Qiu Yingying is reborn and bound to a learning system.

Meng Yanchen had invited Xiao Yixiao and Liang Jiaozhou to be his advisors. Half an hour later, Xiao Yixiao sat in a booth with his legs crossed, a glass of whiskey in front of him. Seeing Meng Yanchen enter, he immediately raised an eyebrow and smiled: "So, what could it be that our CEO Meng would ask me out for drinks? It wouldn't be... because of Miss Qiu Yingying, would it?"

Meng Yanchen sat down opposite him, beckoned a waiter to order a glass of soda water, and after a moment of silence, said, "I want to formally confess my feelings to her, and I'd like to ask for your opinion."

"Confess your feelings?" Xiao Yixiao burst out laughing as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world. The sound was so loud that it attracted a glance from the person next to him. He quickly covered his mouth, but his shoulders were still shaking with laughter. "Meng Yanchen, you're really something! Let me tell you, you've known Miss Qiu for almost half a year, right? You've even had dinner alone with her several times, and now you're only thinking about confessing? I knew you'd come looking for me sooner or later. What's with all your composure and restraint? I bet you'll still be stuck in the same place by the time she gets married."

They discussed it for a long time and finally decided on the scene for the confession, taking into account all aspects.

The next day, Meng Yanchen began arranging his private villa on the outskirts of the city. This was a place he often frequented, shaded by green trees, with a bright and open view, a place where he could hide the excitement in his heart.

The workers toiled for many days, transplanting batches of seedlings into a vast sea of ​​flowers. Red roses, pink lisianthus, and bright yellow freesias crowded together, their fragrance carrying far and wide on the breeze. In the very center of the flower sea stood a pure white carved archway, adorned with fairy lights and pale purple wisteria. On either side, pink-blue, pale yellow, and milky-white balloons floated in the air, looking soft and fluffy.

Beside the tree-lined path of the mountain resort, a vintage horse-drawn carriage was polished so clean you could see your reflection in it. Colorful ribbons were tied around the horse's neck, and a thick cashmere blanket was laid in the carriage bed. It was waiting for Qiu Yingying to arrive so it could slowly carry her into the sea of ​​flowers.

Meng Yanchen turned down three days of work to practice a candlelight dinner in a glass-walled room overlooking the flower field. He was extra careful when wiping the wine glasses and arranged the bone china tableware neatly. He also learned to cook several dishes that Qiu Yingying liked from the private chef. He didn't care that his fingertip was burned by hot oil and he just kept tasting the seasoning, thinking about how to make it suit her taste.

The gift for his confession had been prepared long ago; it was handcrafted by him.

The chain was thin, with a round moonstone hanging from it, surrounded by a ring of tiny diamonds, like starlight crushed and embedded in it. On the back of the pendant, he quietly engraved a tiny "Ying" character, which he carefully kept in a velvet box and placed in the most conspicuous place on the dining table.

The custom-made heart-shaped decorations and the stunning fireworks display are also ordered. They'll explode in the night sky, illuminating the entire sea of ​​flowers. And of course, there's a floral cake—essential for a declaration of love—just waiting for the day.

Looking at this place filled with his heartfelt wishes, with its surging sea of ​​flowers and twinkling fairy lights, Meng Yanchen felt a mix of anticipation and nervousness. His fingertips unconsciously caressed the necklace box, and a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips. All preparations were complete. He set a date for the weekend, planning to invite Qiu Yingying over for a "small gathering at the mountain villa." Everything was going according to plan.

But this romance was interrupted by a sudden tremor.

Early Saturday morning, Meng Yanchen was conducting final checks at the resort when he suddenly felt a slight tremor under his feet. At first, he thought he was seeing things, but when the glass on the table shook and the branches of the trees outside the window swayed violently, he realized it was an earthquake.

The tremor lasted only a few seconds, but a sense of unease quickly spread through Meng Yanchen's mind. He quickly pulled out his phone; news notifications were already flooding his feed: a 6.2 magnitude earthquake had struck a neighboring city, causing numerous houses to collapse, disrupting communications and roads, and the death toll was still being tallied.

The phone rang immediately afterward; it was a call from the Guokun Group headquarters. The voice was heavy with concern: "President Meng, the disaster in the neighboring city is severe. The group plans to provide full support and has already assembled a professional medical team. We need your help to coordinate resources and lead the team to the scene." Meng Yanchen responded in a deep voice. Without pausing after hanging up, he immediately dialed the group's finance department, his tone calm and unwavering: "Allocate ten million from the group's charity fund and donate it specifically to the disaster area in the neighboring city, specifically for housing repairs and medical assistance. How the funds are used afterward will depend on the disaster area's arrangements."

After hanging up, he made two more calls. One was to his private bank manager: "In my personal capacity, I'm donating five million to the disaster area. The money should be used to buy emergency medicine and warm clothing. It must be transferred within two hours, and you need to coordinate with the disaster relief command center." The other was to his parents. As soon as the call connected, his father's steady voice came through: "Your mother and I have seen the news. As for Guokun's matter, you should arrange it as you see fit. We, the old folks, are also donating five million in our personal capacity, as a way of contributing to the disaster relief efforts." Meng Yanchen felt a warmth in his heart and replied softly, "Thank you, Dad. I'll lead a team there right away. The supplies will arrive soon."

Just after hanging up with his parents, Qiu Yingying sent a message. Without any extra words, it was just a crisp and concise sentence: "Meng Yanchen, our head office is going to send supplies to the disaster area. We need to cooperate with public welfare organizations and our medical team to carry out joint operations in the disaster area. I signed up and we are gathering now. We are about to leave."

He quickly called back. The other end of the line was chaotic, with car horns honking and people shouting about counting supplies. But Qiu Yingying's voice was calm: "I'm busy counting supplies here, so I can't talk to you for now. There are many things lacking in the disaster area. I've also ordered some drinking water, instant noodles, and warm clothes, and I've already had them sent there by logistics. I'll contact you when they arrive."

Before Meng Yanchen could even say a word of advice, the phone was abruptly hung up, leaving only the dial tone in his ear.

He stood beside the sea of ​​flowers. A breeze blew, and the balloons swayed gently. The tableware for the candlelight dinner was still neatly arranged, and the necklace box lay quietly on the table. But the girl who was supposed to come to their date had already gone to the disaster area thousands of miles away. He looked at the messages on his phone, and the anticipation in his heart was slowly overshadowed by worry. The nervousness he felt because of his confession had now turned into concern for her safety.

Without the slightest hesitation, Meng Yanchen grabbed his coat and strode toward the vehicle at the entrance of the resort. At the same time, he dialed the group's logistics department: "Load all the tents, first-aid kits, and drinking water in the warehouse onto the truck. Also, purchase an additional 5,000 winter coats and 3,000 boxes of instant noodles. Contact the nearest manufacturer for cash on delivery. The supplies must be replenished within two hours."

He paused, his tone growing increasingly firm: "Notify the company's rescue team that I will personally lead them, departing for the disaster area in three hours sharp. Also, bring a portable generator and a satellite phone, and arrange for two psychological counselors to accompany them to ensure a smooth rescue operation."

After hanging up the phone, he glanced back at the meticulously prepared sea of ​​flowers. Arches stood tall, balloons floated gently, but there was no romance to speak of now. Meng Yanchen withdrew his gaze, his eyes filled with determination. He would confess his feelings after she returned safely. Now, what he needed to do was to take supplies and rescue forces to the disaster area, battered by wind and rain, to protect the hope of life.

As the car drove away from the resort, Meng Yanchen put the velvet necklace box into his briefcase. He thought that once the disaster situation stabilized and everything was alright, he would personally deliver this belated romance to her.