Can following the rules be called rebirth?

Chapter 256, Section 254: Gathering Clouds in Jiangnan (3)

It's almost midnight now.

The night stars in the sky above Jiangcheng blend with the sky blue reflected in the pond of the Jiangnan Jiayuan residential community, creating an even more romantic deep blue.

In a room in Building 6, a large, thick, multi-person towel blanket was draped over the side of the bed, with a small section hanging in the air and swaying back and forth.

On the towel blanket, two shadows, one black and one white, exuded fragrance in the night, overlapping and intertwining.

Shen Yunrong had already sobered up considerably.

The conservative pajamas I painstakingly bought with help have long been thrown away somewhere unknown.

The remaining fabric on the body was Simone Perele, a deep red glossy satin, a genuine French brand. In fact, there were only two small pieces of fabric, each one meticulously woven down to the finest detail.

The bra features a unique crisscross strap design and an ultra-low waist.

It exudes luxury, fashion, and sexiness, while the crisscross straps and side loops subtly hint at a touch of allure and maturity.

Even if a little girl buys the same style, she'll probably just be putting on a show and won't be able to pull it off.

"Rongrong~~~~"

Zhou Mingyuan leaned closer, his magnetic voice ringing in my ear.

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At some point, Shen Yunrong secretly styled her long hair back into a bun shape for convenience.

Her hair was loosely tied with a headband, the ends of which were gathered together and looked slightly damp.

In fact, Freud's words were not without merit.

She had indeed restrained herself for far too long, so long that she herself had lost track of time.

It was just a simple kiss.

That's it.

However, an irreversible flush had already appeared on the edges of her cheeks.

Along with her entire body, the line extended from the edge of her cheek all the way down her slender neck.

Going against the current.

Her soft yet alluring fullness, at the golden age of twenty-eight, was captivating.

In fact, most of the time, even through various uniform skirts or cheongsams, many people can discover her impressive assets.

However, Shen Yunrong rarely had the opportunity to show off or flaunt her talents.

"Rongrong, do you like it when I kiss you?"

Zhou Mingyuan reached down and wrapped his arms around Shen Yunrong's waist, creating a little space for her.

Her waist swayed slowly, and on her flat, smooth abdomen, sweat turned into glistening beads that rolled down her body along the lines and texture.

Like dewdrops, they lost their way after tasting the deliciousness of her skin.

too hot.

It's just too hot.

Even before she was taken home, Shen Yunrong was already sweating profusely due to her intoxication.

In addition, an uninvited guest arrived at the house, who kept her chatting about everything under the sun, discussing issues with her, and taking her to experience things she had never seen before.

Alcohol, emotions, reactions—a million elements combine and come together.

Despite the howling north wind of a winter night, a small red clay stove unexpectedly appeared indoors, causing people to sweat profusely.

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Shen Yunrong narrowed her eyes and didn't say a word.

And this design looks even more beautiful on Shen Yunrong's amazing figure.

That is, the elastic design of the front and back sway of the fabric is slightly different.

Any man who sees this scene will feel dizzy and have some absurd daydreams, imagining scenery beyond the mortal realm.

Perhaps only at this moment do Shen Yunrong's legs truly reveal their charm.

Tense, intertwined, coiled together.

The older sister was held in someone's arms, and her skin trembled slightly as she was held in their arms.

Her legs had long since begun to twist and rub involuntarily.

"Can you please stop asking?"

Two naked jade feet can speak.

Slender, delicate, and charming, yet at this moment, both feet were tense, stretching the arches to their limit.

Even just seeing the power that burst forth in that instant, one can almost hear Shen Yunrong's soft singing, a culmination of 28 years of suppressed emotions.

Shen Yunrong, a former member of the Youth League Committee at Nanhu University, was known for her dignified and elegant demeanor, always dressed in a well-fitting suit and with her hair piled high.

She is young and promising; she is a high-achieving woman within the system.

At Jieyou Media, people can also see Shen Yunrong in the company. She is decisive and meticulous, and her white-collar outfit occasionally reveals a hint of brilliance.

She has a bright future; she is the data queen of the company.

People can also see Shen Yunrong in various social occasions and in different states.

She can style her hair in the traditional straight style, or she can get a trendy perm.

Her styles vary, yet they all share a common beauty.

However, at this moment, Shen Yunrong, with her slightly tipsy state, her snow-white skin, the dew rolling all over her body, and the swelling blood beneath her skin, seemed to be able to fully express the true charm and splendor of a woman.

What kind of audience would have the opportunity to appreciate a scene that makes even Nanhu pale in comparison?

Perhaps, only at this moment.

Only Zhou Mingyuan gently embraced her body.

It is a privilege to have such a unique opportunity to appreciate this.

So he stopped wasting time and pressed forward.

A young man listens to the rain in a pavilion, where red candles dimly illuminate the silk curtains.

For some reason, the moment Zhou Mingyuan helped Shen Yunrong free herself from her restraints, Jiang Jie's poem "Yu Meiren" involuntarily popped into his mind.

It perfectly reflects his current state of mind.

In fact, her reaction was not as intense as that of someone who had been deprived of sex for a long time.

From the moment fine beads of sweat began to seep from her skin, Shen Yunrong did not utter a single complete word. She even forcibly suppressed the faint sounds driven by instinct.

Of course, this reaction was exactly what Zhou Mingyuan had expected.

After all, it's her first time being intimate with a man, so it's understandable that she has mixed feelings and can't let go of herself.

So he didn't say much.

He simply held her in his arms with just the right amount of force, neither too tight nor too distant.

Every movement was extremely gentle, as if handling a fragile treasure.

Shen Yunrong has a full and graceful figure, and every curve of her body exudes a mature charm. In comparison, she is a completely different type from Du Jianuo.

So, in terms of feel alone, Nono has less elasticity.

He held this gentle, jade-like older sister in his arms, stroking her hands incessantly.

When he calmly demonstrated everything to Shen Yunrong, he finally became certain of his superpowers since his rebirth. Super, super, superpowers!
That's awesome!

Top-notch performance, boundless energy, impeccable.

Even if Shen Yunrong didn't cooperate as expected, Zhou Mingyuan naturally didn't believe that she could still hold onto her original bottom line after experiencing this.

nonexistent.

"How about it?"

Zhou Mingyuan's deep voice rang in my ears.

Shen Yunrong leaned against him, her face flushed.

The indoor air softened, and warm-toned lights swirled around sweaty skin.

The man's gaze swept over her trembling eyelashes, landed on her slightly pursed lips, and on the small teeth marks she had left behind.

"I"

After a pause of more than ten seconds, Shen Yunrong finally moved slightly.

She let out a long sigh, no longer as stiff as before, and nestled in his arms in an almost dependent manner.

She finally spoke, her voice slightly hoarse.

"I don't know either"

These words seemed to have exhausted all her courage; after saying them, she buried her face in the man's neck again.

"Like it?"

With his palm gently stroking his back, Zhou Mingyuan felt the subtle tremors of his spine beneath his hand.

"Can you please stop asking?"

Shen Yunrong gritted her teeth and turned her head away.

The moonlight outside the window quietly climbed into the sky, and the room, without any lights on, was bathed in a layer of silvery light.

The distant sounds of city noise drifted in, as if from another world.

In the small space where only the two of them were, their breaths mingled and their heartbeats harmonized.

Life is short.

Zhou Mingyuan leaned close to her ear and whispered, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe.

"Happiness lasts a long time."

Shen Yunrong's body trembled slightly, and her pair of watery eyes blinked back and forth.

“For example, when Jieyou Media was just a storefront, it had big internet celebrities like Nuonuo sign with it, and Dai Ying, who is clearly so shrewd, was willing to give a 25% ceiling-level commission.”

Her long eyelashes fluttered as she concluded.

"You..."

"It seems like they were born with the ability to see through people's hearts and how to make people willingly believe in you and follow you."

"I don't know how to put it, but in short, they're very good at brainwashing."

Shen Yunrong pursed her lips and furrowed her brows slightly, trying to dig out more precise words from the depths of her consciousness that could better match her feelings at this moment.

Zhou Mingyuan looked at her quietly, his gaze never wavering.

"And what else?"

She finally found a further way to express herself, her tone carrying an incredulous sense of realization.

“You can see the potential for starting a business while you’re in school. Back then, you can get a group of proud and arrogant people to follow your lead and do it willingly.”

"Now he's even more amazing, it's like he's completely honed that talent."

There was inevitably a hint of self-deprecation in these words.

He joked that he might not have fully seen the past, and also joked about his almost innate charm.

But beneath this playful exterior lies a core message: acceptance.

A weighty, post-hoc endorsement.

"Yeah~"

Zhou Mingyuan maintained his smiling posture, leaning against the headboard near her, looking straight at her.

Hearing her painstaking analysis of the situation, the corners of his mouth slowly turned up, revealing a smile.

"So, you've been brainwashed by me too?"

"I do not have."

"Why are you thinking so much if you haven't been brainwashed?"

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Shen Yunrong simply stopped talking.

"It can't really be called brainwashing."

Seeing that the other party didn't say anything, Zhou Mingyuan spoke up on his own.

"In this era, empty talk about ideals and grand promises are useless."

"Anyone can say nice things, but the feeling of unmet expectations is enough to destroy any trust."

"To make people follow you wholeheartedly, personal charm or empty promises are far from enough."

"The most important thing is to make everyone clearly see the path to their ideal and how to take each step."

"Where the risks lie, there are also the opportunities."

"And, most importantly, it's about dividing the money."

The man emphasized his words, his eyes serious.

"We must ensure that everyone can share in the real money. Dreams are important, but we must be down-to-earth in our daily lives."

He leaned forward slightly, closing the distance so she could hear every word more clearly.

"For example, you will see your wallet getting fatter because of this 25% commission."

"I?"

Shen Yunrong never expected this, and her eyes widened instinctively.

"I was just helping out temporarily, what does this money-sharing have to do with me?"

As if she had heard a fairy tale, her voice changed from soft and sweet to clear and crisp.

"You did so much work, of course you deserve a share of the money!"

Zhou Mingyuan was very serious.

"This is not a castle in the air, but a future within reach. Sharing profits is the most solid principle, and it is more convincing than any rousing speech."

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Shen Yunrong hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped.

Within the system, she had developed certain habits.

Doing things is a duty, and getting paid is the priority.
Giving more money is out of the question.

But for Zhou Mingyuan, earning money through one's own abilities seems to be a matter of course.

(End of this chapter)