Qiu Yingying is reborn and bound to a learning system.

The car drove into the night and stopped in front of the Hilton.

The waiter bowed and waited. Meng Yanchen got out of the car first, went around to the back seat and opened the car door for his parents with smooth movements.

As you enter the lobby, the melodious sound of a violin flows gently. The account manager is standing at the entrance of the private room corridor, about to lead the way.

Meng Yanchen's gaze inadvertently fell upon the light and shadow at the elevator entrance—Qiu Yingying was walking out side by side with four friends. She wore a champagne-colored satin slip dress with a light camel-colored knitted cardigan over it. The hem of the dress draped down to her ankles, accentuating her slender figure. What was most eye-catching was her loose, long, brown curly hair, casually draped behind her, the ends of which had a natural curve, making her small face appear even smaller. When her eyebrows curved, her eyes held a faint smile, sweet but not cloying, elegant but not vulgar—she was a truly exquisite and radiant beauty.

Meng Yanchen stopped in his tracks, his fingers unconsciously clenching. CEO Meng's crush had arrived! He gasped, even his breathing slowed.

"Meng Yanchen?" Qiu Yingying saw him too, her eyes lit up, and she walked towards him with light steps, while her sisters behind her curiously peeked out. As she walked, her long hair swayed gently, and her skirt swayed slightly with each step, exuding a graceful beauty in every gesture.

"Yingying." Meng Yanchen's voice was much gentler than usual, and the corners of his tightly pressed lips unconsciously lifted. His gaze remained fixed on her face, unable to look away for even a moment. "You're here to eat too?"

"Yes!" Qiu Yingying walked up to him and then noticed Fu Wenying and Meng Huaijin beside him. Meng Yanchen introduced them to each other, and Qiu Yingying immediately suppressed her smile, nodded slightly, and said politely yet generously, "Hello, Uncle and Aunt." Her voice was sweet, and her pace was neither too fast nor too slow, with just the right amount of respect and without any awkwardness. Meng Yanchen's parents also greeted her.

Fu Wenying and Meng Huaijin's eyes lit up almost simultaneously. They subconsciously exchanged a glance, both seeing amazement in each other's eyes. This girl possessed both sweetness and intellect. Her eyes were as clear as a spring, her features were bright yet understated, her champagne-colored dress made her skin look like snow, and her long brown curly hair added a touch of languid charm. It would not be an exaggeration to call her a top-tier beauty.

Qiu Yingying smiled and waved her hand gracefully, "I came with friends today, so I won't disturb your meal, Uncle and Aunt. Meng Yanchen, we'll talk later." As she spoke, she smiled at Meng Yanchen again, a smile that seemed to carry warmth, landing on Meng Yanchen's heart and making his heart pound.

"Okay." Meng Yanchen watched her turn and leave, her skirt swaying gracefully, until her figure disappeared at the end of the corridor before slowly withdrawing his gaze, the lingering affection in his eyes still not dissipating.

This scene unfolded perfectly before Fu Wenying and Meng Huaijin's eyes. The couple exchanged another glance, both seeing understanding in each other's eyes. Fu Wenying even subtly gave Meng Huaijin a knowing look, a smile playing on her lips.

As we entered the private room, a waiter slowly pushed a food cart in, carrying silver-covered plates in white gloves, his movements so gentle they were almost silent.

Meng Yanchen gestured to the waiter to serve the dishes, which exuded understated luxury: the first dish served was chilled grouper, with the fish meat as thin as cicada wings laid on crushed ice, garnished with perilla leaves and lemon slices, and the texture of the fish was white and translucent. The waiter poured citrus sauce on it on the spot, and the sweet and sour aroma instantly spread.

Next came braised goose feet with South African dried abalone. The abalone meat was thick and plump, with a bright red color, and it was soaked in the essence of abalone sauce. It was layered with goose feet that were stewed until they were soft and tender and fell off the bone. The sauce was so thick that it could be pulled into delicate threads. Then came the king crab baked in golden broth. The huge crab legs were neatly cut open, wrapped in golden cheese and baked until slightly charred. The golden broth was made by simmering old chicken, ham and dried scallops for eight hours. It was rich and fragrant. When poured over the crab meat, the creamy aroma of the cheese and the sweetness of the crab meat blended perfectly.

Finally, the clear stewed fish maw and sea cucumber soup was served. The soup was as clear as amber, the fish maw was soft and chewy, and the sea cucumber was thick and firm. The soup relied solely on the natural freshness of the ingredients to support the entire dish.

[I've never eaten it, this is all made up. Poverty limits the author's imagination. I've only ever had sweet and sour pork ribs.]

Fu Wenying picked up a piece of grouper with her silver chopsticks. The sweet and fresh taste melted in her mouth and spread on her tongue, but her mind was not on the dish. She couldn't help but say, "That girl just now really caught my eye. Meng Yanchen, don't you think so?"

Meng Yanchen was scooping fish maw with a silver spoon when he heard this. He paused, looked up at his mother, and his eyes were full of surprise.

"She's truly outstanding in appearance," Fu Wenying recalled carefully, her tone full of praise. "Not the kind of gaudy beauty, but the kind that grows on you. Sweet and charming, just pleasing to the eye."

Meng Huaijin put down her spoon and chimed in, "She's truly rare. Not only is she beautiful, but she's also poised and graceful. She greeted us warmly and spoke softly and gently, neither servile nor arrogant, without the frivolity often seen in young women. She's clearly a well-mannered and thoughtful girl. Her eyes are clear and bright, without any of those messy thoughts. Such a girl is very rare."

The two men looked at Meng Yanchen at the same time, clearly understanding their son's thoughts.

"I thought...you wouldn't agree." Meng Yanchen knew he couldn't hide it from his parents, and his voice carried a hint of disbelief. In his mind, his parents always valued marriage between people of similar social standing.

"Disagree?" Fu Wenying raised an eyebrow as if she had heard something absurd. "Why should we disagree? As long as it's not someone like Song Yan, what's there to object to?"

Mentioning Song Yan, Meng Huaijin's face darkened, and his tone became more serious: "The reason I opposed Xu Qin being with him was never because he was poor, but because of him. Look at Xu Qin, she lives in an old rented room with him, and she has to do laundry, cook, and do housework every day. She rarely even washed dishes at our house before, but with him she has to do everything herself. That's not living a normal life, that's being wronged, that's dragging down her quality of life."

"We're not being materialistic or prejudiced," Fu Wenying continued, her tone sincere. "We don't want our daughter to go into 'poverty alleviation' work, not because we're afraid she'll suffer, but because we're afraid she'll misplace her sincerity. Xu Qin is someone we raised ourselves. Although she's not our biological daughter, we've never skimped on her food, clothing, or other necessities. We hope that the person she finds will love and protect her, and give her a better life, not someone she has to compromise and sacrifice for, only to lose herself in the end."

Meng Yanchen remained silent, feeling a pang of unease as he recalled Xu Qin's resolute decision to break with her family for Song Yan's sake.

"If Xu Qin chooses someone, even if they come from an ordinary family, but are of good character, responsible, and ambitious, even if they are currently poor, we will not object. We have the resources to help them."

Meng Huaijin sighed, "But Song Yan is different. He has a stubborn and violent streak in his bones. Even in high school, he didn't know how to respect people or cherish Xu Qin. How could we entrust our daughter to someone like that? Our daughter has left her luxurious home to do housework and suffer. Which parent could bear that? We only hope she can be happy."

Fu Wenying nodded, then changed the subject, looking at Meng Yanchen with a much gentler tone: "Guokun Group was built step by step by your father and me, relying on solid strength and reputation. We've never needed to consolidate our position through marriage. Our family's wealth is enough for you and your future wife to live a life of comfort and security. You don't need to exchange anything through marriage."

"So, the person you're looking for doesn't need to have a prestigious family background or an outstanding background," Meng Huaijin looked at his son, his eyes gentle yet firm. "As long as they have decent character, a kind heart, get along with you, and are genuinely good to you, that's enough. That girl from earlier was quite good; she was beautiful, had a good temperament, and was well-mannered. If you really like her, then make the most of it."

"I was strict with you before because I was afraid you'd go astray or stumble," Fu Wenying's tone lacked its former domineering edge, replaced only by a mother's expectations for her son. "Now that you're grown up, you have your own judgment and choices, and we trust your judgment. As long as it's someone you love, as long as you're happy, we'll only be happy for you. After all, when we had a child, our initial hope was simply for him to grow up safe and happy."

Meng Yanchen stared blankly at his parents, his heart filled with a warm feeling. He had always thought that his parents' love was heavy and conditional, but he never expected that they would have such clear-headed ideas about marriage and relationships. The social status and class differences that he had worried about were not as important as the word "happiness" in his parents' eyes.

"You..." His throat tightened, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

"Silly child," Fu Wenying said, a hint of a smile flashing in her eyes as she looked at his moved expression, "we are your parents, not your enemies. Would we ever harm you?"

Meng Huaijin patted him on the shoulder: "Go ahead and pursue it with confidence. As long as you're determined, your parents will support you. If there's anything we can help you with, just let us know."

The waiter quietly refilled the tea and then silently left, leaving only the Meng family of three behind.

Fu Wenying put down her silver chopsticks, gently dabbed her lips with a napkin, and looked at Meng Yanchen with a seemingly casual yet undeniably scrutinizing gaze: "You said you've been pursuing him all along, so let me ask you something."

She paused, then spoke slowly and deliberately, as if discussing a contractually binding clause: "Have you ever formally confessed your feelings?"

Meng Yanchen's fingers tightened slightly on his wine glass; the coolness of the glass seeped through his fingertips, yet he felt his ears burning. He opened his mouth, his voice lowering slightly: "No."

"No?" Fu Wenying raised an eyebrow, as if she had heard something unbelievable, and her voice rose slightly. "You call this pursuing someone?"

A mother's love suddenly collapsed like a landslide!

Meng Huaijin coughed lightly, trying to ease the tension: "Relationships don't necessarily have to be rushed."

"Don't speak up for him." Fu Wenying glanced at him, and Meng Huaijin immediately shut his mouth, picking up his teacup and pretending to concentrate on drinking tea.

Fu Wenying turned her gaze back to Meng Yanchen, her eyes practically overflowing with disdain: "You've been pursuing her for half a year, and you haven't even said 'I like you' once. What are you waiting for? To wait for the girl to say it herself? Or to wait until someone else wins her over before you regret it?"

Meng Yanchen's Adam's apple bobbed, and he said in a low voice, "I'm afraid it'll be too abrupt and scare her."

"Scared her?" Fu Wenying seemed to laugh in exasperation. "That girl is so generous and poised, she's obviously seen the world. You think she'd be scared by your confession? I think you're the one who's scared."

She bluntly exposed him: "You're just a coward, thin-skinned, wanting to love but not daring to say it, and you call it 'being steady'."

Meng Yanchen's cheeks flushed from what he was being said, but he couldn't refute it. He could only purse his lips and unconsciously rub the rim of his cup with his fingers.

Looking at him like this, Fu Wenying grew angrier and angrier. She simply put down her chopsticks, crossed her arms, and said, "Let me tell you, Meng Yanchen, this isn't how you show affection."

"You invite her to dinner, help her with work problems, and take care of her in daily life—these are all good things, they really add points." She admitted it readily, then changed the subject, "But friends can do these things too. If you don't make things clear, she'll always just see you as a 'good friend'."

She emphasized the words "good friend," her disdain almost palpable: "You think just because we eat and chat every day, she knows you want to be in a relationship? Do you think she can read your mind?"

Meng Yanchen was speechless, and could only whisper, "I will find a suitable opportunity."

"Opportunity?" Fu Wenying sneered. "Opportunities are created by oneself, not fallen from the sky. If you keep dragging this out, the opportunity will become someone else's."

She looked at her son, her eyes filled with disappointment: "You, so decisive and efficient at work, how come you're so clueless when it comes to relationships?"

She couldn't even find the right words to describe it, and finally blurted out with disdain, "You can't even win over a wife, I'm worried for you."

Meng Huaijin, who was listening nearby, couldn't help but chuckle, but dared not laugh out loud. He could only lower his head and shrug his shoulders slightly.

Fu Wenying spotted it immediately and glared at her: "What are you laughing at? If I hadn't agreed back then, do you think you could have caught up with me?"

Meng Huaijin immediately straightened his posture and said seriously, "Yes, yes, you are right."

Fu Wenying then turned her gaze away and continued to scold her son: "Let me tell you, Meng Yanchen, from today onwards, you'd better show some action. If you don't know how, ask your father."

She held up one finger and said seriously, "First, find a formal occasion and confess your feelings to the girl in person."

"Second, make your intentions clear and avoid ambiguity or vagueness."

"Third, show her your sincerity and let her know that you're not just playing around, but that you seriously want to spend your life with her."

She paused, then added, her tone carrying an undeniable force: "If you can't do these three things, then don't call yourself my son."