Can following the rules be called rebirth?

Chapter 257, Section 255: Washing Hands and Cooking for You

The morning light never forcefully pierces the darkness of night.

It seeped over the skyline of Jiangcheng in an almost gentle way, and then flowed into a bedroom in Building 6 of Jiangnan Jiayuan.

First, it brightened the edges of the curtains, then cast dappled light and shadow on the floor, and finally, it carefully climbed onto the messy bed.

Life may change, but our biological clock will remain the same.

Shen Yunrong's biological clock has always been precise.

Even after experiencing intoxication and unprecedented release, she still yawned and reluctantly opened her eyes a crack at her usual wake-up time.

The first sensations to flood the senses are the unfamiliar weight and temperature.

So strange.

A strong arm, with an undeniable possessive posture, lay across her waist, pressing down heavily, and a burning heat emanated from where their skin touched.

Next, the aroma lingered at the tip of my nose.

The scent was a mixture of masculine aroma, a faint smell of sweat, the lingering fragrance of shower gel, and some other strange smell.

The unique feeling of languor and sweetness after exercise.

The smell instantly woke Shen Yunrong up.

All the scenes from last night came flooding back to my memory.

The deep blue starlight outside the window, the black and white figures intertwined on the towel blanket—it's all irresistible.
It crashed into her mind like ocean waves.

Oh my god
What did I do?!

Shen Yunrong took a deep breath and pressed her temples to calm herself down, but she felt neither regret nor panic.

Instead, there is a sense of fulfillment and satisfaction that permeates to the very core of one's being.

It was as if a string that had been stretched to its limit for a long time had finally relaxed in an instant.

Then, she turned her head to the side.

Sure enough, the culprit is still asleep.

The man was quiet with his eyes closed, his eyelashes were long, his nose was high and straight, and his lips looked much softer because he was relaxed.

He was sleeping soundly, breathing evenly, with an almost childlike innocence.

The morning light outlined the contours of his profile, revealing a rare serenity and handsomeness.

Shen Yunrong quietly looked at his profile, her feelings complex, like a spilled palette.

For most of her life, she has been on the right track for the past 28 years.

She is Shen Yunrong, a dignified and proper member of the Youth League Committee at Nanhu University, a counselor for Class 1 of the Law Department, and a socialite who is always at ease in social situations but maintains a respectful distance.

She is used to being in control, used to planning, and used to wrapping herself in layers of armor.

She never imagined that one day she would wake up in the arms of a man who was ten years younger than her.

In this way.
A completely out-of-control yet thoroughly unrestrained approach.

Life is short, but happiness is long.

His somber words from last night seem to echo in my ears again.

Are you happy?
Yes.

She couldn't deceive herself.

It was a kind of savage pleasure, free from all constraints, purely physiological and sensory.

It was a complete rebellion and revelry of her long-suppressed body and soul.

It's really cool.

That's fucking awesome!
Eighteen-year-olds are full of energy.

A man is sixty once he turns twenty-five.

Shen Yunrong had seen these lewd words in the comments section more than once while surfing the internet.

Although she had never experienced it, she often scoffed at it.

How prosperous can it be?

real or fake?

The end of the paper is so shallow that I know that this matter must be carried out.

She was only truly convinced after Zhou Mingyuan completely opened the door to a new world for her.

The other person, who is eighteen years old, possesses some kind of superpower.

Amazing superpowers that allow people to forget all principles and concerns, and to let loose and scream to their heart's content.

A barely perceptible blush crept onto her cheeks.

She carefully shrugged her shoulders, trying to move the arm that was across her waist.

The temperature of his skin when my fingertips touched it was so hot.

Shen Yunrong involuntarily shrank back, but then paused for a moment as if possessed, feeling the man's steady pulse and heartbeat.

Ding.

Just as she hesitated, her phone screen suddenly lit up on the bedside table.

It's a text message notification that a bank has deposited money into your account.

She instinctively reached for her phone and unlocked it with her fingerprint.

When a long string of numbers clearly came into view, Shen Yunrong's breath hitched, and her pupils contracted slightly.

I go!

She blinked incredulously, even wondering if she was hallucinating from a hangover and exhaustion.

She carefully counted the number of digits.

Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousand!

Where did the 30,000 yuan come from?

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be from the company account of Jieyou Media, and the title was "bonus".

What Zhou Mingyuan said last night was actually true?!
And
So fast, and so much money?
Is the work I did really worth 30,000 yuan?
This amount of money far exceeded any reward she had expected for her temporary help.

It was a simple, brutal, and highly impactful way of recognizing values ​​that she could not have imagined when she was within the system.

Divide the money.

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Looking at the man's sleeping face, Shen Yunrong felt an urge to wake him up, but hesitated after thinking about it.

The tangible financial shock and the ultimate physical pleasure experienced last night—two completely different yet equally intense stimuli—intertwined, leaving one feeling unsettled.

A sense of utter absurd dislocation arose spontaneously.

Overnight, it was as if everything had been reshuffled from the inside out.

My body was opened up, and I had an unprecedented experience.

An unexpected sum of money also appeared in the wealth account.

All of this stems from Zhou Mingyuan, who is by my side.

She held her phone, her fingertips tracing patterns on the screen.

Her gaze fell on the man's face again, her feelings incredibly complicated.

Shen Yunrong found it difficult to describe her current feelings with a single word.

Are you happy making money?
I was happy, but not 100% happy.

Ultimately, a teacher for a day is a teacher for life.
Even if there are a thousand reasons and justifications for taking his money, there is still a strange feeling in my heart.

He always seems to be able to accurately grasp what people desire deepest in their hearts.

Whether it's physical or material, they give generously, making it irresistible and even fostering dependence.

Shen Yunrong took a deep breath, trying her best to suppress her turbulent emotions, and with extremely gentle movements, finally removed his arm from her body.

Zhou Mingyuan mumbled something unconsciously in his sleep, turned over, and didn't wake up.

Shen Yunrong tiptoed onto the cool floor and pulled a champagne-colored nightgown from the wardrobe.

The conservative pajamas from last night now lie crumpled in the corner, silently telling the story of what happened.

She put on her bathrobe, tied the belt, glanced back at the sleeping man on the bed one last time, and then quietly left the bedroom, closing the door behind her.

Upon entering the kitchen, Shen Yunrong opened the refrigerator.

Fortunately, it's been more than a week since I returned to Jiangcheng, and I have all the ingredients I need.

Eggs, milk, toast, a few slices of ham, and some fruit.

She took out the necessary ingredients and prepared breakfast.

"hiss"

Between movements, there was a slight soreness in my body, and I would occasionally furrow my brow. It was a bittersweet experience.

She skillfully cracked the eggs, added a little milk and salt, and stirred until well combined.

Heat a frying pan, add a small piece of butter, and watch it slowly melt, releasing a rich milky aroma.

The egg mixture was poured into the pan with a soft sizzling sound. Shen Yunrong held the spatula and gently pushed it, watching the egg mixture slowly solidify into a smooth, golden yellow.

On the other side, toast popped out of the toaster, and ham slices were lightly fried in another small pan, their edges curling up.

She focused intently on her work, the morning light streaming through the kitchen window and illuminating her gentle profile.

Her hair, styled in a bun, was slightly loose, with a few strands falling around her neck. The collar of her robe was slightly open, revealing a hint of ambiguous red marks below her collarbone.

This scene is full of life.

On the third day, he went into the kitchen, washed his hands, and prepared soup.

The poem came out of nowhere, and even she found it somewhat amusing.

Wake up, Shen Yunrong!

It's just cooking a meal for a man, don't overthink it.

Just as she was placing the fried sunny-side-up egg and ham on the toasted bread, she heard light footsteps behind her.

Zhou Mingyuan woke up.

He leaned against the kitchen door frame, wearing only a pair of trousers he had worn yesterday, the waistband hanging loosely on his body, revealing his firm abs and V-line.

He had clearly just washed his face with cold water; his hair was still damp, a few strands of hair fell across his forehead, and his eyes held the look of someone who had just woken up as he observed the busy scene in the kitchen with great interest.

Good morning, Rongrong.

His voice was incredibly magnetic, penetrating Shen Yunrong's ears and sending a slight shiver down her spine.

Not polite!
Kids are so rude!

What are you calling me?

So she didn't turn around immediately, but paused for a moment before continuing to place the cut fruit on the plate.

"Ah."

The older sister responded, trying to keep her voice steady.

“It smells so good~~~”

Zhou Mingyuan stepped into the kitchen, naturally wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, and affectionately rested his chin in the crook of her neck, taking a deep breath.

The man sighed.

I don't know if they were talking about the aroma of the food or the smell on her.

His body heat emanated through the thin robe, his chest pressed against her back, the muscle definition in his arms dizzying.

The memory of the indulgence in the darkness last night overlapped with the real touch under the morning light, causing Shen Yunrong to blush instantly.

"What delicious food did you make?"

Zhou Mingyuan seemed oblivious to her stiffness, turning his head so that his lips almost touched her earlobe.

"I never knew Teacher Shen had this skill."

"Just make something simple, it'll do."

Shen Yunrong was a little afraid to look at him.

Trying to make her tone sound normal, she shrugged her shoulders, attempting to break free from his embrace.

"Go wait at the dining table, it'll be ready soon."

Zhou Mingyuan remained motionless, instead tightening his arms and chuckling softly.

"Don't send me away, it's quite interesting to watch you cook."

The man's gaze fell on her slightly reddened ears, his tone teasing.

"Besides, you worked so hard last night, you need to replenish your energy, right?"

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These words acted like a fire extinguisher, instantly igniting the heat on Shen Yunrong's face.

She turned her head and glared at him. Her usually cold and rational eyes were now glistening with tears, filled with embarrassment and annoyance, and possessed a unique charm.

"Zhou Mingyuan! Shut up!"

Seeing her unusually shy expression, Zhou Mingyuan couldn't help but laugh.

"Okay, okay, I shut up."

But the arm around her still didn't loosen.

"By the way, the company transferred money to me this morning, did you know?"

Shen Yunrong didn't insist and quickly asked.

"Oh? The money has arrived?"

He spoke casually, as if he were talking about something trivial.

"They gave too much."

"I only helped out temporarily."

Shen Yunrong lowered her eyes and said softly.

"help?"

Zhou Mingyuan raised an eyebrow, released her, turned around, leaned against the table, and spoke seriously.

"You're underestimating the value of stage management."

"Dai Ying was able to give 25% because she saw that the value of Jieyou could bring far exceeded 25%."

“I even think that if we earn 17 yuan and only give you 3 yuan, it's a bit conservative.”

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Shen Yunrong did not respond.

She knew that with a 15% cut, Jieyou Media could get a little over 100,000 yuan.

However, after the contract was amended and the company's share reached 25%, Jieyou Media received a commission of up to 175818 yuan.

Besides Du Jianuo's share, there's also the hard work of other departments.
Is 30,000 yuan a lot or a little for me?
Zhou Mingyuan quickly answered the question in her mind.

"Don't overthink it, you deserve it."

He reached out and tapped Shen Yunrong's shoulder.

"Your hard work, meticulousness, responsibility, and the results you've achieved are all worth this price, or even more."

"In my country, it's only right to work and get paid. No amount of empty promises can compare to real money."

"So, now do you feel like working with me has a promising future?"

Zhou Mingyuan smiled brightly, his expression radiating undisguised confidence.

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Shen Yunrong looked at him, and for a moment she didn't know how to respond.

He always does this, breaking her established cognitive framework in the most direct and even rude way.

The system of seniority-based promotion, excessive caution, and disproportionate rewards within the system simply doesn't work for him.

Zhou Mingyuan has a naked yet highly attractive value exchange system.

Recognize personal value and generously reward individuals with commensurate or even excessive returns.

This directness is truly awe-inspiring.

She lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering, concealing the turmoil in her heart.

"Okay, then I'll keep it."

She picked up the spatula, scooped the last bit of scrambled eggs onto a plate, and calmed her tone.

"Go wash up first, breakfast is getting cold."

"Ok."

Zhou Mingyuan looked at her ears, which were flushed despite her attempt to remain calm, and knew that she needed time to process this. He didn't press her and nodded with a smile.

Hearing the sound of water coming from the bathroom, Shen Yunrong finally breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed.

She placed two carefully prepared breakfasts on the dining table, the light falling perfectly on the center of the plates, and the bread emitting an enticing aroma.

The moment the window opened, Shen Yunrong couldn't help but think of Wang Jian's "The New Bride" again.

The sun is just right, the breeze is not dry.

I wash my hands and cook for you.

(End of this chapter)