Can following the rules be called rebirth?

Chapter 247, page 245.
Shanshui Huating, Building A8.

In the early morning, the curtains in the room were tightly drawn, blocking out both the inner and outer worlds, except for the ever-present morning light.

Du Jianuo was naturally awakened by the morning light in the sweet and soft embrace of sleep, in a comfortable and relaxing dream.

"woke up?"

The familiar male voice was beside me.

Zhou Mingyuan turned his head and looked at her.

His tone was warm and casual, just like a husband casually greeting his wife beside him.

"Um"

Du Jianuo turned her head slightly, her pretty face flushed, a little embarrassed to look at him.

She will never forget everything that happened last night.

Ice and fire, laughter and tears, hysteria.

At least at this moment, she could feel some value in herself.

And she has to admit it.

Even if it's just an occasional moment when Zhou Mingyuan shows her some tenderness, she'll be overjoyed.

For men, everything before and after exercise is just embellishment.

But for women, being held in a man's arms as they fall asleep is almost the pinnacle of happiness.

Last night, for the first time, she tried to completely let loose in a state of immense excitement.

I'm so excited!

In fact, even from a purely pragmatic perspective, Du Jianuo can be considered a successful person.

Her monthly income from gift revenue on Douyu is enough for her to live a glamorous, elegant, and dignified life.

But she actually managed to go even further.

She went to a point she herself couldn't have imagined.

Commercial order?

Endorsement?

Cooperation?

Earn one hundred thousand a day!

Like many girls with dreams, Du Jianuo had just entered the ivory tower, got her first smartphone, and on her first day of using social media, she had longed for those bizarre and wonderful worlds.

A world of extravagance and glamour, where internet celebrities and KOLs live in a frenzy of fame and fortune.

She once thought that those top internet celebrities must be making a lot of money.

It should be possible.
You earn a million a year, right?
This shocking number is already the limit of Du Jianuo's imagination.

But if you break it down, an annual income of one million yuan translates to less than ten thousand yuan per day over 365 days.

Ten thousand yuan.
She couldn't help but recall her first day broadcasting on Douyu.

It seems that on the day of its premiere, the daily revenue easily exceeded 10,000.

What next?

When exactly was it?
Have I quietly crossed this threshold?

The big internet celebrity I imagined wasn't so unattainable after all.

But the milestone of earning 100,000 yuan a day, and the unimaginable sales of commercial orders, under Zhou Mingyuan's management, easily shattered Du Jianuo's perception once again.

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With Zhou Mingyuan's support, she was taking steps closer to her dream future.

She increasingly realized that her relationship with her boss was the key to her future development.

Having seen so many girls around Zhou Mingyuan, she increasingly doubted whether simply relying on her sexual desires to satisfy Zhou Mingyuan in bed could sustain their relationship.

In a sense, without Zhou Mingyuan, he might have already faded into obscurity.

His vision and perspective are simply incomparable to those of other MCN company owners.

Before MALA ACTIVE appeared, Du Jianuo had actually been approached by many business partners.

Zhou Mingyuan was extremely strict in his judgment; if it wasn't a good product category or a bad reputation, he would question the product's future prospects.

In short, it just won't work.

He even has a self-consistent theory.

Not accepting low-quality business orders is to ensure the commercial value of the influencer.

If choosing the wrong product leads to a poor conversion rate, then it's better not to accept the offer.

Decision-making should be based on long-term rationality; it is unwise to lose sight of the bigger picture for short-term gains.

And the facts are just as Zhou Mingyuan said.

Following last night's milestone event, news of sales exceeding one million quickly spread throughout Douyu.

Du Jianuo once again made a name for herself, with countless new messages flooding her phone. Uno-chan's fame has finally been established on Douyu.

She is very satisfied with her current life.

She did whatever Zhou Mingyuan asked her to do, and she tried her best to do it perfectly.

You also need to maintain your own style and professional competence, so that Mr. Zhou will like you.

These random thoughts only last for a moment.

Before I was fully awake from the early morning, two strong arms had already wrapped around my back.

He gently stroked her lower back, then moved up to her lower abdomen, very affectionately, with a touch of pressure.

Although the two had already experienced everything, at this moment the other was not savoring the peaks, nor was he directly penetrating the absolute territory wrapped in the nightgown, but simply lingering slowly on his lower abdomen.

She felt like she hadn't woken up from last night's hangover.

At that moment, Du Jianuo felt that nothing else mattered.

Perhaps no matter what kind of man I meet, I will no longer be able to pay any attention to him.

Because she understands.

She had been completely bound to this wicked boss, who had all sorts of tricks up his sleeve, by some mysterious, uncanny power.

"Um"

She didn't struggle, but obediently surrendered her soul, letting out a soft moan that was both shameful and pleasurable.

He was kissing his neck; it felt so good, yet also a little sore.

Zhou Mingyuan's understanding of women's bodies was truly astounding. Du Jianuo dared not think too much about it.

But sometimes, in the half-awake state, one can't help but fall into reverie.

If only I hadn't been brought back to this small room by Zhou Mingyuan in a daze, and hadn't agreed to sign a contract with him.

Am I just...
Will you never taste such an intoxicating flavor in your entire life?

"You're so disgusting! You're a pervert!"

As she thought about it, the senior student couldn't help but protest.

Because Zhou Mingyuan's fingertips were repeatedly circling around her belly button.

This movement is truly unique.

Due to physiological reasons, that beautiful little nest always has a strange smell and a powdery feel.

She would become increasingly shy, until her cheeks turned bright red and she didn't know where to put her limbs.

That's strange, isn't that an erogenous zone?
Why did she feel like biting her lips until they bled when Zhou Mingyuan touched her?

"Hahahaha"

Zhou Mingyuan chuckled.

This time, to her surprise, he did not continue playing with her, but instead rubbed her lower abdomen.

"What beautiful abs!"

"I like."

"I would also like."

A warm feeling welled up in her heart.

As a girl, it's really hard to resist Zhou Mingyuan's ambiguous style.

A deep, penetrating understanding of every part of a woman's body is also a form of praise.

"Eh?"

"Shouldn't you boys prefer touching here and there?"

She blurted it out as if by some strange twist of fate.

"where?"

Zhou Mingyuan also grinned.

As if to punish her for her witty retort, she separated her hands, and her left hand immediately moved upwards.

"You're asking a question you already know the answer to!"

She playfully flinched and tried to dodge, but immediately her laughter transformed into a heart-wrenching soft moan.

It's so sour, yet so comforting.

"After comparing them, this is definitely the place to go."

Zhou Mingyuan made no attempt to hide his flirting with her.

"Hmm."

The girl's eyes were half-closed; she simply couldn't resist.

It's as if my body doesn't belong to me, but is a little toy exclusively for the boss.

It seems that only through such indulgence can one obtain the greatest comfort and pleasure.

Whatever you want
May this morning last a little longer.

I hope my body will never lose its allure to this man.

I hope this man can continue to lead me on wild and carefree adventures.

A few more times.

I wish I still had some leverage to exchange for his affection—or rather, that's the right way to put it.

I wish I still had some resources that I could offer to him as a sacrifice.

As long as it can be done
There will probably be many more times like this, when I'm so happy and snuggled in his arms, sleeping until I naturally wake up in the morning.
I wish I could be immersed in it, and never wake up again. It's not just a physical temptation, but a feeling of attachment.

Zhou Mingyuan, that wicked fellow, always likes to dig into his own private predilections.

He understands me so well.

For example, sometimes he would say strange things to himself.

You must speak in great detail, with passion, with complete engagement, to the point of groveling and humiliating yourself to the extreme.

But things are different now.

Perhaps he was also in a half-awake, half-asleep morning state, where he didn't need to be too deliberate and could simply let his voice release, humming some meaningless words randomly.

All of this seems to be just a kind of romantic instinct when lovers, girlfriends, or opposite-sex partners wake up in the early morning and explore each other.

She was almost completely absorbed in it, forgetting the relationship that the title represented.

Those soft moans were partly an attempt to please the man and bridge the gap between their hearts.

That's right, it's about pleasing people.

She offered him everything she had, hoping only that he would be satisfied.

I just hope that when he's with me, he can be a little happier, a little more enjoyable, and even happier, and even more enjoyable.

But will he be satisfied?

Thinking of all those beautiful women at Jieyou Media.

Then she thought of the women around Zhou Mingyuan, and how she didn't even know how many there were, who they were, or what advantages they had as potential competitors. She felt a little discouraged.

Even though she always stood by Zhou Mingyuan's side, she still felt an incredible sense of loss, as if she were a drowning person clutching a straw, needing to hold on tightly.

What if your boss gets tired of you?
What if he thinks other girls are better and never comes to favor him again?
If other girls have more defined abs, longer, thinner or curvier legs, or a larger or firmer bust.
What can I do?
Du Jianuo always deliberately tries not to think about these things.

But after yesterday, she discovered that what humans like to do most is to deceive themselves.

She can't fool herself at all.

She needs these.

It's not just about physical cooperation and pleasure.

There's also money, profits, and future prospects; the music and gin in quiet bars; the aromatherapy and steak in upscale restaurants; and readily available handbags and luxury goods.
But what I have, will other girls have?

What if others are also willing to give what you are willing to give?
Where does my core competitiveness lie?

(End of this chapter)