Can following the rules be called rebirth?

Chapter 253, Section 251: Change and Constancy
The night is getting dark.

The Jiangnan Jiayuan residential area is exceptionally quiet, with the evening breeze rustling through the carefully trimmed bushes.

The bumpy ride and the constant leaning caused Shen Yunrong's neckline to open slightly, exposing a small section of her collarbone and fair skin to the air. Her skirt also rode up a bit, revealing her slender legs clad in stockings, adding an extra layer of mystery in the dim light.

She pressed herself against Zhou Mingyuan, her eyes exuding a natural languor and unguarded charm.

This was quite different from the Shen Yunrong that Zhou Mingyuan remembered, who always wore a neatly pressed shirt and skirt suit, with her hair meticulously pinned up, and had bright, sharp eyes.

An alluring contrast.

"Sister Yun."

"Teacher Shen?"

The evening breeze ruffled the stray hairs on Shen Yunrong's forehead.

The man bent down, his arms slipping under her armpits and behind her knees, trying to carry her upstairs in a relatively safe position.

Despite her gentle movements, Shen Yunrong was still startled and let out a soft moan.

Her long eyelashes trembled, half-awake, and in the end she buried her burning cheeks in his shoulder.

Zhou Mingyuan's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and he tightened his arms around himself.

She was lighter than he had imagined.

Holding it in my arms, it was as soft and warm as a handful of clouds.

Zhou Mingyuan calmed himself down and carried her to the entrance hall of the building.

The motion sensor light turned on immediately, illuminating everything with its cool white light.

He carefully adjusted his position to make Shen Yunrong more comfortable leaning against him, then took out his access card and key.

Swipe your card and enter the elevator.

The mirror inside the elevator clearly reflected the figures of the two people at that moment.

Zhou Mingyuan wore a well-tailored cashmere coat, his arm muscles slightly tense. Shen Yunrong nestled in his arms, her skirt spreading out like flower petals, her cheeks flushed, and her long hair disheveled.

A scene brimming with tension.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Zhou Mingyuan couldn't help but fall into memories.

When was the last time I rode in the elevator with her?
It seems to be at school.
At this moment, he actually embraced the previously distant Teacher Shen with a completely controlling posture.

Nothing could be more dramatic than this.

With a "ding," we arrived at the sixth floor.

The elevator doors slowly opened. Zhou Mingyuan carried her out, and the corridor was silent except for the soft thud of their footsteps and Shen Yunrong's uneven breathing.

Find the first door on the left, insert the key into the lock, and turn it gently.

The door opened.

A familiar cedar scent wafts over.

The smell was almost unchanged, just like the one he had smelled every time he stepped into the other person's office before.

Rationality and restraint seem to be Shen Yunrong's unique hallmark.

But at this moment, the familiar scent, mixed with the strong smell of alcohol on her body and the faint fragrance emanating from her body heat, created an alluring temptation that stirred the heart.

The entryway is neat and clean as far as the eye can see.

This was Zhou Mingyuan's first visit.

The most outstanding student in the law class, a rising star in entrepreneurship, and the designated class monitor, was also visiting her home for the first time.

no way.

These days, the teacher-student relationship inherently carries a clear distinction between different roles.

Only after Shen Yunrong shed her original identity and left the teaching profession did I have the opportunity to stand here.

Zhou Mingyuan breathed a sigh of relief and looked around at the little world of the woman living alone.

The white entryway cabinet was spotless, with a ceramic key tray on top and a transparent glass vase next to it containing a few daffodils that emitted a refreshing fragrance.

Several pairs of shoes were neatly arranged at the bottom of the cabinet.

A pair of comfortable flat loafers, a pair of versatile nude mid-heel shoes, a pair of sneakers, and seven-centimeter sky-blue high heels.

Um.
It looks familiar.

Zhou Mingyuan's gaze lingered for a moment, recalling the scene of Shen Yunrong wearing it, sitting behind her desk, sitting upright, and chatting with him.

He bent down and gently placed Shen Yunrong on the cushioned shoe-changing stool.

She leaned against the wall, finally opening her eyes slightly, moving her chin to scan the familiar surroundings.

"Water, I'm so thirsty."

Shen Yunrong pursed her dry lips and made a gurgling sound in her throat.

"Wait a minute, I'll be right there."

Zhou Mingyuan reassured him in a low voice, then quickly opened the shoe cabinet.

The cabinets were equally tidy and clearly divided into sections.

So much so that he immediately spotted which pair of slippers were everyday plush slippers.

He crouched down, almost at eye level with Shen Yunrong.

Then he reached out and traced his fingertips along her slender ankle.

Even through the stockings, I could still feel the warmth and smoothness of her skin.

His fingertips paused slightly, and he subtly lifted a section of the edge of the stocking, twisting it between two fingers.

This thickness is practically perfect.
It's roughly between 25D and 35D.

Those who understand stockings know that if stockings contain Lycra material, then even 25D stockings can be worn as a substitute for thermal underwear in winter.

It balances visual appeal and comfortable feel, and its aura is also perfectly suited to the role.

A 28-year-old girl is in the prime of her life.

Zhou Mingyuan focused his mind, carefully holding her stockinged feet with one hand, and gently removing her delicate nude low-heeled shoes with the other.

It must be said that Shen Yunrong has beautiful feet.

With elegant arches and rounded toes, the 25D stockings, while not as thin as cicada wings, are still the epitome of a hazy, alluring look for winter.

One more layer won't make a difference, and one less layer won't make a difference either.

The man restrained his lustful thoughts of tearing open the 25D dress, quickly helped her change into slippers, and subconsciously lowered his breathing.

"I'll get you some water."

After changing her shoes, Zhou Mingyuan helped her up again. Shen Yunrong put her arm around his shoulder, and with his support, they swayed and walked into the living room.

Eileen Chang wrote in "Love in a Fallen City": "Your temperament reflects the paths you've walked, the books you've read, and the people you've loved."

In fact, a living room also has its own style.

The layout of Teacher Shen's living room immediately exudes a strong scholarly atmosphere.

An entire wall of light-colored wooden bookshelves is crammed with books, most of which are heavy volumes on literature, history, philosophy, and even sociology, silently testifying to the owner's former extensive knowledge.

In the glass cabinet in front of the bookshelf, there were even a few small items that subtly alluded to her former identity.

A small statue of the goddess of justice, and a model of a gavel.

However, alongside the vividly detailed "past" is the even more interesting "present."

Next to the knitted blanket casually draped over the sofa, there was a laptop computer hanging up.

The interface clearly shows their own data backend.

On the coffee table, besides a white mug and a few educational journals, there are also several personal printed and bound books scattered around.

Looking around, most of the content is related to data analysis and traffic management.

The open notebook contained a Montblanc pen and was filled with various live streaming data, user profile analyses, and optimization plans.

interesting.

Looking at everything in front of him, Zhou Mingyuan couldn't help but smile.

This interweaving of past and present, this coexistence of rational order and drunken chaos, is interspersed with her consistent work habits.

Between change and constancy, a strong and strange tension is formed.

He placed Shen Yunrong in the center of the sofa.

"Um"

The fabric sofa easily supported her weight, and Shen Yunrong comfortably squinted her eyes, her body instinctively seeking a more comfortable position, and slumped to one side.

Her skirt rolled up uncontrollably again, revealing her smooth, fair skin on her thighs, which was bathed in the warm light of the living room.

It's so bright and dazzling.

Zhou Mingyuan felt his throat was a little dry.

He reached out and grabbed the gray-blue blanket, flicked his wrist, and spread it out, covering her thighs and calves completely, concealing her alluring figure.

want.

Want to cover up.

"I want to drink water."

Shen Yunrong was mumbling incoherently again, in a tone unlike any she had ever heard before, which sounded somewhat dependent.

"Come here."

Zhou Mingyuan stood up and walked towards the open kitchen.

The countertop was so clean it reflected light, and the kettle quickly came into view.

He picked up the kettle, filled it with water, and pressed the switch.

While waiting for the water to boil, his gaze involuntarily fell on the refrigerator door.

There were all sorts of sticky notes pasted there, written in Shen Yunrong's neat and powerful handwriting.

The content, however, is not unfamiliar.

"10:00 AM: Review the data with the campaign team"

"Observe the fluctuations in Nono's new video every two hours."

"Natural Traffic Source Analysis"

However, among these contemporary sticky notes, the topmost old piece of paper is mixed in, with the writing on it still faintly discernible.

"Outline for interviews with the class monitor of Law Class 1, and list of students from impoverished families."

Zhou Mingyuan looked at the note, a complex expression on his face.

It seems that when Professor Shen sat in this living room and made the decision to leave the ivory tower, he was far from being as nonchalant as he appeared on the surface.

The sound of the boiling water whistle interrupted his thoughts.

He mixed a cup of warm water, and only brought it back to the living room after he felt the temperature was just right.

Helping Shen Yunrong up to drink water became yet another challenge.

Her body was so limp that she had no support and was almost entirely leaning against his arm.

So Zhou Mingyuan had no choice but to squat down and help.

With my arms around her back, I could clearly feel the amazing elasticity of her waist and armpits.

"Come~"

"The temperature is just right."

She sipped slowly, her throat moving slightly, a few drops of water clinging to the corners of her lips, sliding down her defined jawline, across her neck, and finally disappearing into her collar.

A water stain remains on the light apricot fabric, subtly outlining the undulating curves below.

After gulping down most of a glass of water, Shen Yunrong seemed to gain a brief moment of clarity.

Immediately.

My hazy eyes began to focus, my eyelashes fluttered, and I could finally see the face so close to mine.

"Zhou Mingyuan?"

Shen Yunrong's voice was full of emotional fluctuations and confusion.

What are you doing in my house?

"You were drunk when you had dinner with Dai Ying and the others tonight."

Zhou Mingyuan slowed his speech and explained patiently, his arm still firmly around her, not letting go immediately.

"What, you really blacked out in such a short time?"

"You don't even remember this?"

"Don't try to be a hero if you're not capable. If I weren't the boss, who would be so kind to you?"

"I'm willing to see this through to the end."

The man spread his hands and smiled as he met Shen Yunrong's gaze.

(End of this chapter)