Can following the rules be called rebirth?

Chapter 326, Section 324: Mastercard Scarf

With her hair tied in a ponytail and her face bare, Shen Yunrong seemed to have returned to the age of eighteen.

That evening, from receiving the unexpected message to getting dressed and leaving the house, the whole process took no more than five minutes.

Even she herself found it hard to believe.

Shen Yunrong, oh Shen Yunrong, it's one thing to be available whenever I call you late at night.
You don't even have time to get ready, you're really doing whatever you want!
She didn't realize it until she looked in the mirror.

No matter what style she dresses up in, she exudes a more alluring charm in every gesture than before.

When a woman receives favor and nurturing, her already outstanding beauty shines even brighter, and when her eyebrows, eyes, lips, teeth, lines, and figure are all graceful and elegant.

Therefore, different styles of dressing and different types of clothing evoke different moods and artistic concepts.

Did God really create woman from man's rib?
Of course, she didn't actually put on any strange clothes.

However, she was here today to accompany Zhou Mingyuan to do some special exercises, so her attire was somewhat unusual.

Wearing a beige denim vest and a gray-white hooded sweatshirt with a few scattered pockets, she bound her graceful figure with a touch of playfulness and compactness.

The imposing mountains were partially obscured by the vest.

Her tight-fitting canvas jeans hugged her long, slender legs and shapely hips, creating a beautiful silhouette that blended voluptuousness and slenderness.

She wore shiny black high-top leather boots from her calves, looking dashing and heroic.

There will be jewelry tonight.

A wide woven denim belt, a small white Ferragamo sun hat, her hair tied into a ponytail with a black rubber band, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on her nose.

Fully equipped.

This scene makes her look like a female college student or a young, energetic girl, whose style of dress is quite different from her usual style.

This occasional style change makes her radiate a unique and alluring charm.

She could sense that Zhou Mingyuan, who accompanied her to exercise, had seen a lot of the world.

But it was obvious that she was also captivated by her own outfit.

This sunny, outdoor sporty style fills me with a feeling of full energy.

A powerful woman, or perhaps, this is who I truly am.

Shen Yunrong, a former mid-level cadre at Nanhu University, truly possesses the most beautiful side.

The finishing touch was that she was leaning slightly forward, facing a standard tournament-grade green velvet pool table.

Her two slender hands were crossed and raised, with her right hand forming a standard hand bridge, her knuckles slightly raised.

With a steady grip on a custom-made golf club in her left hand, her firm yet supple hips and flexible waistline naturally presented a smooth silhouette, encased in well-tailored trousers.

Like a feline poised to pounce, tensing its body instantly before striking.

Stylish outfit, beautiful woman, golf club, figure, charm
This scene creates a picture that is both powerful and beautiful.

"boom--"

"nice shot!"

A crisp, clear impact echoed distinctly in the VIP room, breaking the tranquility.

Shen Yunrong's entire movement, from aiming to pulling back the cue stick and finally striking the ball, was fluid and seamless, with a posture so standard it was almost textbook-perfect.

She sent out the white cue ball with just the right amount of force, and after two bounces, she sent the black eight ball into the far corner pocket.

After winning the first game, she straightened up slightly and simply rubbed the end of the stick against the chocolate powder block next to her a few times.

Then he turned his head, rested the expensive golf club against his leg for a moment, and winked at Zhou Mingyuan, who was not far away.

Her lips unconsciously turned up, revealing a smile that was somewhere between embarrassment and a touch of shyness.

"Wow, that's amazing!"

"Hahahaha, luck, luck."

Shen Yunrong stomped her cue stick, as if she had returned to her college days. She even stuck out her tongue, which was a bit out of character for her age, unable to suppress her smugness.

This is the Galaxy Billiards Club, the highest-standard VIP billiards room.

In fact, billiards in 2015 was still very pure.

Unlike later generations who would casually keep several beautiful girls as companions, this system did not have a broad popular base.

Professional players are even rarer.

This VIP room at Galaxy Hotel was tailor-made to precisely meet the needs of high-end customers.

The room is equipped with British RILEY billiard tables that meet professional tournament standards. The tablecloths are smooth and fine, and the floor is covered with thick, high-grade wool carpets that perfectly absorb footsteps and other noises.

The meticulously designed shadowless lighting system ensures that every corner of the pool table is evenly illuminated without any shadows.

In addition, the absolutely soundproof walls and completely private and undisturbed space make it an excellent place for top elites to conduct important business negotiations, relax, and observe and evaluate their partners on another level.

"No, no, you can't!"

In this extremely relaxed environment, Shen Yunrong also opened up.

Sure enough, Zhou Mingyuan smiled broadly, as if he were a young man on a date praising his goddess, responding to her repeated humble and sweet voice.

"Stop, stop, stop, Teacher Shen, what are you saying?"

"Clearing the table in three shots, that's already at the level of a skilled amateur."

"No wonder when I asked you where you wanted to go, you actually suggested playing pool."

"You're way better than me. Your skills must have come from someone who secretly trained you, right?"

"Hahahaha, you figured it out."

Shen Yunrong giggled.

“When I was a freshman in college, my roommates all joined all sorts of clubs, but I didn’t have any talents and didn’t know what kind of activities to sign up for.”

"I ended up joining the billiards association by accident. I was just happy to join in and practiced a bit."

The older sister had alluring eyes and a sweet, charming voice.

"Also, we're outside, so you're not allowed to call her Teacher Shen anymore!"

"Good good."

Zhou Mingyuan is a typical two-faced person.

They're one way in bed, and another way out of bed.

They act one way when they're out in public, and another way when they're in their private space.

At this moment, he still answered politely, but his expression was all smiles and no seriousness.

"If you shout again, I'll make sure you don't get a single point."

"real or fake!"

Zhou Mingyuan's competitive spirit was aroused: "I want to see how much skill you have, Rongrong."

"Come on, it's your turn to try. Bring it on!"

Shen Yunrong made a "please" gesture.

Zhou Mingyuan rubbed his nose and wiped the cue stick with the small square, then composed himself.

He's a boy who's been playing billiards since he was little, so his proficiency is no problem.

He calibrated his cue, squinting, his body gradually tensing.

Shen Yunrong looked at his posture, and the corners of her mouth involuntarily curled up slightly.

It has to be said that the definition of a man's muscles can be seen even under his clothes. The way he tightens his jaw and looks very serious is quite handsome.

"boom!"

"Haha. It came off the cue! It came off the cue!"

"That's it?"

Shen Yunrong was genuine this time, giggling like a little girl.

In her mind, Zhou Mingyuan was an all-around all-rounder, yet he lost to her in such a small project.

A momentary game, a momentary competitive spirit, a momentary moment of happiness can actually bring joy and a sense of accomplishment.

This made her feel like she was back in her college days, when she could laugh all day over the smallest joys.

In this sport, she was able to beat men, so of course she had the same competitive spirit as her former self.

She raised her arms and shouted, laughing and clapping, her tied ponytail bouncing, as if she were radiating a different kind of pure charm.

She noticed it, but she pretended not to.

The innocent charm she exuded in that instant had already filled Zhou Mingyuan's eyes with a burning passion.

The man seemed to have shifted his attention.

……

He's getting closer? He's getting closer.

How close?
Very close.

For a moment, both of their gazes froze.

Adults understand what that momentary pause means.

Zhou Mingyuan began to massage her, seemingly lost in his own charm. He naturally began to massage her, and as if intoxicated, he wrapped his arms around the older sister's waist.

"Rongrong~"

"what?"

"Um"

Shen Yunrong couldn't help but let out an unconscious whimper, unsure of what to say or do.

"wait a moment!"

"Stop messing around, this isn't a good place."

She wanted to break free.

But in an instant, the feeling of being embraced by a man who truly adored her, the unique scent of his hormones, made her unable to help but let out an instinctive sob.

Zhou Mingyuan's hands were already wrapped around her waist and back.

Following the concave curve of the girl's spine, it slowly descended and climbed up to the area covered by her jeans.

His mouth and nose followed the movement of his hand, naturally, gently, and closely descending to press against his soft lips.

"Well"

These were the two people breathing heavily.

"tsk"

This is the sound of four intertwined lips.

"clatter."

Both of them were still wearing their gold-rimmed glasses when, by sheer coincidence, the frames collided with each other.

Shen Yunrong felt her lips being lightly bitten.

The eighteen-year-old boy had his beard shaved very cleanly and smoothly.

However, there is still a faint sense of a man's stubble, which is very strong.

"I hate you."

Her breathing was erratic, her eyes were glazed, and her arms were softly pushing against something.

He tried to push Zhou Mingyuan away, but he couldn't muster the strength.

She was definitely going to push Zhou Mingyuan away.

Even she felt a little dazed and weak for a moment.

After all, she had never been this outrageous before.

This momentary pause and hesitation.

Zhou Mingyuan's hand was already wandering restlessly.
His technique was both rough and gentle, skillful and powerful, perfectly capturing a woman's heart.

Is he trying to seduce his own waist?

The most sensible man should be like this.

It's not just about getting straight to the point and getting everything a woman wants.

Instead, it's about meticulously manipulating and appreciating every inch of beautiful muscles and tendons.

Was he measuring his own body by following the curve of his waist?

omg
Even the most embarrassing parts of my body are starting to feel ashamed.

His arms were really strong.

He gripped his waist and hips, giving himself a feeling of helplessness that he couldn't break free.

This feeling of even greater powerlessness is precisely what accompanies a man's conquest and possession of a woman.

And his lips.

So fierce, yet so soft.

His audacity and aggression had already drawn her close to his chest.

The oversized, youthful hoodie ironically became his cheat code for exploring the moon underwater.

She understood that Zhou Mingyuan was no naive young man who had never experienced the ways of the world.

For the past and for some time to come, Mr. Zhou, the entrepreneurial star who personally created Jieyou Media, will be...
If left unchecked, it might easily reach the level of killing 100 people.

Yes, it means exactly what it says.

His skills, his techniques, his aura—every single detail perfectly captured a woman's needs.

This is quite different from the somewhat rough and clumsy feeling of male college students.

Of course, this was a public place, and she was bound to push Zhou Mingyuan away.

Regardless of whether you want to or not, this isn't a matter of feelings or desires, but rather a matter of whether there are cameras or not.

But that feeling in that instant.

But it made her somewhat unable to resist.

It felt so good to have my buttocks being squeezed and kneaded; it felt like my whole body was being lifted up by Zhou Mingyuan.

This feeling of a man controlling a woman, a man covering a woman, a man conquering a woman.
And it really did make her lose herself for a time.

The lingering romance around the pool table hadn't completely faded; the warm scent of their kisses still lingered in the air.

Shen Yunrong's cheeks were still flushed, her ponytail was slightly messy, and a few strands of hair hung on her forehead, adding to her languid charm.

"Oh, right, Rongrong."

"Ok?"

Just taste it and stop.

Zhou Mingyuan did not immediately continue his offensive, but walked to the casual backpack placed on the sofa next to him.

I went to Hangzhou on a business trip for the New Year and brought you back a souvenir.

"what?"

Shen Yunrong straightened the wrinkled hem of her hoodie and looked up when she heard this.

The older sister's eyes were glistening with moisture, carrying a hint of curiosity and a lingering sense of bewilderment.

"Christmas just passed, why are you suddenly thinking of giving me a present?"

Shen Yunrong took the box, her fingertips touching the cool paper surface, her feelings were somewhat complicated.

"It's the Lunar New Year, so let's keep things separate."

Zhou Mingyuan smiled broadly.

"Then can I take it apart?"

"Tear it down."

When Shen Yunrong gently lifted the last layer of the barrier, a silk scarf lay there quietly.

"Wow"

Compared to Hermès' highly recognizable and glamorous style, Mastercard's scarves have a different kind of charm.

The color tone is called "distant mountain gray".

A bluish-green with a grayish hue, like the faint mountain shadows on the horizon after rain.

Linen gives it a sturdy and crisp feel, while silk contributes an indescribable smooth luster and drape; the two materials are blended together.

It becomes a silk scarf.

"It's so beautiful."

Shen Yunrong, her face beaming with delight, strode over to the retro-style standing mirror used as decoration in the billiard room.

She didn't use any complicated tying method; she simply draped the scarf casually around her neck, letting the two ends hang down naturally.

Strangely, the sophisticated silk scarf unexpectedly harmonized with her hooded sweatshirt.

It instantly neutralized the overly casual feel of her outfit, injecting a touch of charm and a sense of story into her youthful and energetic look.

The woman in the mirror possesses both the vivacity of a young girl and the charm of a mature woman.

Contradictory yet harmonious, it is exceptionally moving.

(End of this chapter)