Rebirth of Love: Jiang Ciyou's Counterattack Legend

Jiang Ciyou sat at her desk, her eyes fell on the pile of anonymous gifts, her brows slightly furrowed. These gifts were no longer appearing occasionally, recently a new package would appear on her desk or at the company's front desk almost every few days, marked as being for her.

At first, when she received the first anonymous gift, she was full of curiosity and surprise. It was a delicate little box, beautifully wrapped and tied with a light blue ribbon. She carefully untied the ribbon and opened the box. Inside was a unique fountain pen with delicate patterns engraved on the pen body, which shone with a low-key and luxurious luster under the light. She thought it was a prank from a friend or a small token of appreciation from a new business partner. However, as the gifts continued to increase, the doubts and uneasiness in her heart began to grow like weeds.

Today's gift is a collector's edition of a classic literature book, the paper exudes a faint scent of ink, and the gold-plated font on the cover shows its extraordinary. She gently flipped the pages of the book, but her heart could not immerse herself in the literary enjoyment that this book might bring. She began to think carefully about her recent social activities, trying to find out who might send these gifts. Was it the man who was particularly enthusiastic about her at the last industry exchange event? But there was not much in-depth communication between them, and he did not look like someone who would send gifts in such an anonymous way. Or was it a colleague in the company who had a crush on her? But she has always maintained a low-key social attitude in the company and did not feel that anyone had special feelings for her.

She became more cautious in her actions in the company. She used to greet every colleague enthusiastically, but now she would observe the other person's expression and attitude before deciding whether to have a deep conversation. When she met strangers in the corridor, she would unconsciously raise her vigilance, speed up her pace or change her route to avoid any possible contact with them. She knew that she might be a little paranoid, but those anonymous gifts were like a fog that shrouded her heart and made her unable to relax.

At lunch time, she did not go to the company cafeteria as usual, but chose to eat a simple takeaway in her office. She sat at her desk, her eyes scanning the door from time to time, as if a mysterious person might appear at any time. While eating the takeaway, she sorted out the timeline of receiving the gifts and related events in her mind. She remembered that once, she worked overtime at the company until late, and when she left, she found a package at the front desk with her name on it. There was almost no one else in the company at the time, and when she picked it up, she felt a chill on her back, as if a pair of eyes were watching her in the dark.

She even began to check her office area to see if there were any signs of abnormality. She carefully checked under the table, inside the drawers, and even the cracks in the corners. She also silently noted the daily behaviors of the colleagues who often appeared around her, trying to find some clues from them. She knew that doing so might make herself fall into an unwarranted suspicion, but she couldn't control her thoughts.

During a break in her afternoon work, she once again picked up the anonymous book and examined it carefully. She wanted to find some possible clues from the book, such as whether there were any special marks or notes. She turned the pages one by one, gently touching the edges of the pages with her fingers, but she found nothing except the exquisite printing of the book itself. She sighed helplessly and put the book back on the table.

Her phone suddenly vibrated. It was a message from a friend asking how she was doing recently. She hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether she should tell her friend about the anonymous gift. She was worried that her friend would think she was making a fuss or that she would involve her friend in this inexplicable thing. But she needed an outlet for her anxiety, so she simply described the situation to her friend. Her friend's reply came quickly, saying that she might have been moved by a suitor, and this was a romantic way of expressing herself. But Jiang Ciyou didn't think so. She felt that this anonymous method was more like a temptation that hid danger.

She looked at her friend's reply and felt even more conflicted. She began to wonder whether she should tell the company's leaders or security department about this matter. She was worried that if someone really did it with malicious intent, her safety might be threatened. But if it was just a misunderstanding, she didn't want to cause unnecessary panic or trouble because of this matter. She weighed the pros and cons in her mind, her fingers unconsciously sliding on the screen of her mobile phone, but she still couldn't make up her mind.

She thought of an anonymous gift she had received before, a box of handmade chocolates. The chocolates were beautifully shaped and looked very tempting. But she didn't dare to taste them easily, as she was worried that they might contain drugs or other harmful substances. She placed the box of chocolates in a corner of the office, as if it was a bomb that could explode at any time.

As the end of the workday approached, her vigilance did not decrease. She packed up her things and walked out of the office carefully. On the way to the elevator, she kept an eye on the surroundings. When she entered the elevator, she breathed a sigh of relief, but her eyes were still fixed on the elevator door until the elevator reached the first floor.

After leaving the company building, she walked quickly to the subway station. In the crowd, she also remained highly alert, looking back from time to time to see if anyone was following her. She felt like a frightened bird, and her originally peaceful life was disturbed by these anonymous gifts. She quickened her pace and walked into the subway station. In the subway car, she found a seat in a corner and sat down, scanning everyone in the car.

After returning home, she quickly closed the door and locked it several times. She leaned against the door, took a deep breath, and tried to calm herself down. She knew that this kind of life could not continue, and she had to solve the mystery and find out who sent these anonymous gifts. She sat on the sofa and thought again whether to call the police. If she called the police, would the police take it seriously? After all, no substantial dangerous incidents have occurred yet, and maybe they will think that these are just some insignificant little things. But if she didn't call the police, she didn't know how to deal with this situation, and her heart was full of contradictions and struggles.

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