Can following the rules be called rebirth?

Chapter 309, Section 307: Leave it to me today.

"Are you really not coming to Hangzhou with me?"

The night was deep, enveloping the Jiangnan homeland in tranquility.

In Teacher Shen's two-bedroom apartment, warm-colored floor lamps cast a halo of light in the corners, creating a welcoming atmosphere.

"No way"

"My interview is coming up soon, so I've enrolled in a full-time tutoring program. I still need to do some preparation."

Shen Yunrong pondered for a few seconds, then shook her head and said seriously.

The man had already extended an invitation during the meal.

Do you need to prepare anything else?

Zhou Mingyuan bent down, easily found his own gray oversized slippers near the shoe cabinet, hooked one arm around Shen Yunrong's shoulder for support, and quickly changed into them, not forgetting to tease her with a smile.

"Our teacher Shen has such a figure, such a face, such poise, and such expressive ability."

"If I were the interviewer, I would give him a 90 without even looking at him."

".rhetoric."

Shen Yunrong's beautiful eyes darted around, and she gave the man a generous, unabashedly disdainful look before naturally taking his coat and hanging it on a clothes rack not far away.

She was incredibly gentle.

"He Min and Nuonuo are with you on this business trip, why do you still have to find an excuse to drag me along?"

"Even a fool can see what your purpose is."

"Forget it, forget it."

The older sister tonight was completely different from the decisive and impeccably made-up older sister she usually is.

Ever since that lavish dinner on Jianghan Road, her words and actions in the private room have taken on an unprecedented allure.

Not to mention now.

Shen Yunrong's movements were unhurried, and with a slight sway of her waist, she seemed to exude a mature charm.

Take off your shoes, turn on the light, pour water, and serve the fruit platter.

She took off her fine cashmere coat and casually draped it over the armrest of the living room sofa, as if making a silent declaration.

From social occasions to private spaces, the distance between the two had long since melted away in the evening breeze.

Zhou Mingyuan could clearly feel that something dormant within the older woman beside him was awakening.

When they enrolled, the two were still a teacher and student with a great deal of distance between them.

After leaving their jobs, the two resumed their hierarchical superior-subordinate relationship.

but
What now?
After completing the handover of her work, Shen Yunrong felt completely relaxed and had laughed countless times that night.

She looked so happy.

"Rongrong, you look a little different today."

Zhou Mingyuan crossed his arms and leaned back on the large, soft sofa, picking up his cup and taking a sip of the freshly brewed pre-Qingming Longjing tea.

Lawyers naturally wouldn't miss a single detail.

He had already noticed during the meal that Shen Yunrong's eyebrows and eyes were shrouded in a soft and charming aura that was different from usual, which made him lose his attention several times.

"What's the difference?"

Shen Yunrong sat down next to the man, picked up a small piece of fruit with a fork, and fed it to Zhou Mingyuan.

"The makeup has changed? No, it's not that either."

Zhou Mingyuan sat down on the inside of the sofa, his lower leg resting directly on Shen Yunrong's plump thigh.

It's not makeup.

It's not a hairstyle either.

Shen Yunrong's changes were the result of gradual accumulation.

It is in a man's nature and genes to desire youthful bodies.

However, as people reach a certain age and gain more experience and knowledge, their tastes often become more diverse, and they can appreciate the mature charm that comes with age and status.

Take Shen Yunrong, for example, right now.

Shedding the sharp armor of the workplace, she reveals a gentle and obedient older sister, and in this change of identity, a subtle sense of taboo arises.

Coupled with her inherent elegance, this creates an attraction that is far more captivating than mere physical beauty.

That's what you call charm.

The charm of an eighteen-year-old girl can never be imitated.

"Don't touch me! I haven't changed my clothes yet. Open your mouth!"

Shen Yunrong spoke in a sweet voice, casually turning on the TV and continuing to feed Zhou Mingyuan fruit. Her fair wrist twirled as she fed him, her skin appearing exceptionally white in the light.

Compared to Du Jianuo, a dance student who trains all day long, Shen Yunrong's hands and feet are simply a treasure.

As early as the first day of school registration, Zhou Mingyuan had already noticed a detail.

With her back to the students, she wrote their names on the blackboard with her right hand.

Absolutely stunning.

Her body was well-proportioned, fair and long, and her nails were neatly trimmed with a healthy sheen.

Shen Yunrong didn't choose an exaggerated, bling-bling type of nail art; she opted for a simple nude color. Her pale white fingertips seemed to possess a magnetic charm, captivating all who beheld them.

What's wrong?

At this moment, those delicate hands, which could be described as works of art, were automatically closing together, pushing Zhou Mingyuan aside.

"I'm going to change my clothes first."

Avoiding the man's inappropriate movements, Shen Yunrong slightly raised her arm, her posture incredibly graceful, and removed the pearl hairpin that was fixed behind her neck.

It's quite strange, actually.

In just one day, Ms. Shen quietly changed her look several times.

When she worked at Jieyou Media, she still had a sophisticated look with her hair half-down.

But just after dinner, Shen Yunrong went to the restroom again and flung her beautiful hair high once more.

Upon returning to her home in Jiangnan, the stay-at-home older sister transformed once again.

She lowered her head, tossed her chin slightly, and her thick, seaweed-like hair instantly lost its restraint, cascading down like fine black silk, flowing over her shoulders and back.

Her long, slender neck, delicate earlobes, and sharp, capable demeanor had all vanished.

Her hair, cascading like clouds, accentuated Shen Yunrong's already delicate face, making her even more beautiful and charming.

It has to be admitted that the longer Shen Yunrong spends with Zhou Mingyuan, the more she resolves her inner conflicts.

Identity, airs, values, and even everything that was once upheld and adhered to.
Those intense, instinctive desires, latent longings, and yearning for intimacy that she had deliberately suppressed were like seeds nourished by spring rain, gradually sprouting from the soil.

It radiates irresistibly from every corner of her body, from every glance in her eyes.

This radiant transformation, both inside and out, is one of the topics that people often discuss.

Don't you guys think that Ms. Shen seems to have gotten more and more beautiful compared to before?

[There's no such thing as Teacher Shen anymore; call her Sister Yun.]

That's right!

The last small piece of pomelo was fed to Zhou Mingyuan.

Shen Yunrong stood up, wearing only a close-fitting cashmere sweater on her upper body.

The soft material looks like common cashmere fabric, but it is actually extremely thin and elastic.

The shoulder design is simple and clean, without any unnecessary embellishments.

The neckline is a classic V-neck design, which is quite ordinary for most people and can hardly be called sexy.

But she's different. Thanks to her naturally superior figure, Shen Yunrong can easily create a dazzling expanse of snow-white skin.

And the faintly visible beginnings of the deep, thought-provoking ravines.

Two full and upright peaks, cleverly accentuated by the tailored lines, stand proudly, forming a stunning arc.

She twisted her wrist and took off the small cashmere sweater.

The sight goes down.

A smooth, sharp diagonal line rapidly converges, perfectly showcasing her incredibly slender waist.

Only a single button, matching the color of her clothes, adorned her flat stomach.

This seemingly insignificant detail perfectly showcases the ideal proportions of the bust and waist.

The lower body is made of straight-leg trousers in the same color scheme, which, from a distance, almost blends in with the cashmere sweater on top.

If the cut of the upper body represents the ultimate minimalist style, almost abandoning all complicated accessories and patterns, relying entirely on the wearer's own exquisite body curves to show sexiness and aura, then...

These trousers, in particular, embody the concept of "simplicity equals sophistication" to its fullest extent.

It hugs the hips, cinches the waist, and has a straight silhouette like an assembly line, forming an elegant spindle shape, with no other superfluous embellishments.

Only men with discerning taste and a certain level of experience can appreciate the perfect waist, full and perky hips, and straight and long legs of a mature woman through these extremely simple lines and subtle proportions.

That's right.

This seemingly simple outfit looks so elegant on her because it was a custom-made piece personally given to her by Zhou Mingyuan.

Speaking of which, the salary was controlled on the spot by Jieyou Media.
It wasn't very high.

Compared to Shen Yunrong's working hours, work attitude, and contributions, her salary is far from high.

Although Zhou Mingyuan offered Ms. Shen a director position and a salary of 20,000 yuan in an attempt to retain her, she refused to accept them.

One yard owned by a yard.

Even when she truly lets loose, Shen Yunrong still retains a bit of the air of a teacher-student.

Take his money
No.

How can I charge him more money?

Therefore, Zhou Mingyuan, who was adept at handling interpersonal relationships, would not persist in these trivial matters.

He could only find a pretext and arranged for his assistant, He Min, to hire a high-end tailor who catered to celebrities to make several sets of handmade clothes for Shen Yunrong.

I can forgo a high salary, but surely I can't be stingy with a few sets of clothes that represent the company's image?
then.

Shen Yunrong initially accepted the well-fitting formal shirt with some hesitation.

This was followed by matching uniforms, suits, and various colored stockings to match these outfits.
The neatly pressed trousers were slowly pulled down, revealing two beautiful legs that were crossed and rested on the edge of the sofa, thus displaying themselves to Zhou Mingyuan.

The older sister wasn't wearing stockings.

Yet every inch of her skin seemed to glow, radiating the unique, moisturized charm of a mature woman.

Her perfectly shaped legs are certainly not solely due to postnatal care.

Talent accounts for at least 77%.

The lines are delicate and soft, with a natural and smooth transition from the thigh to the calf. Even the bend at the knee has a unique variation in line.

What's most amazing is that, at the age of twenty-eight, her two plump and well-proportioned thighs could fit together perfectly.

It was so smooth that not a single ray of light could pass through.

"Rongrong, don't rush to put on your pajamas."

Zhou Mingyuan's Adam's apple bobbed, and he felt his throat was dry and tight.

He stretched out his calf and gently touched Shen Yunrong's arm with his toe.

"Come sit here first, let me hug you."

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Shen Yunrong raised her chin upon hearing the sound.

Her bright, clear eyes shimmered with light, and a smile played on her lips. Her tone held a hint of shyness at being interrupted, along with a coquettish desire.

Of course she knew what Zhou Mingyuan wanted to do.

She knew it.

The boundaries between the two were gradually broken and reshaped through repeated testing and tacit consent.

Gradually peel away the calm and self-possessed exterior to reveal the hidden passion and desire within.

Both sides put in a lot of effort during this process.

Shen Yunrong did not immediately respond to the man's request. Instead, she turned around and slowly drank a large gulp of warm water from the cup that had been prepared on the coffee table.

The water slid over his throat, and his slender neck arched back in an arc.

It's a simple movement, yet it exudes a myriad of mystique.

She put down her water glass, gently wiped away non-existent water stains from the corners of her lips with her fingertips, then turned around and looked directly at Zhou Mingyuan, her gaze radiating tension.

Shen Yunrong did not sit down as instructed. Instead, she leaned over again, closing the distance between them. Her warm breath brushed against the man's chin.

"I think it's not me who's in a hurry, it's you who's in a hurry, isn't it?"

She deliberately dragged out the last syllable of her words, letting them melt into the suddenly warming air.

She smiled but didn't say a word.

She simply rolled up her wrist and elegantly and capriciously tossed aside the nightgown she had prepared.

At this moment, all she was wearing was a set of pure white lace lingerie.

An outrageous posture, an outrageous identity, an outrageous state.

But such outrageous behavior, when placed on Shen Yunrong now, is like a petite new wife at home, showing the same intimacy and casualness to her husband with laughter and giggles.

Like a warm spring breeze, it suddenly filled the winter room.

The dazzling, snow-white skin, concealed by the close-fitting fabric, was even more alluring than nakedness.

Everything was presented to the man.

Zhou Mingyuan was indeed fooled by this, and didn't respond, staring blankly.

No one can resist the visual impact of this moment, right?
Shen Yunrong has always been very confident in her figure, especially the effect when she is covered up.

Men love this, whether they are young boys or old men, no matter how much experience they have.

Look, look, secretly look, look hard, look openly.
The tassel pattern alone, which I carefully selected, is enough to keep me admiring it.

Shen Yunrong smiled gently, opened her arms and leaned in, whispering softly in Zhou Mingyuan's ear.

"Sit here and don't move."

"what?"

Watching his older sister's inverted movements, Zhou Mingyuan couldn't help but feel playful, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Go get me some oranges?"

"what!"

Shen Yunrong was naturally familiar with this tired joke. She covered her mouth and giggled for a few seconds before pursing her lips again and looking up at the man shyly.

Then, she hooked her arms around Zhou Mingyuan's ear and breathed softly into his ear.

"Don't move."

"How about I take care of everything today?"

As soon as she finished speaking, without waiting for Zhou Mingyuan's consent, she grabbed his neck and kissed his lips.

Immediately afterwards, Shen Yunrong bent her knees, lowered her head, and let her beautiful hair cascade down like a waterfall.

She knelt down like that.

(End of this chapter)