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

Chapter 201 The Four Beauties of the Capital
The roar of the Gulfstream G650's engine was completely swallowed up by the noise inside the massive body of the Capital Airport.

Jiang Xun pushed his lightweight carry-on suitcase, his black cashmere coat remaining perfectly in place amidst the torrent of cold air and the heat of the crowd.

He calmly merged into the crowd in the arrival hall, his gaze habitually sweeping towards the exit.

Amid the slightly noisy crowd of people waiting to greet passengers, two graceful young women stood quietly side by side, like two delicate flowers blooming quietly in winter, attracting everyone's attention.

It's Chen Shixuan and Zhao Ruoyu.

Jiang Xun told his concubine Chen Shixuan and his sister Zhao Ruoyu about his return to Beijing. His counselor was busy with the start of the new semester, and Professor Yan had a new project that had been launched. He didn't tell them in advance.

Chen Shixuan wore a fitted, off-white long down jacket, and the soft white fur trim around the edge of the hood made her bright face even more vivid.

She wore a simple black turtleneck sweater and dark blue jeans, paired with clean white sneakers. Her long hair was tied into a neat ponytail, revealing her smooth forehead.

Upon seeing Jiang Xun, her signature fox-like eyes instantly lit up, sparkling with joy. She waved vigorously, her smile bright and cheerful: "Honey! Over here!"

Beside her, Zhao Ruoyu, wrapped in a thick, creamy-white puffer jacket, looked like a soft, cuddly snowball. Her head, adorned with fluffy earmuffs, was tilted slightly back, and her moist, almond-shaped eyes curved into adorable crescents when she saw Jiang Xun. She called out in a soft, sweet voice:
“Brother.” She was holding a similarly soft-looking insulated bag with a bear pattern on it.

Jiang Xun quickened his pace and arrived in front of the two. Chen Shixuan immediately stepped forward and gave him a solid, youthful hug, carrying the chill of the outdoor air and his familiar, faint scent of citrus shampoo.

"Welcome back to Beijing! Are you tired from the journey?" She let go of Jiang Xun's hand and naturally reached for his carry-on suitcase.

"It's alright." Jiang Xun smiled and shook his head, not letting her take the suitcase, and turned his gaze to Zhao Ruoyu, "Have you been waiting long? It's quite cold outside today."

Zhao Ruoyu shook her head, her face flushed slightly from the cold wind, adding to her charming innocence.

"I'm not cold." She paused, then added softly, "I...I brought some hand warmers, do you want to put one on first, brother?" As she spoke, she reached into her down jacket pocket.

"Thank you, Xiaoyu." Jiang Xun felt a warmth in his heart, took the hand warmer from Zhao Ruoyu, and gently rubbed her little head, which was covered by earmuffs.

This action made her blush, and she lowered her head, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up.

Chen Shixuan watched from the side, without the slightest hint of unease. Instead, she wore a proud smile that seemed to say, "See? I told you Ruoyu is the most thoughtful."

She affectionately took Zhao Ruoyu's free arm: "Alright, we've picked up the person, mission half complete! Let's go, let's take a taxi back to Zizhuyuan first."

“Yes, let’s go back first.” Jiang Xun nodded, watching the two girls interact naturally, and that sense of belonging that belonged to the capital city, with the warmth of winter, quietly returned.

There was no competition, no undercurrents, only a tacit understanding and warmth like that of family members.

He pushed the suitcase with one hand and naturally reached out with the other to gently shake Zhao Ruoyu's small hand, which was indeed a little cold as she took out a hand warmer from her pocket. "Put the hand warmer on yourself, don't get cold. I'm fine."

Zhao Ruoyu's hand trembled slightly in his palm, but she didn't pull it away. Her face flushed, she whispered, "Um... I know, brother."

The three of them walked together to the taxi stand. Chen Shixuan chattered about the fun things that happened during the winter break training camp at Beijing Dance Academy, while Zhao Ruoyu occasionally added a word or two in a low voice. The atmosphere was relaxed and pleasant.

The rental apartments in Zizhuyuan are well-heated and have a warm, homey feel.

Chen Shixuan helped Jiang Xun put away her luggage, while Zhao Ruoyu immediately went to the kitchen to get the chicken soup that was simmering on the stove. They had been busy making it all morning, and it was still steaming hot.

"Brother, drink it while it's hot." She placed the bowl on the coffee table in front of Jiang Xun, and then took out an exquisite paper box from her large bag.

"This is a snack that Shixuan and I saw while shopping yesterday. It's a new chestnut flavor, and I think... you'll like it."

"Wow, Ruoyu, you're so biased! Yesterday I asked you for one to try and you wouldn't even give it to me!" Chen Shixuan exaggeratedly "accused" from the side, but her eyes were full of mischievous smiles.

Zhao Ruoyu's face flushed again, and she whispered in defense, "There's... there's only this one box left..."

Jiang Xun looked at the fragrant soup and beautifully packaged pastries in front of him, then at the two charming girls, and smiled as he picked up a spoon: "Then I won't be polite, I'm really hungry."

The chicken soup was warm and soothing, with the sweetness of the herbs, instantly dispelling the last trace of fatigue from the journey.

As he sipped his soup, he listened to Chen Shixuan excitedly recount her winter break experiences: "...My advisor said I've made tremendous progress! Tonight...do you want to go see my results tonight?"

She blinked her big eyes, her expression a mixture of anticipation and a hint of shyness. "It's a studio near our school, very close."

"Okay." Jiang Xun nodded in agreement, glancing at Zhao Ruoyu sitting quietly on the sofa beside him, hugging a cushion and sipping hot water like a well-behaved little animal. A thought struck him. "Where's Ruoyu? Does she have any plans for tonight?"

Zhao Ruoyu raised her head, her eyes clear: "I...I need to help our counselor organize some student council materials tonight, she needs them for the start of the semester tomorrow."

Jiang Xun nodded, but the image of her gentle and beautiful senior counselor came to mind; she must have been incredibly busy these past few days.

"Thank you for your trouble. I'll go watch Xuanxuan dance later, and we can have a late-night snack together tonight," Jiang Xun said.

He talked about dancing, but his eyes held a mischievous glint when he looked at Chen Shixuan. Chen Shixuan and Zhao Ruoyu knew him best, and both girls blushed slightly.

The studio called "Whirlwind Dance" near the Beijing Dance Academy is not large, but it has professional facilities and a quiet environment.

Warm yellow light shines on the smooth, mirror-like wooden floor, and a huge floor-to-ceiling mirror occupies an entire wall.

The heating was very strong, and the air was filled with the smell of pine resin mixed with sweat.

Chen Shixuan changed into a well-fitting black training outfit. The fabric was extremely elastic, perfectly outlining her body lines, which were full of strength and flexibility, thanks to her long-term training.

Her long hair was piled high, revealing her elegant, swan-like neck. She took a deep breath and looked at Jiang Xun sitting in the corner chair, her eyes focused and bright. All her previous liveliness and playfulness had been suppressed, leaving only the purity of a dancer.

"Has it started?" she asked softly.

Jiang Xun nodded and gestured for him to proceed.

He loved watching her dance, that passionate, all-consuming energy she exuded.

There was no accompaniment, only her clear voice setting the rhythm.

Immediately, her body seemed to be awakened by invisible musical notes, and suddenly stretched out.

This is an original solo dance that blends the power of modern dance with the charm of classical dance. At times it is like a sudden storm, with every jump and spin carrying the force of thunder. The flexible waist bends backward at the extreme angle, and the legs draw sharp lines in the air.

At other times, it resembles a babbling brook, with the extension of the arms and the trembling of the fingertips full of delicate emotional expression.

Sweat quickly soaked the stray hairs on her forehead, sliding down her beautiful jawline and dripping onto the polished floor. Her breathing became rapid, her chest heaving, but her gaze grew increasingly firm and focused, as if the whole world consisted only of her and her dance.

The final movement was a powerful, explosive leap into the air, followed by a controlled, graceful twirl as her body fell to the ground, culminating in a tense, prone position. The sound of her movements and her rapid breathing seemed to still echo in the space.

She held the pose for a few seconds before slowly raising her head to look at Jiang Xun. Her cheeks were flushed with a healthy rosy glow from the intense exercise, and her eyes shone brightly, carrying a childlike anticipation for praise, as well as the unique pride of a dancer.

Jiang Xun stood up, walked over to her, hugged her, and kissed her on the cheek: "You danced beautifully, and you are beautiful too."

Chen Shixuan calmed down a bit before smiling, a little smugly: "Of course! I didn't slack off during winter break! My flexibility hasn't deteriorated at all."

"Really?" Jiang Xun raised an eyebrow. "Then I'll have to examine it carefully."

As he spoke, he picked up Chen Shixuan and carried her to the yoga mat next to him.

Chen Shixuan wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes filled with shyness, but even more so with anticipation and burning passion.

"Um... what do you think of this training outfit tonight?" Chen Shixuan looked at him boldly, with a hint of provocation and anticipation in her eyes.

Jiang Xun placed her on the yoga mat, pressed himself against her, and gave her a passionate, deep kiss before whispering, "It's beautiful, but I wonder if it'll be easy to tear."

Chen Shixuan gave him a coquettish glare, her small mouth slightly open, and she voluntarily spat out a tender bud.

……

The counselor's office at Yuanpei College was filled with a faint smell of ink and the unique aroma of paper.

On the eve of the start of the semester, Song Ziyan's desk was piled high with various forms and documents. She was wearing a soft beige knitted sweater, her long hair loosely tied up, revealing her fair neck. She was focused on organizing a stack of internship evaluation forms, her brows slightly furrowed, showing a hint of fatigue from work, yet she remained gentle and charming.

There was a knock on the door.

"Please come in." Song Ziyan said without looking up.

The door was pushed open, and a tall figure walked in: "Senior?"

Song Ziyan's busy work suddenly stopped, and then she looked up with surprise and excitement at the tall figure at the door.

"You, how come you're back so soon?" she said excitedly, standing up and walking quickly towards Jiang Xun.

Jiang Xun closed and locked the door, then stepped forward and hugged the gentle senior counselor.

Today, Song Ziyan was dressed as gentle and charming as ever, in a white long dress and a white coat, which she had taken off and placed on the chair next to her.

Jiang Xun embraced Song Ziyan's soft, boneless waist and couldn't resist lowering his head to kiss her soft lips.

Unable to suppress her longing after being separated for so long, Song Ziyan took the initiative to passionately respond to Jiang Xun's kiss.

The two were passionately entwined in the office until Jiang Xun placed Song Ziyan on the desk, at which point she blushed and breathlessly stopped him.

"What's wrong, my beautiful counselor?" Jiang Xun asked with a mischievous smile.

Seeing his mischievous look, Song Zilin felt a mix of shyness and helplessness in her eyes. She bit her lower lip and whispered, "Hurry up... hurry up."

"Yes, ma'am!" Jiang Xun chuckled, her white skirt already reaching her senior counselor's waist.

……

The high-performance instrumentation center in the School of Life Sciences maintains a constant temperature of 25 degrees Celsius.

The air was filled with a faint smell of disinfectant and the distinctive odor of organic solvents.

Under the bright operating lights, Yan Jin wore a well-fitting white lab coat, her long hair neatly coiled at the back of her head, revealing a section of her cold, jade-like neck.

She was intently observing cell samples on a glass slide through a high-powered electron microscope. Her profile was delicate and aloof, and her focused expression made it seem as if the entire world had shrunk to the microscopic world before her.

The soft footsteps stopped behind her. She didn't turn around, and a cool voice rang out:

"The voltage fluctuation of the third channel of the data logger exceeds 0.3%. Go check the connection cable." The voice carried an unquestionable, commanding tone.

The footsteps didn't leave; instead, they drew closer, and a familiar scent enveloped them.

Yan Jin frowned almost imperceptibly before looking up from the microscope.

Jiang Xun had appeared beside her at some point, also wearing a lab coat, his posture upright, a faint smile on his face, looking at her. "Professor Yan, you have excellent eyesight. You can tell who it is just by their footsteps? Or have you become familiar with my molecular vibrational frequencies?"

Yan Jin's gaze behind his glasses was no longer cold; a rare hint of joy flashed across his eyes.

Her voice remained calm, but her tone carried a hint of gentleness: "Why didn't you tell me you were coming back?"

"What, Professor Yan is going to pick me up?" Jiang Xun asked with a light laugh.

"It's a half-hour drive from where I am to the airport," Yan Jin said, offering her answer without giving a direct reply.

Jiang Xun felt a warmth in his heart and subconsciously wanted to reach out to hug her, but she took a step back and dodged him.

Yan Jin glanced subconsciously at the laboratory door, then blushed slightly and glared at Jiang Xun, as if to say, "This is a laboratory, don't you know how to behave in this situation?"

For Yan Jin, as long as he didn't yell at her or push her away, it was already a tacit approval.

Jiang Xun knew this all too well, so he stepped forward again and forcibly pulled Yan Jinlou into his arms.

The sweet fragrance of crabapple blossoms filled Jiang Xun's nostrils, mixed with a hint of Yan Jin's unique scent. Jiang Xun couldn't help but lower his head and take a deep breath on her neck.

Yan Jin gently pushed against his chest with both hands, then blushed and gave up struggling.

Jiang Xun kissed her neck, making her body go weak, and her hands instinctively wrapped around Jiang Xun's waist.

"You...can you not be so presumptuous!" Yan Jin scolded in a low voice, but her tone lacked any professorial authority, only a hint of coquettish charm.

"No," Jiang Xun whispered in her ear, "I will be unrestrained towards you for the rest of my life, and you can't escape."

Yan Jin paused slightly, remained silent for a moment, and then gently rested her head on his shoulder. Her eyes, unseen by anyone, held an unprecedented tenderness.

(End of this chapter)