pardon and kowtowed repeatedly, saying, "Thank you, Miss Miao! Thank you, Miss Miao!"

I waved to signal him to leave.

Butler Liu scrambled out of the room, and as I watched his retreating figure, a cold smile curled at the corner of my lips.

In the following days, Butler Liu's attitude towards me changed completely. He became very attentive and caring, showing me great concern.

This sudden change surprised everyone in the Gong family, who all wondered what methods I had used to make Steward Liu so obedient.

I ignored these rumors and focused my attention on my grandfather's illness and the upcoming international academic competition that I had been selected for when I entered university.

Without the obstruction of opponents, Gong Lin and I began to plan our future. We knew that the road ahead would not be easy, and there would be new challenges in academic competitions and business development, but we were prepared to work together to meet the challenges.

Before we knew it, the day of the international academic competition had arrived.

I packed my bags and prepared to head to the training camp.

Before I left, Gong Lin hugged me tightly, his eyes filled with reluctance and worry: "Miao Qing, be careful and take good care of yourself."

I gently patted his back and gave him a reassuring smile: "Don't worry, I will."

I arrived at the training camp, put down my luggage, and looked around.

The air was filled with a damp, musty smell; the walls were peeling and mottled; and the bed sheets were wrinkled, as if they hadn't been washed in a long time.

I frowned, walked to the window, and tried to open it to let in some fresh air.

However, the window remained as if it were nailed shut, completely still.

"This..." I turned to Aunt Zhou, who was in charge of logistics at the training camp, and asked with a hint of doubt, "This is where we'll be staying?"

Aunt Zhou waved her hand impatiently: "Yes, is there a problem? We arranged this especially for you."

I took a deep breath, trying to suppress my dissatisfaction. "I just feel that this environment..."

"What's wrong with the environment?" Aunt Zhou interrupted me in an unfriendly tone. "You students are so spoiled. It's just a few days' stay, what's there to complain about?"

Seeing her unreasonable and domineering attitude, a bad feeling rose in my heart... "I..."