Qiu Yingying is reborn and bound to a learning system.

On a Saturday afternoon, the warm yellow light of the Western restaurant mingled with the piano lacquer tabletops, and the melodious sound of a violin flowed gently through the air. Qiu Yingying arrived half an hour early, her black workwear suit accentuating her sleek figure. Her high ponytail was tied back, and she wore oversized sunglasses that almost covered half of her face.

She didn't dare head straight for the window seat that Andy and Qi Dian had agreed upon, but instead chose a seat diagonally behind them—a spot where she could clearly observe their every move without being easily spotted. She sat up straight, elbows on the table, fingertips casually tapping the rim of her glass, looking every bit the "cool and aloof woman," exuding a cunning and elusive charm.

At 2:55, Andy appeared on time, wearing a simple beige dress, her long hair flowing over her shoulders, exuding a cool yet gentle aura. Following closely behind was Qi Dian, dressed in a well-pressed shirt and trousers, of medium build, who was noticeably shorter than Andy by half a head. His eyes behind his glasses darted around, and his gaze on Andy carried a hint of deliberate warmth.

As soon as the two sat down, Qi Dian couldn't wait to speak: "Andy, I've actually been watching you for a long time, your professional abilities..."

Qiu Yingying's ears immediately perked up, and her fingers gripped the tablecloth tightly. Just as Qi Dian was about to launch into "in-depth conversation," she suddenly stood up, deliberately kicking a chair leg to make a soft thud. Then she took off her sunglasses, revealing a pair of bright, sparkling eyes, and waved to Andy with a look of "surprise": "Sister Andy! What a coincidence, you're eating here too!"

Andy turned around at the sound and saw Qiu Yingying's cool and stylish outfit, coupled with her pretentious expression, and couldn't help but curl her lips into a smile. Qi Dian frowned, clearly quite displeased with this sudden "chance encounter."

"Yingying? What a coincidence." Andy smiled and waved. "Want to sit with us?"

Andy knew that Qiu Yingying and Qu Xiaoxiao had been acting strangely these past few days, always getting together and plotting something. It turned out they were planning to cause some minor trouble. Andy could only sigh helplessly.

"Okay, okay!" Qiu Yingying immediately seized the opportunity, grabbed her bag, and moved over to sit next to Andy without any hesitation. She even glanced at Qi Dian with a naive look on her face. "Hello, Uncle, I'm Andy's friend. I just happened to be here to check in today. I hope I'm not bothering you?"

Qi Dian felt a tightness in his chest, but could only force a smile and nod, "I won't bother you."

After settling in, Qiu Yingying pushed her sunglasses up her head and instantly switched into "talkative sidekick" mode. Whenever Qi Dian tried to pry into Andy's past, work, or even casually mentioned, "You don't seem to like crowds," Qiu Yingying would immediately activate her skill and precisely change the subject.

"Uncle, you said Andy likes quiet? No way!" She rummaged through the menu, her voice clear and bright. "We went out for hot pot together a few days ago, and Andy can eat so much spicy food, even more than me!"

Qi Dian's face stiffened, and he was about to retort when Qiu Yingying interrupted, "Oh, right, I heard the steak at this restaurant is just so-so. How about we go get some street food later? I know a really good one with huge skewers!"

As she spoke, she secretly kicked Andy's shoe with her foot, making faces like a mischievous little black cat, rolling around but all fluffy. Andy was amused by her, his heart softening, and he couldn't hide the smile in his eyes. He thought this little girl was so clever and adorable.

Qiu Yingying kept making small, fidgety moves. One moment she "accidentally" knocked over her knife and fork, the clattering sound interrupting Qi Dian's conversation; the next she pretended to be thirsty, slamming her homemade plum juice bottle onto the table with a "thud," the colorful bottle clashing jarringly with the sophistication of the Western restaurant; and even when Qi Dian praised Andy for looking "gentle and graceful in flats," she immediately chimed in, "Andy looks so much better in heels! She has such an aura! Last time she wore stilettos, she was half a head taller than me, so cool!"

Qi Dian's expression grew increasingly grim, while Qiu Yingying remained completely innocent, leaving no room for criticism. This chaotic and disruptive behavior not only made Qi Dian uneasy but also attracted the attention of the people at the next table.

Two men sat at the next table. The one by the window wore a well-tailored dark gray suit and had a tall, slender figure. His features were deep and defined, with a high nose bridge and thin lips pressed into a straight line. His brows and eyes exuded an innate nobility and aloofness. Stray hairs fell obediently across his forehead, making his eyes appear even more serene, like obsidian immersed in a cold pool. This was Meng Yanchen, who was holding a coffee cup. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the girl behind him, who seemed to be stealing glances—sometimes peeking from behind the chair, sometimes openly causing trouble. Her feigned fierceness, yet full of flaws, made his fingers tighten slightly around the coffee cup. He hadn't wanted to look, but she really reminded him of the stray kitten he had secretly fed as a child, one he had longed to keep but his mother wouldn't allow. A barely perceptible smile curved his lips before he quickly regained his usual indifference.

The man sitting opposite Meng Yanchen was a completely different kind of stunningly handsome man. He wore a simple black crew-neck T-shirt that outlined his smooth, muscular shoulders and back, revealing a broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted figure. His face was extremely handsome, with sword-like eyebrows that slanted upwards, and slightly upturned eyes that carried a hint of roguishness. When he smiled, a shallow dimple would appear at the corner of his mouth, instantly softening the sharpness between his brows. He had the strikingly handsome features of Huang Zongze, yet possessed an aura of righteousness that somehow tempered his flamboyant good looks. On his wrist was a Patek Philippe platinum watch, its dial understated yet luxurious, clearly indicating its high value and silently proclaiming his wealth. He was Liang Jiaozhou, also a second-generation rich kid. After retiring from the military, he founded a software company that was now a leader in the industry, possessing considerable wealth yet maintaining a low profile.

He had been listening casually to Meng Yanchen discuss the cooperation, but when his gaze inadvertently swept over Andy, he suddenly froze. Andy's aloof demeanor, like a beam of cool moonlight, struck his heart, making it skip a beat. He instinctively straightened his back, slightly raising his wrist; the expensive watch on his wrist gleamed faintly under the light. But he immediately lowered his eyes, picked up his water glass, took a sip, and used the act of drinking to conceal the flutter in his eyes, his ear tips quietly turning red.

Meng Yanchen took in his reaction, glanced at him indifferently, said nothing, and then looked back at Qiu Yingying. Qiu Yingying was still focused on "causing trouble" and didn't notice the two very different glances from the next table that were fixed on their table.