Qiu Yingying is reborn and bound to a learning system.

In the banquet hall of the industry gala, crystal chandeliers refracted countless points of light, and the elegant attire and graceful figures created a scene of prosperity and splendor.

Qiu Yingying did not come voluntarily, but was chosen by the company to represent them. She wore a deep sea blue velvet dress, the cut of which fit her figure perfectly, outlining her slender curves. The small diamonds adorning the neckline shimmered under the lights, making her skin appear even whiter and her neck slender and long. She also wore a complete set of jewelry that she had collected through the system, which was obviously very valuable.

Her long hair was loosely tied into a low bun, with a few stray strands falling naturally, which was both dignified and added a touch of gentleness.

This wasn't her first time dealing with such an occasion. The countless social etiquette tutorials stored in the system's database had already ingrained her composure into her demeanor. Holding a glass of champagne, she stood in a corner, neither appearing awkward nor trying to blend into the noise, but simply observing the scene quietly. Her eyes were clear, her posture elegant, and her every move graceful and poised, exuding a unique and distinctive charm.

Her gaze swept unintentionally over the crowd, then she listlessly looked away.

Meng Yanchen stood not far away by the champagne tower. His dark gray tailored suit accentuated his straight shoulders and upright posture; every detail was perfectly tailored, exuding the nobility and composure of a mature man. The light fell on his profile, casting a sharp shadow on his high nose bridge, highlighting his clean and defined jawline, slightly pursed thin lips, and calm, deep eyes, giving him an aura of unapproachability.

Qiu Yingying was instinctively powerless against Meng Yanchen's appearance. When she was young, her favorite character in romance novels was the gentle and refined white-robed prince, and his temperament, his gentle and jade-like appearance, was not much different from her ideal type when she was young.

That kind of good looks isn't flamboyant, but rather a refined and steady charm that comes from time to time, so clean it makes your heart flutter.

His eyes were long and narrow with slightly upturned corners, and when he looked at someone, he seemed to be able to see right through them; his eyelashes were thick, and when he looked down, they cast a small shadow under his eyelids, adding a touch of gentleness; and his hands, with long, slender fingers, distinct knuckles, and neatly trimmed nails, were now casually twirling a champagne glass, his movements as elegant as a scene from a magazine.

This physiological attraction was too direct. Even though she had been systematically trained and was already able to deal with all kinds of emergencies, her body's instinctive reaction could not lie.

"Miss Qiu?"

A familiar, deep voice sounded in her ear, and Qiu Yingying snapped out of her daze, her eyes meeting Meng Yanchen's deep gaze. He had somehow appeared in front of her, his gaze lingering on her for a couple of seconds, a fleeting, almost imperceptible look of amazement flashing in his eyes, which he quickly concealed, transforming into a gentle smile: "I didn't expect to run into you here."

"President Meng," Qiu Yingying nodded in response, her voice steady and her tone appropriate, without the slightest hint of panic. "I am the company's representative." Her gaze met his eyes frankly, neither shy nor deliberately avoiding them, her demeanor perfectly poised and graceful.

Meng Yanchen's gaze fell on her again, from her deep blue dress to her composed demeanor, and he slowly said, "Blue suits you very well."

The simple compliment made Qiu Yingying's heart beat a little faster for no apparent reason. She maintained her composure and replied calmly, "Thank you for your kind words, Mr. Meng."

At that moment, the soothing waltz music began to play, and people gradually entered the center of the dance floor. Meng Yanchen glanced at the dance floor, then turned his gaze back to her, slightly bowing in a standard invitation gesture, palm up, his tone polite and gentlemanly: "Miss Qiu, would you do me the honor of dancing with me?"

His voice was deep and pleasant, with a touch of magnetism, and felt exceptionally comfortable in her ear. Qiu Yingying didn't hesitate; she gently placed her fingertips on his palm and said calmly, "Of course."

The moment their fingertips touched, the familiar sensation sent shivers down their spines. His palm was warm and dry, enveloping hers with a gentle yet firm touch. Meng Yanchen naturally wrapped his arm around her waist, his fingers feeling as if they had been burned—so delicate, the movement natural and graceful, without the slightest hint of offense. The distinct warmth of his hand through her velvet dress stirred subtle ripples in her heart.

The two stepped onto the dance floor. Meng Yanchen's dance steps were steady and fluid, with an excellent sense of rhythm. Qiu Yingying followed closely behind, her steps light and composed. The dance steps she had learned systematically allowed her to handle the situation with ease, and her coordination with him was so perfect that it seemed as if they had practiced a thousand times. She slightly raised her head, her gaze falling on the tie on his chest. Her posture was upright, her expression calm, without the slightest hint of awkwardness.

Gradually, people around them began to look at them.

"That must be President Meng of the Meng Group, right? He certainly has an extraordinary presence."

"Who is that lady next to him? She has such a wonderful presence! Her blue dress is absolutely stunning."

"She's beautiful and has a graceful demeanor. Standing next to President Meng, they're a perfect match—a handsome couple!"

"You bet they are. Look at how they dance, they're a match made in heaven."

Whispers drifted through the air, and Qiu Yingying heard them clearly. She maintained her polite smile, but her heart felt like it had been pounded with a pebble. The words "handsome man and beautiful woman," "perfect match," made her inexplicably flustered, and that physical attraction quietly resurfaced.

She loved the faint scent of cedarwood on him, mixed with the aroma of champagne, which made her feel at ease; she loved the warm and strong hand around her waist, which carried a trustworthy strength; she loved the warm touch of his breath brushing against her ear when he was close, which made her feel a slight tingling sensation all over her body; and she loved even more his deep eyes, which, when they looked at her intently, made it seem as if the whole world had shrunk down to just the two of them.

This attraction is pure and direct, regardless of his status or position; it is simply a physical, instinctive attraction.

Meng Yanchen glanced down at her, noticing her composed demeanor and the perfectly timed smile on her lips. His admiration deepened. He could clearly sense her poise and grace, and he could also feel her body unconsciously drawing closer. That subtle reaction stirred a strange joy within him. Being with her was comfortable; there was neither deliberate flattery nor excessive distance. This perfect distance was something he cherished.

When the song ended, Meng Yanchen released her hand with elegant and graceful movements: "Thank you, Miss Qiu. It was a pleasure dancing with you."

"Mr. Meng, you're too kind." Qiu Yingying nodded in response, but the warmth of his touch still lingered on her fingertips, and her heartbeat had not yet completely calmed down.

Back in her seat, she picked up her water glass and took a sip, trying to suppress the pounding in her heart.

"Host, you did a fantastic job just now! You didn't seem nervous at all!" Duo Duo's soft voice suddenly rang in my mind. "But you can't hide your racing heart from me! Your feelings for President Meng are purely physical! He's so handsome, he's totally your type!"

Qiu Yingying's cheeks flushed slightly, and she retorted inwardly, "Don't talk nonsense, I'm just fulfilling my social etiquette."

"Does performing the etiquette make your heart race? Do you subconsciously want to get closer to him?" Duoduo pouted. "Host, just admit it! You're attracted to his appearance, and that feeling of wanting to get closer is impossible to hide!"

Qiu Yingying didn't say anything, but she couldn't deny it in her heart.

She was indeed powerless against Meng Yanchen's appearance; her physical attraction was too direct. But reason quickly brought her back.

He was the president of the Meng Group, a man at the top of the pyramid, frequenting occasions she needed to consciously adapt to, and surrounded by celebrities and dignitaries. She, on the other hand, was just a girl from an ordinary family. Even though she had received systematic training to handle social situations, the inherent class difference could not be ignored. She didn't like overly complicated environments and just wanted to live a happy life.

Because of her past experiences, she doesn't think about marriage, having children, or a long-term relationship. She has enough money to live on and be happy for the rest of her life. She is more afraid that she will become like before, hysterical and crazy when she falls in love.

"Host, you're thinking about useless things again!" Duoduo exclaimed impatiently. "Relationships are meant to be enjoyed! You'll be going to other worlds to do missions later! Ancient princes, immortal cultivators, female-dominated worlds with male concubines, profound emperors—what kind of handsome men won't you meet? Are you just going to sit around and look at them?"

"It's different," Qiu Yingying said softly. "This is my real life now. I can't afford to waste time, and I don't dare to gamble."

Qiu Yingying was still listening, but upon hearing this, she felt a shameful flutter in her heart.

Ancient princes.

Immortal Cultivator.

Female supremacy and male concubines.

A profound and brooding emperor.

These words flashed through her mind like images.

She imagined herself dressed in ancient costume, being held in the palm of a gentle prince's hand; she imagined a cold and aloof immortal descending to the mortal realm just to see her; she imagined a handsome male concubine kneeling before her, his eyes filled with adoration; she imagined a profound emperor embracing her and whispering, "I would give up everything for you."

Qiu Yingying quickly reached out and slapped her head. Stop thinking about it, stop thinking about it! Wake up, you greedy girl!

She even felt her cheeks getting hot.

and many more.

What is she doing?

Qiu Yingying's face flushed even more. She said, "No, no, I'm so embarrassed," but her heart was stirred as if she had been persuaded. It was like receiving red envelopes during Chinese New Year when she was a child. She would say no, but her hand would have already secretly reached out, and she would be secretly looking forward to it.

She admitted that Meng Yanchen's approach stirred her heart; the physical attraction was pure and direct. But reason always pulled her back in time. She knew clearly that attraction was one thing, and whether it could last was another. Rather than ending up unhappy due to class differences or family conflicts, it was better to remain clear-headed from the beginning and not harbor unwarranted expectations.

Not far away, Meng Yanchen's gaze remained fixed on her. Her composure and poise during the dance, and the subtle reactions she unintentionally revealed, only intensified his admiration. He loved her elegance and grace, her unhurriedness, and especially her closeness. She added a touch of vibrant color to his otherwise routine life, an experience he had never had before.