Qiu Yingying is reborn and bound to a learning system.

Saturday was an exceptionally nice day; the sunlight streamed through the car window and felt warm and comforting on my skin.

Qiu Yingying leaned against the passenger seat, glancing at Meng Yanchen who was driving from time to time. Her fingertips were lightly tugging at the hem of her clothes; she was still a little nervous.

Today is the day she officially goes to the Meng family home for a meal as Meng Yanchen's girlfriend. Although she had met Uncle Meng and Aunt Fu before and they were both very kind, she still started thinking about what to bring and what to say several days in advance before actually going to their home for a meal.

"Don't be nervous, my parents have been looking forward to your arrival."

Meng Yanchen freed one hand and gently squeezed her hand; the warmth of his fingertips immediately calmed Qiu Yingying's heart.

His eyes were gentle, his professional aloofness gone, leaving only the softness of home, which made Qiu Yingying unable to help but smile and nod obediently.

The car was parked in front of a high-end shopping mall. The Meng family had everything they needed, and the two of them chose elegant and appropriate items that were not ostentatious but were quite thoughtful.

The mall was bustling with people on Saturday. Qiu Yingying held Meng Yanchen's arm as they strolled around, looking at this and asking about that. Meng Yanchen listened quietly, carrying the groceries he had purchased.

While browsing the fresh produce section and picking out fruit, Qiu Yingying glanced up and bumped into Xu Qin not far away. She thought to herself, "No matter what, she's Meng Yanchen's sister; it's only polite to say hello."

Before she could speak, Xu Qin raised her eyes and stared directly at Meng Yanchen, casually calling out "Brother." She didn't even glance at Meng Yanchen out of the corner of her eye, her eyes filled with an indescribable disdain, as if Meng Yanchen were an insignificant passerby.

Qiu Yingying was stunned on the spot, and a surge of anger instantly rose in her heart.

This is so rude! Even if we're not familiar with each other, can't they at least give a basic greeting? She silently complained to herself. This person is supposed to be a good peer, but they have to put on such a superior attitude. It's just uncomfortable to look at.

She thought Meng Yanchen would say a few polite words, but to her surprise, he didn't even look up. He just gave a faint "hmm" in a perfunctory tone, and even subconsciously pulled her closer to him while continuing to pick cherries, completely ignoring Xu Qin.

Xu Qin probably didn't expect this attitude. Her face stiffened, and she stood there for a few seconds before turning around and leaving in a huff.

Once Xu Qin's figure had completely disappeared, Qiu Yingying leaned close to Meng Yanchen's ear and whispered, "She's so rude! She didn't even say hello, and her eyes were so strange."

Meng Yanchen ruffled her hair and said in a calm tone, "Ignore her, she won't affect us."

He paused, then added softly, with a hint of seriousness, "This week we'll come to my house, and next week, I'll go with you to your parents' house for a formal visit."

Qiu Yingying looked up abruptly, her eyes lighting up: "Really? Aren't you nervous?"

Meng Yanchen chuckled softly and gently stroked her cheek with his fingertip: "You have to go even if you're nervous. I'll have to meet my girlfriend's parents sooner or later and let them know that I'm your boyfriend."

The slight unpleasantness from before vanished instantly, and she happily pulled him along to continue shopping.

The two carried the selected items, filling several exquisite bags to the brim, before driving to the Meng family's house.

On the way, Qiu Yingying was secretly thinking that she should tell her parents in advance that she was going to bring Meng Yanchen home next week.

The car drove into the villa area and stopped in front of the Meng family villa. The housekeeper immediately came forward to help carry the gifts. Meng Yanchen raised his hand to indicate that he didn't need help, and carried the gift bags himself. He followed Qiu Yingying into the living room, casually handing the bags to the housekeeper for safekeeping. His movements were natural and efficient, without any unnecessary formalities.

Pushing open the door, a faint fragrance of flowers wafted through the air. Fu Wenying was sitting on the sofa tending to her orchids, while Meng Huaijin was reading the newspaper beside her. It was a quiet and cozy scene.

"Dad, Mom, we're back." Meng Yanchen led Qiu Yingying into the living room.

Fu Wenying immediately put down her flower shears, stood up with a smile, and said in an exceptionally warm tone, "Yingying's here! Please sit down. Did you have a long journey?"

Meng Huaijin put down his newspaper and gently invited the two to have tea, showing no airs whatsoever. Qiu Yingying greeted him politely, her initial tension gradually dissipating in the warm atmosphere.

The two sat on the sofa, chatting about everyday things in a very harmonious atmosphere. After chatting for a while, Fu Wenying took the initiative to ask about Qiu Yingying's work, her tone full of sincerity: "Yingying, if you have any difficulties at work, or anything you can't figure out, please don't hesitate to ask me. I've been working for so many years, I have some experience, and I will definitely help if I can."

Qiu Yingying was delighted and quickly thanked Fu Wenying, then chatted earnestly about her recent work situation without any restraint. As they talked, the topic turned to cooking, and Fu Wenying's eyes lit up. Instead, she asked for advice like a student: "Yingying, I think you cook really well. I don't know what's wrong with me lately, maybe it's because I'm getting older and my blood is awakening, but I just love thinking about cooking. I also like growing flowers, and recently I've even inexplicably wanted to find a piece of land to grow vegetables. You have to teach me a few simple and delicious home-style dishes."

Hearing this, Meng Huaijin couldn't help but shake his head with a smile: "She's been thinking about these things every day lately, even more diligently than at work."

Fu Wenying wasn't annoyed at all, and laughed along, holding Qiu Yingying's hand as they chatted enthusiastically, from selecting ingredients to controlling the cooking time, the more they talked, the more they clicked. Qiu Yingying also shared her tips without reservation, and the two chatted happily, not at all like elders and juniors, but more like good friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time.

As the conversation got more interesting, Fu Wenying immediately took out her phone: "Come on, Yingying, let's add each other on WeChat so we can communicate more in the future."

Qiu Yingying quickly took out her phone and successfully added Fu Wenying as a friend, feeling both happy and relieved.

Meng Yanchen sat to the side, watching his mother and Qiu Yingying chat happily, a faint smile playing on his lips. He had never imagined that his usually capable and meticulous mother would get along so well with Qiu Yingying over such trivial things as cooking and gardening, without any barriers between them.

He thought to himself:

This week at the Meng family home, he was the one who brought her into his own home.

Going to the Qiu family next week is his serious step towards her life.

Both sides are his home, and both sides are the people he cherishes most.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the living room, illuminating the family's laughing and chatting figures. The simple Saturday family dinner was filled with a grounded and tender happiness. This steady, step-by-step progress was the true warmth of home that Meng Yanchen had longed for so long—the home that belonged to him and Qiu Yingying.