Qiu Yingying is reborn and bound to a learning system.

Before we knew it, Sunday arrived, the day we were to meet Qiu Yingying at her house. The weather was fine, and the wind carried a gentle warmth.

Meng Yanchen had prepared gifts according to Qiu Yingying's parents' preferences well in advance: health tea, fine tea leaves, tonics suitable for elders, and several boxes of fresh and rare fruits, filling the trunk to the brim.

Watching him carefully arrange the gifts, Qiu Yingying couldn't help but smile and say, "Bringing so many, my parents will definitely say you're too kind."

Meng Yanchen turned his head to look at her, his eyes filled with a gentle tenderness, and his voice was soft and steady: "This is my first formal visit, so I must show my sincerity."

There were no extra sweet words, but every word was solemn. Qiu Yingying felt a warmth in her heart, obediently got into the passenger seat, and the car smoothly drove towards the residential area opposite Joyful Song.

The neighborhood isn't high-end, but it's clean and tidy, and full of the warmth and life of everyday life.

Meng Yanchen parked the car steadily downstairs, picked up all the gifts by himself, and naturally took Qiu Yingying's hand with his other hand. The two slowly walked up to the second floor.

Qiu Yingying took out her keys and opened the door, and the familiar scent of home rushed towards her.

"Dad, Mom, we're back."

Mr. and Mrs. Qiu immediately came out from the living room to greet them. Mrs. Qiu was wearing a casual cotton shirt and had a gentle smile; Mr. Qiu was dressed in loose-fitting home clothes and had a simple and steady demeanor.

The two men wore expressions of slight nervousness, as if meeting their future son-in-law for the first time, but their welcome was more sincere.

Meng Yanchen bowed slightly, his tone calm and polite: "Uncle, Aunt, I apologize for disturbing you."

He gently placed the gift on the entryway shelf with both hands, his movements swift and elegant, without arrogance or deliberate flattery, his sense of propriety perfectly measured.

Mrs. Qiu quickly stepped forward: "You're here now, why did you bring so much stuff? Come in and sit down."

Meng Yanchen nodded in agreement. Upon entering, he did not sit directly on the sofa. Instead, he neatly arranged his askew slippers, took the fruit plate from Qiu's mother, and gently placed it in the center of the coffee table. His every move was natural and appropriate.

Seeing that he was alert and composed, Mr. Qiu was relieved without making a sound, and his tone softened: "Xiao Meng, sit down, don't be shy, make yourself at home."

"Thank you, Uncle."

Meng Yanchen sat upright with his back straight, listening quietly to Qiu Yingying and her family. When asked questions, he would give brief and serious replies. He didn't say much, but every word was appropriate and composed.

Mrs. Qiu served hot tea and said with a smile, "Yingying always talks about you. Now that we've met you in person, you are indeed a reliable and steady child, so we are relieved."

Meng Yanchen nodded slightly: "It was my oversight. I should have visited sooner, and made Uncle and Aunt worry."

After a few casual words about daily life, Mr. Qiu naturally asked about work: "Xiao Meng, you must be very busy at work, right? What kind of work do you do?"

Meng Yanchen spoke calmly, without boasting or ostentation: "I run my own company, responsible for management and decision-making. Yingying is also starting her own business now. We both have similar job positions, are very insightful, hardworking, and more persistent than many others."

Instead of feeling awkward, Qiu's parents smiled openly after hearing this. In their hearts, their daughter was kind, hardworking, independent, and ambitious, and was never inferior to anyone else. Treating each other as equals and cherishing each other was more important than anything else.

Mrs. Qiu said gently, "Yingying is straightforward and has a bit of a temper, but she has a very good heart and will stick to what she's set her mind to. If you two are together in the future, just be more tolerant and understanding of each other."

"I will."

Meng Yanchen uttered only two words, yet they were remarkably firm and powerful. Qiu Yingying quietly took his hand under the table; his palm was slightly warm, and she gently returned the grip, feeling secure and at ease.

Not long after, Qiu's mother checked the time, got up, and went into the kitchen to prepare lunch. Meng Yanchen almost immediately stood up as well: "Auntie, let me help you."

"No need, no need. You're a guest, just sit and chat."

"You're not a guest." Meng Yanchen's tone was calm, but carried an undeniable seriousness. "You should come often in the future; this is what I should do."

He walked into the kitchen without any discomfort, quietly picking and washing vegetables, handing out scallions and ginger, and draining the water. His movements were light and efficient, showing that he was a person with basic life skills, and definitely not a pampered young master who never lifted a finger.

Seeing that he was quiet, meticulous, and quick-witted, Qiu's mother became more and more satisfied.

Soon, the kitchen was filled with the rich aroma of food.

Braised pork ribs, steamed sea bass, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, mushrooms and greens, and winter melon meatball soup—six simple dishes and a soup filled the table, steaming hot, and full of the taste of home.

Mr. Qiu took out his family's treasured liquor and smiled as he poured it for Meng Yanchen. Meng Yanchen didn't refuse, handing over the glass with both hands and saying politely, "Thank you, Uncle. I'll have a little with you."

Mr. Qiu immediately poured him a small half-cup of wine, and the two drank together respectfully, creating an increasingly harmonious atmosphere.

The four of them sat around a table for a meal, without any formalities or formalities, only the soft clatter of bowls and chopsticks and relaxed conversation.

Meng Yanchen was elegant yet not picky. When Qiu's mother served him food, he thanked her softly and discreetly placed the cleaned fish and the tenderest ribs into Qiu Yingying's bowl.

At the dinner table, Mr. Qiu earnestly advised, "It's not easy for you young people to work hard, and you face a lot of pressure. No matter how busy you are, you must take care of each other and get along well. As your parents, we don't ask for anything else, we just hope that you are safe, secure, and happy."

Meng Yanchen put down his chopsticks, his expression solemn: "Uncle, Aunt, I understand. I will take good care of Yingying, respect her, support her, and not let her suffer any injustice. I will often come back to have meals with her when I have time."

Mr. and Mrs. Qiu nodded repeatedly, their smiles remaining gentle throughout.

The lunch was a pleasant and heartwarming affair, filled with the warmth of everyday life and human connection.

After the meal, Meng Yanchen took the initiative to clear the dishes and chopsticks, and went into the kitchen to carefully wash, wipe the table, and put away the kitchen utensils. He was quiet and efficient throughout the process, without saying a word, but his thoughtfulness and care were evident in every detail.

Qiu Yingying leaned against the kitchen doorway, watching him without interrupting his behavior in front of his parents. The sunlight fell on him, softening his usually aloof features, and she felt an indescribable sense of security and warmth in her heart.

After tidying up, the group returned to the living room and sat for a while. Mrs. Qiu chatted casually with Qiu Yingying, while Mr. Qiu glanced at Meng Yanchen and suddenly said, "Xiao Meng, why don't you come to the study for a bit? I'd like to have a chat with you."

There was a moment of silence in the living room after he said that.

Qiu Yingying subconsciously looked up, her eyes filled with curiosity, but she sensibly refrained from asking any further questions. Her mother gently tugged at her, signaling her not to disturb them.

Meng Yanchen nodded slightly, his expression remaining calm: "Alright, I'll listen to my uncle."

The two got up and went into the study one after the other.

Mr. Qiu gently closed the door, shutting out the voices outside.

Qiu Yingying sat in the living room, her ears unconsciously perking up slightly, but she couldn't hear anything. She wanted to ask her mother what they were talking about, but felt she shouldn't pry. She could only touch the hem of her clothes and glance at the study door, feeling both expectant and a little nervous.

Mrs. Qiu smiled and patted her hand: "Don't overthink it. Your dad was just chatting with Xiao Meng about everyday things. It's just boys talking, don't get involved."

Qiu Yingying nodded, but her gaze couldn't help but drift towards the study.

She didn't know what her father would ask, nor how Meng Yanchen would answer. Would he ask about her future plans? Would he inquire about her feelings for him? Or would they simply chat about their hobbies?

She knew nothing and could only wait quietly.

The study was softly lit, with old books and everyday objects on the bookshelves, creating a quiet and solemn atmosphere.

Mr. Qiu poured Meng Yanchen a glass of warm water. He didn't start by questioning him seriously or trying to please him. He spoke to him in a calm tone, just like he would to a younger member of the family who was about to join them.

Meng Yanchen sat upright, listened attentively, and occasionally responded softly.

He didn't boast or make grand promises about the future; he only spoke the most practical words, with a sincere attitude, open eyes, and every sentence came from the heart.

Mr. Qiu listened quietly, nodding from time to time. His expression gradually changed from initial caution to gentleness and relief, and finally he showed a relieved smile.

The two talked for a short time, but not too long either.

Qiu Yingying waited outside, her heart itching with anticipation, but she dared not show it. She could only obediently keep her mother company while her mind drifted into the study.

After an unknown amount of time, the study door opened gently.

Mr. Qiu came out first, looking relaxed with a clear smile. His eyes held genuine approval and reassurance as he looked at Meng Yanchen. Meng Yanchen followed behind, still with his gentle and composed demeanor, but a hint of relief and determination had appeared deep in his eyes.

Qiu Yingying hurriedly went to greet them, secretly glancing at Meng Yanchen and then at her father, but she couldn't discern anything from their faces.

She opened her mouth, but ultimately didn't ask: What exactly did you two talk about? She was genuinely curious.

Seeing her curious expression, Mr. Qiu smiled but didn't mention the content of their conversation.

Meng Yanchen merely glanced at her, his eyes filled with a gentle tenderness, and offered no explanation.

Some words are promises between men.

Some feelings don't need to be spoken aloud; as long as we understand each other and can do it in the future, that's enough.

After sitting for a while longer, it gradually got late. Meng Yanchen stood up to say goodbye, his attitude respectful and polite: "Uncle, Aunt, I'm sorry to have bothered you today. I'll take Yingying home first, and I'll come to visit you again next time."

Qiu's parents escorted the two of them downstairs, repeatedly telling them, "Drive carefully on the road, and be sure to come back often when you have time. We always have hot meals ready for you at home."

"Okay, we will," Meng Yanchen replied steadily.

Once in the car, Qiu Yingying finally couldn't resist turning her head to look at Meng Yanchen, her eyes sparkling with curiosity:

"What were you and Dad talking about in the study just now?"

Meng Yanchen started the car, a faint, gentle smile playing on his lips, but he deliberately didn't answer, only staring straight ahead, his voice soft yet firm:

"secret."

"Oh, tell me!" Qiu Yingying gently tugged at his sleeve and shook it coquettishly.

Meng Yanchen glanced at her, his eyes as gentle as the warm sun, and gently stroked her hair, saying only one sentence:

Anyway, it's about our future.

As for the specifics, he didn't say, and she didn't need to know everything.

Because the future is long, he will spend his whole life slowly showing her.

The car drove smoothly away from the residential area, the sunlight shining on the car windows, warm and bright.

Qiu Yingying leaned against the passenger seat, feeling sweet inside.

She knew it perfectly well.

The person in front of her genuinely wanted to be with her for a very long time.