Qiu Yingying is reborn and bound to a learning system.

During the days after returning to Shanghai, Qiu Yingying kept a big thing on her mind.

The two national treasures lay quietly in the deepest part of her bedroom drawer, wrapped in soft cloth layer upon layer. She wasn't afraid they would be stolen, but rather afraid that she might neglect the treasures left by her ancestors in a moment of carelessness.

She knew that this thing couldn't be delayed, couldn't be flaunted, couldn't be obtained through any connections, and couldn't be handed over to just anyone. It had to be given to someone who was absolutely reliable, absolutely clean, and absolutely loyal to the country.

Late at night, after Meng Yanchen had fallen asleep, she tiptoed into the study, locked the door, and once again opened the learning system that had been with her for many years.

The screen still displayed a simple check-in interface, but she knew that this system contained a power that even she could not comprehend.

Qiu Yingying's fingertips trembled slightly as she silently recited in her heart:

The system helped me find the most reliable person in the country, absolutely loyal to the nation, with a clean reputation, no selfish motives, capable of protecting cultural relics 100%, and worthy of entrusting everything to. I will hand over the national treasure to him free of charge.

The next second, the screen flickered very slightly.

There were no unnecessary special effects, no sound, only a line of calm, clear text slowly appearing:

[A comprehensive screening of personality, resume, beliefs, and loyalty has been completed.]

[The only match: Shen Su, National Center for Cultural Relics Protection.]

[A life without blemish, selfless, and devoted to the public good; absolutely loyal to the nation and the cause of cultural relics. Capable of protecting cultural relics from theft and misappropriation.]

[Your secure contact information has been sent to your privacy memo and will remain untraceable.]

After the small print disappeared, a number, a name, and a discreet address known only to insiders quietly appeared in her phone's memo app.

There was no extra information, but it was enough to put her at ease.

Qiu Yingying clutched her chest and let out a long breath.

The system found the person who was most suited to take on this burden for her.

Without hesitation, she saved the number, turned off all location tracking and recording, and went to the balcony to get some fresh air.

The night was gentle, and Meng Yanchen slept soundly in his bedroom, his breathing steady. He was unaware that she was bearing such a heavy yet glorious secret alone in the dead of night, unaware that she was carrying two national treasures that had been lost and recovered, unaware that she was fulfilling a silent entrustment in the most quiet and responsible way.

The wind brushed through her hair, and she thought of the scattered artifacts in the London Museum, and the pain and anger she felt at the time. Now, she could finally fill a small gap in her heart.

She smiled gently, her eyes shining.

This is the kind of thing Qiu Yingying would do.

Unassuming, seeking neither fame nor fortune, relying solely on a sincere heart.

The next morning, Qiu Yingying made an excuse that something had come up at the live streaming company and quietly said goodbye to Meng Yanchen.

Meng Yanchen was frying eggs for her in the kitchen. Sunlight fell on his tall, handsome profile, making him look incredibly gentle. He turned to look at her, wiped his hands, and walked over naturally. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him.

He gently pressed his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling, and warmth gradually rose around them.

"Come back soon," he whispered, his thumb lightly brushing against her lower lip. "I'll be waiting for you to eat."

Qiu Yingying's heart softened instantly, and she tiptoed to give him a gentle kiss on the chin.

"Yes, I'll definitely come back to be with you soon."

She dared not linger, afraid that he would see through the secret in her eyes, so she grabbed her bag and hurriedly left.

As she sat in the ride-hailing car, she took a deep breath and dialed the number in her memo.

When the call connected, the voice on the other end was deep, steady, and clean, without any unnecessary formalities, which immediately put people at ease.

"Hello, I am Shen Su."

Qiu Yingying gripped her phone tightly, her voice calm and solemn:

"Mr. Shen, I have two cultural relics that have returned from overseas and I am handing them over to the country free of charge. I trust you, so I am only contacting you. I hope you can receive them in person, without making a fuss, conducting interviews, or disclosing them publicly."

Shen Su paused for a moment, his tone still steady, but with a hint of seriousness:

"Rest assured, I guarantee with my integrity that the cultural relics will receive the best protection and proper home. Wherever you are, I will come to see you."

The two arranged to meet at a very discreet teahouse, where there were no security cameras and no one would notice.

When they met, Shen Su was wearing a simple shirt, his demeanor gentle yet his character dignified; one could tell at a glance that he was the kind of person who had dedicated his life to the country. Qiu Yingying didn't exchange any pleasantries and directly pushed two velvet boxes in front of him.

"These are the two items I brought back from abroad, which I handed over free of charge."

The moment Shen Su opened the box, his pupils dilated slightly.

Having dealt with cultural relics for many years, he could tell at a glance that this was a genuine ancient artifact, a national treasure lost for many years. He looked up at Qiu Yingying, his eyes filled with respect, but he didn't ask about its origin. He understood that some kindness didn't need to be questioned.

"Thank you." He only said these three words, but they carried immense weight.

"I will personally arrange for them to be stored, restored, and archived, and they will be returned to where they belong."

Qiu Yingying nodded, and the heavy weight in her heart finally lifted completely.

"I have only one request: don't mention my name, don't make it public, and don't give me a reward."

"They belong to the country; I was just passing by and giving them home."

Shen Su gave her a deep look and nodded solemnly:

I promise you.

However, Shen Su knew he couldn't let Qiu Yingying get nothing, so he secretly contacted his superiors to discuss how to reward Qiu Yingying.

There were no formalities, no announcements, no records; it was simply a silent entrustment between gentlemen.

As I stepped out of the teahouse, the sunlight bathed me, so warm it almost brought tears to my eyes.

Qiu Yingying looked up at the sky and smiled softly.

She did it.

She did not betray the trust of the system, the national treasure, or the love in her heart.

She took out her phone and sent Meng Yanchen a message:

"Yan Chen, I've accomplished something very important and something I'm very proud of. Now, I'm going home to see you."

Less than three minutes later, Meng Yanchen called directly, his voice so gentle it could melt your heart:

Send me your location, I'll come pick you up.

Qiu Yingying couldn't help but smile.

By the time she stood by the roadside, Meng Yanchen's car had already come to a smooth stop in front of her. He opened the car door and immediately saw the ease and light in her eyes, and his heart softened instantly.

He didn't ask any details, but simply got out of the car and pulled her tightly into his arms.

This hug was steady, strong, and reassuring.

"You've worked hard." He lowered his head, his chin gently resting on the top of her head, his voice deep and doting. "No matter what you've done, I'm proud of you."

Qiu Yingying buried her face in his chest, listening to his familiar heartbeat, her eyes slightly warm.

She couldn't tell him all her secrets, but he gently accepted all her unspoken words.

Meng Yanchen gently lifted her face, wiping away the moisture from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips, his gaze as tender as a whole starry sky. He slowly lowered his head, his lips gently brushing against her forehead and between her brows, finally resting on her lips, soft, precious, and lingering.

A gentle breeze blows, the sun shines brightly, my beloved is by my side, and I feel an open and proud heart.

Qiu Yingying closed her eyes, reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, responding to the extremely tender kiss.

No need to speak, no need to explain.

You understand my unspoken words, and I understand your silent responsibility.

The national treasures that have returned to China will see the light of day again in museums.

And her love will grow alongside his year after year.