Can following the rules be called rebirth?

Chapter 123, Section 121: Everything I Want (10,000-word update, please vote!)
It had been a few days since I last saw her, and Du Jianuo had indeed put in a lot of effort to dress herself up.

I applied a little foundation, lightly outlined my eyebrows with an eyebrow pencil, and layered different shades of TF and YSL lipsticks to make my lips look more moisturized.

Her wavy hair was tied into a side ponytail with a bright red rubber band, making her look delicate and cute.

At the same time, she was also wearing a matching set of underwear.

A seamless, light blue satin tracksuit.

This was one of the small gifts that my boss insisted on giving me when we went shopping together last time.

The top is a wide-strapped tank top style, and the cups are very soft and delicate, fitting the bust perfectly. They are smooth, seamless, breathable, and thin.

The exquisite workmanship and fabric can protect you from wardrobe malfunctions and maintain your figure while dancing, and prevent you from moving too vigorously with your steps.

The breathable design also prevents a sticky, sweaty feeling during exercise, and the two straps are specially trimmed, designed to be paired with a long skirt.

Hanging on her shoulder, revealing just a little bit for a brief moment, it's incredibly sexy.

The lower half consists of mid-waisted stretch pants designed to prevent wardrobe malfunctions. The edges blend seamlessly with the skin, leaving no marks, and the design is exceptionally comfortable and soft.

The thigh extends down slightly by an inch here, so that even if a short skirt is worn when jumping and spinning, it won't look indecent.

Since I'm wearing this outfit today, I should definitely coordinate it with something else on top.

In addition to the long dress, there are also accessories.

Besides accessories, socks are also quite important. Choose a pair of pure white cotton boat socks with a cute nude butterfly embroidered on the side of the ankle.

The boat socks revealed her fair ankles, and the bulging bone made her jade feet look exceptionally charming.

Thinking back to that time, Zhou Mingyuan suddenly did what he did to me.
Du Jianuo blushed deeply, looking incredibly shy.

A young woman in the prime of her life, especially a dance student, sometimes dresses too conservatively, which is simply anti-modern and anti-human.

Many experts have said that sports are not just “can be sexy,” but “should be the sexiest.”

Sure enough, as she waited for the Buick door to open automatically, sat in the soft back seat, and tossed her bag aside, she noticed the ever-so-debonair young boss.

He was smiling at her.

You look beautiful today.

Zhou Mingyuan remained as cheerful and gentlemanly as ever, often politely praising himself.

Having gained a deeper understanding of him, Du Jianuo naturally knew how much profound inquiry was contained in the other person's gaze.

But she still couldn't help but enjoy this polite, dignified, and rather sincere compliment.

She naturally sat down beside him, gently leaning against his chest.

"Thank you~"

She pulled the safety belt off her right shoulder and fastened it, saying casually.

After a few seconds of pause, he suddenly realized that Zhou Mingyuan's gaze had almost fallen to the front of him.

She was taken aback at first, then realized that the safety belt had tightened around her chest, creating a perfect arc in her originally prominent cleavage.

Du Jianuo's cheeks flushed red instantly, but she didn't say anything, letting He Min, who was completely unaware in the front seat, start the car.

"Wait a moment."

The next moment, a large hand suddenly wrapped around her, interrupting the girl's thoughts.

She turned her head and lowered the car window a little, letting the warm midday breeze ruffle her hair.

Everything felt so natural, yet subtly ambiguous.

It's as if two close friends are going on a picnic, or as if a couple who have known each other for a long time are going on a date.

A gentle summer breeze and soft sunlight bathed the car, making the journey along the road warm and cozy inside.

In the evening, the curtains in the Shanshui Huating room were drawn tightly, obscuring the two worlds inside and out.

Only the cicadas' chirping at the end of summer and the ever-present sunset sneaking in through the edges of the curtains remained.

The car interior is just a small appetizer; for a truly sweet and delightful afternoon nap, you have to go back here.

Du Jianuo gradually opened her eyes and woke up naturally.

This is Shanshui Huating.

Opposite her was her carefully decorated live-streaming room, with soft, fragrant bedding on her body, plush pillows behind her ears, and a faint aroma of cassia seeds.

Everything was so comfortable and relaxing.

The same applies to those around us.

Lying there was a strong, masculine body, making the lunch break quite unique.

Zhou Mingyuan was still asleep, sleeping peacefully like a child.

His nose, his eyelids, his cheekbones, his lips.
Upon closer inspection or from a distance, one cannot deny his handsome appearance.

In his sleep, he was not only very peaceful, but also had a touch of childlike innocence that I had never seen before in his eyes.

He hid all his mature charm; now he truly seems like a junior.

He was different from his usual self.

Du Jianuo couldn't help but lean closer to Zhou Mingyuan, tucking the blanket around him, her cherry lips slightly upturned.

But the other person seemed to be very sensitive; with the slightest movement, she lazily opened her soft eyelids.

"Are you awake?"

Zhou Mingyuan turned his head to look at her, not yet fully recovered from his sleep, and asked her in a very affectionate manner.

"Ah."

Du Jianuo's cheeks suddenly flushed red. She turned her head slightly, pinched a corner of the blanket to cover the numerous red marks on her chest, and was a little afraid to look at him.

The two spent most of the afternoon wandering around the small room.

They fell into a deep sleep, their temples damp with sweat.

"I chatted with Sister He Min today, and she shared a lot of little secrets with me."

With a beautiful woman by your side, there are no honest men in the world.

Two strong arms came around Du Jianuo from behind, gently slipped into her waist, climbed up to her lower abdomen, and nestled together.

The girl did not resist, letting the other person poke and move her around.

What did she say to you?

Zhou Mingyuan continued working, smiling as he asked.

"You said you guided her, taught her a lot, helped her grow, and taught her how to present herself."

Du Jianuo's heart skipped a beat, and she blurted out as if possessed, "I think..."

"Even though I'm the girl, sometimes I feel like you're even more... than me."

"What do you mean by that? Is it about pursuing a certain style? Vanity?"

"almost."

"Well, that's just human nature when you're in the world," Zhou Mingyuan laughed and readily admitted.

"Whether it's the legal profession or the entertainment industry, why is it necessary to have a facade before achieving success?"

"Let me tell you the story of my older brother."

The man hugged Du Jianuo tightly and, using non-existent pronouns, spoke of his past self.

“My brother is very successful in his career, but he always feels that he is an ordinary person.”

Zhou Mingyuan grabbed the girl with both hands, speaking earnestly as he did so.

"He also studied law, and through his hard work and effort, he quickly entered the top-tier law firm that law students dream of."

Du Jianuo listened attentively, trying her best to restrain her instincts from flinching, her pupils brimming with tears.

"The colleagues there all graduated from the top schools, and there are countless top students from Tsinghua and Peking Universities."

“He gave me an example that a colleague mentioned.”

“The competition for the law school at Beijing University is fierce. Only those who rank in the top 20% in the entrance exam are eligible for freshman scholarships.”

"According to our traditional logic, good grades are enough, right?"

"no."

Zhou Mingyuan paused for a moment, then sighed.

“At Peking University, you will also need to have an interview. You will need to explain to the professors why this scholarship should belong to you and not someone else.”

Du Jianuo was taken aback.

“At first, my brother didn’t understand these things. But from then on, he realized that in this atmosphere, packaging yourself is like drinking water, something you need to get used to.”

"Back then, the monthly salary at the institute was 20,000 yuan before tax, and more than 10,000 yuan after tax. That sounded pretty good, right?"

"Uh-huh."

Du Jianuo bit her lip and nodded.

"But in Beijing's CBD, this amount of money is like a drop in the ocean, and my brother, who just graduated, still frequently asks his family for money."

"What do you need the money for?"

"buying clothes."

At this point, Zhou Mingyuan couldn't help but laugh.

"At that time, the leaders in the institute compiled a workplace guide for me, who had just entered the industry."

"Spend one or two months' salary to buy an Armani suit, use a Montblanc pen, and carry a Prada laptop bag. They will even tell you to give up the habit of shopping online on Taobao and take the subway less often."

“Some colleagues have returned from studying abroad and speak with English mixed in. So everyone will intentionally mix Chinese and English in conversation to show that they are also in that circle.”

"Isn't living like this exhausting?"

Du Jianuo's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Elite circles are like a huge training room, where people learn how to package themselves and how to integrate into society."

"But it also feels like a makeshift troupe, because everyone is just putting on a show."

Zhou Mingyuan suddenly released the soft thing in his hand and made a gesture.

“My brother is also very into his role. He spends almost half a month’s salary on clothes every month.”

"Until one day he asked his family for money again, his family found it strange and said, 'You earn quite a lot, how come it's not enough?'"

"Later, he started renting clothes on those clothing rental apps for a few hundred yuan a month. After a year, he didn't buy any more clothes. This method gave him a great sense of accomplishment at the time."

"It wasn't until later, when he moved to another circle and left the towering CBD, that he realized another fact."

"The target customers of the luxury stores in the shopping mall downstairs in the China World Trade Center have never been the white-collar workers upstairs."

Zhou Mingyuan cleared his throat, his tone desolate: "But looking back on that period now, I still think it was also a kind of cuteness."

"cute?"

Du Jianuo repeated it involuntarily.

"If you are still willing to indulge in vanity and pursue extravagance, it means that you are young at heart and still believe that embracing consumption, admiring aesthetics, and being driven by desire can bring you benefits."

The man sighed.

"For people to truly let go of everything, either they have already obtained what they wanted and know that it's just that, or too much time has passed and they still haven't obtained it, so they just let it go."

"Well, you have a point."

Du Jianuo slightly tucked her chin, lowered her eyes, and seemed lost in thought.

After thinking for a few seconds, seeing that the man didn't continue, she couldn't help but ask again out of curiosity.

"And what happened to your brother later?"

"Later"

While Zhou Mingyuan was thinking, he wrapped his arms tightly around her body, leaned his head in, and gently rubbed his earlobe, leaving a small mark.

Which type do you describe?

Du Jianuo took a deep breath, her starry eyes half-closed, her pale fingertips trembling slightly, but she still asked a question.

"Have you gotten what you wanted? Or are you just going to let it go?"

"ah!!!"

The man didn't answer; he simply spread his arms and lunged forward.

in the following time.

She tried to regain her composure, but found that she had lost all reason; she tried to express her emotions with her voice, but found that her vocal cords were numb; she tried to move her body, but found that all her limbs and joints were completely powerless.

It wasn't until dusk that the girl got out of bed, put on her pajamas, turned on the tap, and used the water to wake her skin. She combed her messy hair, tied it into a simple ponytail, and started touching up her makeup in front of the mirror.

Apply a little foundation, a touch of blush, comb your eyelashes, and trim your eyebrows, keeping the color as light as possible.

I have to do a live broadcast at night, so I must be presentable and have an elegant and pure appearance.

Holding the lipstick tube in her hand, Du Jianuo pursed her lips and couldn't help but lean closer to the makeup mirror, glancing at the bed not far away.

In the mirror, Zhou Mingyuan was half-lying down, with two pillows propped up against the headboard, revealing his strong chest and shoulders.

Their eyes met, and he seemed to be watching her put on makeup with great interest.

The moonlight cast a dividing line on the man's chest, and Du Jianuo instantly felt that this scene was strangely warm and romantic.

"He should be considered the first type."

Standing a short distance away, Zhou Mingyuan spoke again with a smile.

"Whether you live once, twice, or countless times."

"He will do everything in his power to get whatever he wants in every lifetime."

(End of this chapter)