Qiu Yingying is reborn and bound to a learning system.

Qiu Yingying listened intently to Duo Duo's clear and logical analysis, a sense of helplessness gradually rising in her heart. These principles all sounded correct, but putting them into practice was far from easy. Fan Shengmei had been soft-hearted for over twenty years; her deep-seated obsessions couldn't be swayed by a few words or theories.

"These methods are too theoretical," she muttered to herself, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the bed sheet. "If we really want to help Sister Fan get through this, we need to discuss it with Sister Andy and Xiaoxiao again. More people means more ideas, and we'll be able to come up with more practical solutions."

She was thinking of bringing this up at the next gathering when a sudden thought struck her: the matter of Fan Shengmei's parents coming to Shanghai had somehow been pushed to the back of her mind and completely forgotten. She felt like she had forgotten something.

In the days that followed, Qiu Yingying lived a very fulfilling life. During the day, she worked at GG Company, and with the planning skills she learned in the system's self-study room, she won several big orders in a row, earning performance bonuses left and right. At night, she would return to 2202, either immersing herself in the system to study professional courses or editing videos on the computer to take orders. Her keyboard would clatter loudly, and she would often be busy until the early hours of the morning before going to sleep, while still enjoying her own unique time in 2204.

Despite her busy schedule, she never forgot to take care of Fan Shengmei. Every morning when she brought breakfast, she would always include an extra red bean bun and hot soy milk, which Fan Shengmei loved. When passing by a dessert shop, she would buy a box of mango pancakes and knock on Fan Shengmei's door to hand them to her. If she worked late, she would also pack a steaming bowl of beef brisket noodles and watch Fan Shengmei finish it before going back to her room.

Fan Shengmei was initially a little reserved, politely declining a couple of times, but she couldn't resist Qiu Yingying's enthusiasm. Gradually, she also got used to this just-right warmth. Whenever Qiu Yingying handed her hot food, looking at the little girl's smiling face, her heart felt as if it had been warmed by warm water, but her nose couldn't help but tingle.

In her life, she had seen too many hypocritical, despicable men. They were initially attracted by her looks and figure, shamelessly approaching her with sweet words, while their eyes concealed contempt for her background. They wanted her body, wanted her to put on a submissive and ingratiating facade, but they were unwilling to listen to her inner suffering, much less understand her difficulties. If anyone accidentally let slip a little about her family—her good-for-nothing brother, her parents who only knew how to exploit their daughter—their expressions would immediately change, and they would find all sorts of excuses to stay far away, as if she were some kind of monster.

Fan Shengmei wasn't stupid; she had long seen through those people's true colors. She also knew that when she was hiding in her room, whispering on the phone with her family, the little earthworm next door might have overheard snippets of her conversation. Those embarrassing, awkward, and shameful family matters had probably already been heard by that young girl.

But Qiu Yingying didn't ask anything or say anything.

She quietly brought her breakfast, desserts, and saved her a bowl of hot beef brisket noodles. In the most clumsy yet sincere way, she protected her pitiful, shaky self-esteem.

This understanding is more precious than any sweet words.

Fan Shengmei didn't say anything, but her eyes would quietly well up with tears when no one was looking. She had nothing to give back, so she could only silently do more for others.

When Qiu Yingying stayed up late editing videos, she would quietly dim the living room lights and place a cup of warm chrysanthemum tea on the corner of her table; when everyone else slept in on weekends, she would get up early to wipe the grease in the kitchen clean and mop the bathroom floor until it shone; if someone forgot to bring in their clothes that were hanging outside, she would always bring them in and fold them neatly; she would even help Andy move the packages piled up in the entryway into the house and put them away neatly in their respective categories.

She did these small, seemingly insignificant things quietly, yet they added a touch of warmth to the air in room 2202.

That evening, after Qiu Yingying finished editing the last video, she rubbed her sore neck and opened her accounting software. The number on the screen made her smile – total assets of 535 million.

She then opened the real estate listings in her favorites, her gaze landing on a newly opened residential complex near Joy City. The saleswoman had called her yesterday, saying the current average price was 5.5 yuan per square meter.

Qiu Yingying quickly calculated in her mind: a 120-square-meter three-bedroom apartment would cost 660 million yuan. She currently had 535 million yuan. With a little more effort, if she finished the few video projects that were almost complete, plus this month's performance bonus, she could easily afford the down payment and even have some money left over for renovations.

The thought of soon bringing her parents from Yancheng County to Shanghai to live in this spacious and bright house filled Qiu Yingying with a surge of warmth. Her parents ran a small business in the county, working tirelessly from dawn till dusk, their hands calloused and cracked from years of exposure to the elements. Over the years, she had sent money home regularly, buying them new clothes and health supplements, but they remained frugal, only replacing clothes when they were worn out, and always saving the supplements for holidays. In her past life, she was powerless to help her parents through their hardships; in this life, she was determined to relieve them of their burdens and let them enjoy a comfortable retirement.

She clenched her fists, her eyes gleaming brightly.

Buying a house for his parents is the first step; helping Fan Shengmei break free from the shackles of her family of origin is the second step.