Is not being able to do as you please also called rebirth?

Chapter 176 The Night with the Counselor (Part 2)

After Song Ziyan's grandmother's birthday banquet, Jiang Xun, along with Song Ziyan and Song Zilin, left Suzhou, first heading to Jinling with Song Zilin.

Song Zilin only took three days off, while Song Ziyan took five days. As for Jiang Xun, he could take as many days off as he wanted, and no one cared about him anyway.

The three arrived in Jinling close to noon. It was a rare sunny day, so they decided to have lunch and rest before exploring Jinling.

Perhaps to get revenge on Jiang Xun for taking advantage of her again last night, Song Zilin deliberately chose a very expensive Japanese restaurant and ordered only the most expensive dishes.

However, when she saw the bill of over six thousand yuan, Song Zilin was still a little embarrassed. On the other hand, Song Ziyan was already used to Jiang Xun's style. This guy was never stingy when it came to spending money with girls.

After dinner, they booked a suite at a nearby hotel, took a nap, and then changed into lighter clothes. Although it was already December, the sunny weather in Nanjing was still quite hot.

Jiang Xun changed into a simple white tracksuit, and the flowing straight-leg pants made his already long legs look even longer.

With his broad shoulders and narrow waist, coupled with his handsome face that is now appealing to both men and women, even he couldn't help but take a few extra glances at himself when he looked in the mirror.

When Song Zilin and Song Ziyan came out after changing their clothes, they also caught Jiang Xun's eye.

These two sisters are already extremely rare twin beauties, both possessing stunning looks, and even more remarkably, they also have incredibly perfect figures.

Although neither of them are plump or fleshy, their perfectly proportioned figures make them look good in anything.

However, the two women have very different styles of dress, and Jiang Xun can now clearly tell them apart, unless they don't wear... no, they both wear the same clothes.

Song Zilin wore a V-neck sleeveless sweater today, revealing her fair arms. She tied her long hair into two braids, perhaps to distinguish her from her sister, since it would be difficult to tell them apart at first glance if they both had their hair down.

Moreover, because it was sunny today, Song Zilin wore a baseball cap, looking playful, cute, and charming.

Song Ziyan maintained her gentle and mature style, wearing a white chiffon dress on top, a matching pleated skirt on the bottom, and long white stockings on her feet.

Her long hair was still simply draped over her shoulders, but a few strands were casually tied at the back of her head, giving her a more mature and charming look.

She was holding a digital camera that Jiang Xun had given her. She liked to take pictures in her spare time, and she couldn't miss this rare opportunity.

While Jiang Xun was looking at the two sisters, the two sisters were also looking at Jiang Xun.

Song Ziyan was alright, after all, they were already in a close relationship and had seen Jiang Xun in every way.

But this was the first time Song Zilin had seen Jiang Xun dressed like this in such a sunny and sporty style, which was very different from his previous mature and steady image.

Although he was still very handsome, he looked more like a young college student at this moment, as if he was radiating light.

Song Zilin glanced at Jiang Xun a few times, and her gaze was caught by him. She quickly looked away as if nothing had happened, but her slightly flushed and hot cheeks, as well as her inexplicably accelerated heartbeat, made her feel a little embarrassed and annoyed.

The three of them traveled light. Song Ziyan originally wanted to put her arm around Jiang Xun's arm, but after thinking about it, she put her arm around her younger sister instead, so as not to make her sister jealous again.

It was a little past one in the afternoon, and the sunlight, like a thin layer of honey, gently painted every corner of the city.

As soon as Jiang Xun and his group left the hotel, they could see Xuanwu Lake. From afar, the water shimmered, and the sunlight slanted across it, refracting into tiny specks of light, like a handful of scattered silver.

"Ziyan, take a picture quickly!" Song Zilin shouted happily, then ran to the railing by the lake and struck a cute pose.

This girl has a completely different personality; sometimes she's wild, sometimes she's cold, and at other times she's kind of cute.

With Jiang Xun around, Song Ziyan naturally handed over the task of taking photos to him; all she had to do was look beautiful in the pictures.

Jiang Xun took a few pictures of them, and after Song Zilin saw them, she patted him on the shoulder, which was a way of acknowledging his photography skills.

Afterwards, they took a walk around Xuanwu Lake. The plane trees by the lake had long since lost their autumn colors, and their bare branches stretched sparsely towards the sky, outlining sharp lines against the almost transparent blue background.

Occasionally, a breeze would sweep by, and a few stubborn yellow leaves would twirl and fall, making a soft, crisp sound on the stone path.

Jiang Xun and Song Ziyan walked side by side, while Song Zilin skipped ahead, occasionally turning back to urge them on. Every time they tried to find an opportunity to kiss, Song Zilin would turn back and interrupt them.

Next, they went to Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum. Under the sunlight, the stone steps of Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum were slightly warm, and a thin halo floated on the bluish-gray stone slabs.

The 392 steps stretch straight upwards, with cedar trees standing silently on both sides, their needles gleaming with a dark green, cold light in the sunlight.

Standing atop the mausoleum and looking back, the entire city of Nanjing unfolds under the clear winter sky—the Purple Mountain is lush and verdant, and the city's skyline fades into a gray-blue mist in the distance.

After leaving Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum, they went to Yihe Road, the Republican-era mansions, the Qinhuai River, and Jiming City...

In the afternoon, the plane trees along Yihe Road cast dappled shadows, with sunlight filtering through the branches and casting tiny patches of light on the blue brick walls.

The old walls of the Republican-era mansion are covered with withered vines, and under the peeling red paint of the porch, a sparrow hops around pecking at grass seeds in the cracks of the stones.

The corner café wafts a faint aroma of coffee, mingling with the dry winter air and inexplicably evoking the scent of old book pages.

The willow branches along the Qinhuai River are withered and slender, swaying gently in the wind, occasionally sweeping across the water and creating small ripples.

The glazed tiles of Jiming Temple reflect the sunlight, and the shadow of the pagoda is cast obliquely on the mottled wall.

The clear winter sky is like a polished piece of glass, clear and cold, yet it also carries a touch of the gentleness of bygone days.

……

After a leisurely afternoon of strolling around, Song Zilin and Song Ziyan were both quite tired. When the three of them returned to the hotel, Song Zilin was so exhausted that she collapsed onto the sofa, after all, she had the most fun.

"I can't take it anymore, I need to lie down for a while, don't anyone disturb me." After sitting for a while, she threw down her small bag and went straight into her room.

Song Ziyan and Jiang Xun exchanged a smile. Although Song Ziyan was about the same age as Jiang Xun, and Jiang Xun was almost two years older than Song Ziyan, they inexplicably felt like they were looking at a child.

At this moment, the two of them sat side by side on the sofa, and Song Ziyan naturally leaned on Jiang Xun's shoulder and reached out to hug his waist.

The air fell silent, leaving only their breathing. Song Ziyan raised her head slightly, and the moment she met Jiang Xun's gaze, she shyly closed her eyes.

Jiang Xun instinctively wrapped his arms around Song Ziyan's soft body and lowered his head to kiss her soft lips. It seemed as if an electric current was flowing between their lips, and every touch made their hearts tremble and their bodies go weak.

Before she knew it, Song Ziyan had been pinned down on the sofa by Jiang Xun...

Unbeknownst to her, the gauze skirt slipped off Song Ziyan's head. She shyly hugged Jiang Xun's head, her cheeks flushed and her eyes languid and captivating.

When Jiang Xun tried to lift the hem of his pleated skirt, Song Ziyan quickly stopped him. Jiang Xun looked up at her, and she blushed and whispered, "I'm afraid Linlin might suddenly come out. Let's go to the room." After saying that, she closed her eyes, not daring to look at Jiang Xun.

"Yes, ma'am!" Jiang Xun was startled to hear this. It seemed that his senior counselor was finally willing to let him visit and inspect her elementary school.

……

Almost half an hour later, Jiang Xun, feeling sorry for Song Ziyan who was experiencing her first sexual encounter, finally decided to end the session early. At this moment, Song Ziyan suddenly blushed and said:
"I... I read online that it's safe these days, so it's okay."

……

Next door, Song Zilin's face was also flushed. She gritted her teeth and cursed Jiang Xun in her heart, but her hands subconsciously reached into the quilt.

……

That evening, when Jiang Xun and Song Ziyan came out of the room, they could clearly see that Song Zilin's expression was not good, and both of them seemed a little guilty.

Fortunately, Song Zilin didn't say much. The three of them had a meal at the hotel, and then Jiang Xun and Song Ziyan took Song Zilin to school.

At the school gate, Song Zilin's roommates were waiting for her. When they saw Jiang Xun, their eyes lit up. They only reluctantly looked away after Jiang Xun and Song Zilin had taken a taxi and left.

"Hey! That's my sister's boyfriend. Can you lecherous women tone it down a bit?" Song Zilin couldn't stand it anymore and gave each of them a flick on the forehead.

"Hehe, Linlin, can you ask your sister's boyfriend if he needs a girlfriend?" one of the slightly chubby girls said with a grin.

"Get out!" Song Zilin shouted angrily without hesitation. The little bitch dared to make a move on her sister's boyfriend. She wouldn't dare, ptooey! She wouldn't.

At this moment, another tall, thin girl chuckled softly, "Linlin, everyone says that half of your sister-in-law's butt belongs to your brother-in-law. Have you asked your brother-in-law to..."

"Hey! Silly Daqin, are you looking for a beating?!" Song Zilin instantly became furious and rolled up her sleeves, ready to punch someone.

The tall, thin girl quickly ran behind another girl to hide, and that girl couldn't help but laugh:
"Linlin, when your sister and brother-in-law are being intimate, do you have any reaction? Didn't you say you and your sister have a telepathic connection? Hehe."

This question completely enraged Song Zilin, who then started relentlessly pinching her three roommates.

Thinking about what had just happened at the hotel, her cheeks burned with shame and anger. She vowed that she would beat Jiang Xun up the next time she saw him.

That night, Jiang Xun and Song Ziyan didn't go anywhere; they stayed at the hotel to enjoy their time together.

Having just given away her precious first time, Song Ziyan was particularly dependent on Jiang Xun, her whole being as gentle as water, and she was always clinging to Jiang Xun.

Even when they were eating, the two of them would hug each other. Jiang Xun would feed her like he was holding a child, and then he would feed her in other places.

The next day, when the sun was high in the sky, the two of them got up, took a shower, and then rushed to catch their 1 a.m. flight.

During this trip to Suzhou, Song Ziyan completely gave herself to Jiang Xun, even though she knew that Jiang Xun couldn't be wholeheartedly devoted to her. She still had no regrets or complaints.

Because this was not only her own choice, but she also knew very well that there was no one else as outstanding as Jiang Xun, and who was also so good to her.

Jiang Xun knew that the counselor was feeling a bit complicated. Any girl would have all sorts of emotions after her first time, but Song Ziyan had such a good personality that she never showed it and just kept it to herself.

However, Jiang Xun would never let her feel wronged in the slightest. Although he was loving, he was willing to give his heart to each one, which was the difference between him and a scumbag.

After arriving in Beijing, Jiang Xun and Song Ziyan did not return to their school dormitory. They couldn't wait to be together every day, so who would want to stay in the dormitory?

They first checked into a hotel, and then Jiang Xun directly called Zhong Jie to help him rent an apartment, so that he would have a private space when he and his counselor tutored each other one-on-one.

That evening, Jiang Xun didn't make his counselor work too hard, after all, he knew that his abilities were somewhat formidable and that his counselor couldn't be too tolerant of him.

Even so, the two of them played around in bed until midnight before finally falling asleep. When Jiang Xun woke up the next day, Song Ziyan had already gone to school.

In the afternoon, Jiang Xun immediately called Yan Jin. Since he was still in Suzhou, Yan Jin told him that there was a project he wanted to participate in and asked him to contact him after returning to Beijing.

When Yan Jin received Jiang Xun's call, his tone was as cold as ever, seemingly somewhat dissatisfied that Jiang Xun had been out fooling around for so long.

"I just finished an academic conference and didn't drive. Can you come pick me up?" Yan Jin said in an unyielding tone.

As Jiang Xun's teacher, she also took him to academic conferences many times and publicly referred to Jiang Xun as her assistant, so now Jiang Xun is indeed somewhat like an assistant.

Jiang Xun naturally had no objections. He took a taxi back to school, and then drove Tang Yufei's Mercedes-Benz S-Class to pick up Yan Jin.

When he saw Yan Jin, she was standing by the roadside sunbathing.

Although she was wearing a somewhat casual suit today, she looked younger and more energetic, like a young woman in her early twenties.

However, her stunningly beautiful face remained as cold and expressionless as ever. When she saw Jiang Xun, her eyes flickered for a moment, but she didn't say anything.

"Professor Yan looks beautiful today," Jiang Xun said with a smile. After all, his relationship with Yan Jin was no longer what it was at the beginning, so there was no need to be so serious and reserved.

"Drive your car." Yan Jin glared at him, her tone sharp but full of charm.

"Alright, boss." Jiang Xun chuckled. "Where are we now?"

"Whatever," Yan Jin replied indifferently.

"Whatever?" Jiang Xun confirmed.

Yan Jin turned her head away and ignored him, so he thought for a moment and simply drove the car directly towards Happy Valley.

"Where have you been these past few days?" After a moment of silence, Yan Jin suddenly asked.

Jiang Xun glanced at her with some surprise; she glared at him, her cheeks slightly flushed.
"What are you looking at? You've been away from school for several days. As your teacher, am I not allowed to ask you any questions?"

"Really?" Jiang Xun had already parked the car on the side of the road. He turned to Yan Jin in the passenger seat and said softly, "But why do I feel like Professor Yan is concerned about me?"

"Why...why did you stop the car?" Yan Jin's eyes were a little flustered at this moment, and she didn't dare to look into Jiang Xun's somewhat burning eyes.

"Yan Jin, I missed you." Jiang Xun didn't bother with pretense anymore and went straight for the kill, leaning down to kiss Yan Jin while he was still in a daze.

(End of this chapter)