Qiu Yingying is reborn and bound to a learning system.

On the weekend, the Meng family's old house was bathed in sunshine, and the warm light fell on the green plants on the solid wood table, filling the air with a fragrant aroma.

Fu Wenying and Qiu Yingying were discussing the new quarter's plans for their live-streaming company, the current social situation, the economic situation, and their conversation ranging from supply chain to IP incubation. The more they talked, the more they clicked.

Meng Huaijin sat to the side reading financial newspapers, occasionally offering a few pertinent suggestions.

Meng Yanchen quietly peeled an orange, handing it segment by segment to Qiu Yingying, his eyes filled with undisguised tenderness.

The two had been dating for many years and were widely recognized as a perfect couple in the industry. Qiu Yingying rose from a small-time entrepreneur to become the founder of a leading live-streaming company, making her a household name in the business world.

Meng Yanchen took charge of Guokun Group, steadily expanding its territory.

The online fan forums for the two are always bustling with activity. Both of them are top-notch in terms of ability and career, making them a favorite among fans. Even financial media often write about them and their glorious years.

Fu Wenying genuinely admires Qiu Yingying, who has none of the airs of a wealthy elder. In her heart, a girl like Qiu Yingying is very similar to herself. The two career-oriented women appreciate each other and often invest and do charity work together.

The two are more like business partners, food enthusiasts, and close friends.

Actually, when Xu Qin and Song Yan first came to his door to cause trouble, Meng Yanchen was really annoyed.

At that time, he still cherished the bond he had formed since childhood, feeling that she was, after all, his younger sister whom he had grown up with. Occasionally, he would feel depressed and suffocated, but fortunately, Qiu Yingying was by his side, preventing him from being dragged down by his bad mood.

As the incidents repeated themselves, she would demand money one day, resources the next, and then cry and say that the whole world had wronged her, accusing the Meng family of interfering with Song Yan's future. The last vestiges of family affection in Meng Yanchen's heart were completely worn away.

Now, the two of them don't even flinch at the commotion outside the door; they're completely numb, even a little relaxed, like they're watching a spectacle.

Qiu Yingying saw it all more clearly.

At first, she felt sorry for the Meng family and thought it wasn't worth it. But after seeing it so many times, she figured out the pattern. These two were always arguing, using the same few lines and the same faces over and over again; they didn't even bother to change the script.

So this time, as soon as the maid came in to report, Qiu Yingying casually grabbed a bag of plain sunflower seeds from next to the fruit plate and tore open the packaging with a click.

Meng Yanchen even thoughtfully handed her a small porcelain dish to hold the sunflower seed shells, and he also grabbed a small handful of sunflower seeds himself.

"Don't stop them, let them in."

Meng Yanchen spoke in a calm tone, as if he were talking about something trivial.

Qiu Yingying was secretly overjoyed: Here they come, the regular guest has arrived! I'm guessing it'll be a disaster + playing the victim + asking the Meng family to bail them out, I could recite the script by heart!

The commotion outside the courtyard gate grew closer and closer, and then the gate was pushed open.

Xu Qin was holding a little girl, her face haggard and resentful, with lingering dark circles under her eyes, and half of her face covered with an unnaturally thick layer of foundation, like a layer of paint on a wall. There was also a red mark on the corner of her mouth that hadn't been covered up.

Song Yan followed behind, exuding a menacing aura. His hair was greasy and matted, and his jacket was wrinkled. As soon as he entered, he raised his voice: "Uncle Meng, Auntie, we need an explanation today!"

Qiu Yingying leaned back on the sofa, cracking sunflower seeds with a crisp, rhythmic sound. She glanced at the two men, neither getting up nor showing any anger or even emotional fluctuation; she was practically ready to sit back and watch the show. Meng Yanchen followed suit, cracking sunflower seeds too. The two exchanged a look, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

My inner monologue was frantically gossiping: Wow, look at that face, did he get into another fight last night? What a jerk, look at that thick foundation, is he trying to cover up the handprint?

Meng Yanchen naturally moved closer to her, handed her a glass of warm water, and didn't linger on the two people at the door for even a second, his attention was entirely on the person next to him.

Meng Huaijin put down the newspaper, his expression calm and composed: "We do not welcome you in our home. Please leave if you have something to do."

Fu Wenying picked up her teacup, gently blew away the foam, and spoke in a tone as if she were talking about something insignificant: "Over the years, we've made a fuss and argued all we've done. Aren't you tired? We're all tired of watching. Not a single thing belonging to the Meng family has anything to do with you."

Xu Qin's face flushed red as she hugged the child and leaned forward, tears streaming down her face. "I'm a member of the Meng family too! I've caused a huge disaster, you can't abandon me!"

Song Yan slammed a file folder on the coffee table: "She caused a medical accident during surgery! She left gauze inside the patient's abdomen! The family is threatening to sue her and have her jailed! Your Meng family has to step in and settle this!"

The faces of the people in the room all darkened.

Qiu Yingying put down the sunflower seeds, her voice calm yet clear: "Medical malpractice and the use of gauze to cover up a child's unborn child are matters of life and death, not things that can be settled by simply 'smoothing' them away."

Inner monologue: This is terrible, another life-or-death disaster. They really dare to cause trouble.

"What do you know!" Song Yan roared back on the spot, "Your Meng family is rich and powerful, why don't you just spend some money and find some people to suppress this matter?"

Meng Yanchen's eyes turned cold: "Suppress it? Let the victim swallow her anger, and let the one who made the mistake continue to run away? You think that's helping her?"

Xu Qin's shoulders trembled as she cried, her words incoherent: "I didn't mean to... I really didn't mean to... The hospital has been targeting me ever since the earthquake..."

During earthquake relief efforts, Xu Qin, due to emotional instability and misjudgment, nearly performed a surgical dissection on a trapped pregnant woman. If it weren't for the timely intervention of a senior doctor on site, the consequences would have been unimaginable. Afterwards, a conscientious doctor in the medical team, unable to bear witnessing her dereliction of duty, directly reported her by name.

After that, her treatment at the hospital plummeted. Everyone in the hospital knew she had made a major mistake, and her reputation was completely ruined. The hospital gave her a formal punishment: suspension, mandatory retraining, and only after passing an assessment could she be allowed to return to the operating table.

During that time, instead of reflecting and repenting, she was filled with resentment, feeling that everyone was targeting and ostracizing her. She blamed all her misfortunes on the hospital, the Meng family, and fate. She also caused trouble in Qiu Yingying and Meng Yanchen's relationship. During that period, the Meng family almost completely ignored her and even took back the large apartment and car that they had given her.

Having finally returned to work, she continued to do things her own way, treating her job as a mere formality and bringing her emotions into the operating room.

This incident of being born with gauze was not an accident at all.

Hearing this, Qiu Yingying knew perfectly well what kind of life those two were living.

When they got married, they bought a penthouse apartment. They were content to just pay off the mortgage and live a comfortable life. However, Xu Qin was naturally fragile and sensitive. The wind howled loudly on the penthouse at night, and she suffered from chronic neurasthenia, staying awake until dawn, her mind wandering aimlessly. When she finally became pregnant, she dared not live there, fearing she would have a mental breakdown and something terrible would happen.

In the end, the house remained empty, the loan still had to be repaid in full, and life became very difficult. He had no choice but to sheepishly give up the big house and move into an old, dilapidated rental apartment.

Qiu Yingying felt suffocated just imagining that rented room.

It was cramped, dark, with yellowed and peeling paint on the walls, sticky floors, and a strange smell that was always mixed with mold, instant noodles, milk, and sweat.

The lights were dim, the refrigerator hummed, and the kitchen was greasy and black. Song Yan collapsed onto the broken sofa and started watching videos, blasting the sound from the speakers. The children cried, the adults argued, and pots and pans were smashed, making a ruckus from dusk till dawn.

This is the "true love nest" that Xu Qin gave up everything for.

The night before, in this suffocating rented room, my daughter had a low-grade fever and was crying uncontrollably.

Xu Qin held and comforted the child for two whole hours, then asked Song Yan to buy a fever-reducing patch, but he just lay on the sofa scrolling through videos and ignored her completely.

After a few words of argument, Song Yan suddenly exploded, grabbed her arm, and slammed her hard against the wall.

"My dad used to beat my mom when I was little. If a woman doesn't listen, you have to beat her. A beating will make her behave." His eyes were violent, and his tone was icy cold. "Women who are abused deserve it."

Xu Qin wanted to retort, but a crisp, vicious slap landed hard on her face, so forceful that half of her head was ringing and blood immediately seeped from the corner of her mouth. The child in her arms cried heart-wrenchingly, without stopping all night.

She held her feverish daughter, not sleeping a wink all night. She desperately tried to cover the handprint on her face with thick foundation, but the despair in her eyes was impossible to hide.

The next day, as she stood on the operating table, her mind was filled with the slap from the previous night, Song Yan's cold-blooded words, and her child's incessant crying.

Her scalpel trembled in her hand, and she couldn't even remember to carefully count the gauze and instruments she should have. In a daze, she directly sewed the gauze into the patient's abdominal cavity.

By the time they realized what was happening, it was too late.

With nowhere else to turn, she could only hold her child and follow Song Yan into the Meng family home, grasping at this last elusive straw.

"I don't want my license revoked, I don't want to go to jail..." Xu Qin looked at Fu Wenying with teary eyes, "Mom, please, help me..."

Fu Wenying looked at her, her eyes showing no trace of pity, only a calm despair: "During the earthquake, you almost killed someone. The hospital gave you a chance to start over. But what did you do? You treated the lesson as a personal attack, and your dereliction of duty as a grievance. You don't deserve to wear that white coat at all."

Meng Huaijin said in a deep voice, "You will bear the responsibility for the medical malpractice yourself. We can help with compensation once out of goodwill, but it's impossible for the Meng family to help you suppress the truth and distort the facts."

Song Yan immediately exploded: "You guys don't care, huh? Fine! I'll make a scene and let everyone know that the Meng family is refusing to help us in our time of need!"

Qiu Yingying couldn't listen anymore. She stood up, her eyes gleaming coldly, and spoke to Song Yan, word by word:

"You want to cause trouble? Go ahead and cause trouble. Let everyone hear how self-righteous you are, a piece of trash who hits women and treats domestic violence as a matter of course."

Song Yan's face hardened: "Stop talking nonsense!"

"I'm talking nonsense?" Qiu Yingying sneered, her gaze sweeping over the handprint Xu Qin couldn't hide. "The mark on her face, the bruise on her lip, the way she looked like she hadn't slept all night—you dare say you didn't do it?"

"What's it to you if I'm disciplining my wife?"

"This is a matter of people!" Qiu Yingying's voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear. "Domestic violence is illegal, it's wrong, and it's something only the most cowardly and incompetent people do. Your dad hitting your mom is your dad being a bastard, but that's not a reason for you to be a bastard too! No woman deserves to be beaten; only a piece of trash like you would point your fists at your own wife!"

Song Yan's face flushed red and then turned pale as she retorted, "It's none of your business what happens in our family!"

"I interrupted because you're disgusting!" Qiu Yingying retorted, "She suffered from insomnia, a breakdown, and neurasthenia because of you. She even got distracted during surgery and caused serious trouble. Not only did you not care, you hit her, and now you dare to bring her to the Meng family to cause trouble and demand money. Don't you have any shame?"

Everyone thought Xu Qin would follow up with a complaint, but the next second, she suddenly hugged the child tightly, stood forward, and stood firmly in front of Song Yan, her eyes red as she shouted at Qiu Yingying:

"Don't yell at him! It's not his fault! I was disobedient, I annoyed him, and that's why he hit me! He's usually very good to me, it's all my fault!"

The room fell silent after he said that.

Qiu Yingying froze for two seconds, then burst into laughter, her shoulders shaking with rage. She shook her head as she looked at Meng Yanchen.

"I've really seen something new. I'm here standing up for her, and she's willingly protecting the person who hit her."

She rolled her eyes inwardly: This is perfect match, they're definitely locked in, don't let them ruin other people's lives.

Meng Yanchen reached out and pulled her back, afraid that she would get angry, and said calmly, "Don't waste your breath on people who aren't worth it."

Song Yan immediately became smug, putting his arm around Xu Qin with a look of complete confidence.

Xu Qin leaned against him, still shedding tears, yet she still protected him fiercely, as if Qiu Yingying was the bad guy.

Seeing this, Fu Wenying was utterly disappointed: "You see? She chose this path herself, and no one can save her."

Meng Yanchen slowly stood up, his aura overwhelming: "Go ahead and make a scene. Negligence in earthquake rescue, domestic violence, medical malpractice—any one of these, if it comes out, will be enough to ruin your and her reputations."

His gaze swept coldly over Song Yan, his tone devoid of any warmth: "If you dare to cause trouble in the Meng family again, I won't hesitate to let you experience what real trouble is like."

Song Yan was intimidated by his gaze and dared not shout anymore.

Xu Qin wanted to say something more, but the maid politely but firmly asked her to leave. The moment the door closed, the noise and commotion outside were completely shut out.

The old house has regained its tranquility.

Qiu Yingying tossed the sunflower seed shells into a small dish, leaned on Meng Yanchen's shoulder, and laughed with a relaxed yet speechless expression: "Alright, that's the end of today's farce. It was even less interesting than a TV drama, and it made me laugh in anger."

Meng Yanchen lowered his head, his eyes softening with tenderness, and gently ruffled her hair: "Okay, next time they come, we'll prepare some popcorn."

Looking at the two of them leaning on each other, Fu Wenying smiled gently again: "Let's not talk about those spoilsport people. Yingying, let's continue talking about that new project you mentioned last time."

Sunlight streamed in through the window, falling on their clasped hands and into the peaceful, warm years.

People who aren't worth it are a waste of time to even let them affect your mood.