Qiu Yingying is reborn and bound to a learning system.

As Liang Jiaoyue emerged from apartment 2201, carrying her helmet, the hallway was so quiet that the faint sound of the elevator could be heard. She closed the door behind her and turned to see a woman standing at the top of the stairs.

Today, Fan Shengmei wore a burgundy satin dress, the fabric clinging to her body and perfectly outlining her waist and hips. Her long hair was loosely pulled back, revealing a section of her fair neck, and the pearl earrings on her earlobes shimmered softly under the light. She had clearly just returned from outside, carrying a delicate little handbag, her whole demeanor radiant yet poised, like a vibrant peony.

Just like Consort Hua in The Legend of Zhen Huan, she was stunningly beautiful.

Liang Jiaoyue paused in her steps.

She had seen beautiful women—by the racetrack, at parties, in all sorts of high-society settings—refined, flamboyant, aloof, you name it. But she had never seen a woman as radiant and poised as the one before her. Her beauty carried the confidence and allure of a mature woman, making her utterly captivating.

Liang Jiaoyue whistled.

The whistle was clear and bright, with a touch of roguishness, and it stood out particularly well in the quiet stairwell.

Fan Shengmei was startled and looked in the direction of the sound, only to meet a pair of incredibly bright eyes.

Liang Jiaoyue leaned against the wall, her black leather jacket open, revealing her white tank top that accentuated her sharp shoulders and collarbone. A black earring in her left ear glittered. She was tall, and her presence exuded a sense of authority, but not in an aggressive way. She was more like a lazy leopard, watching you without actually pouncing, simply finding you interesting.

"Oh." Liang Jiaoyue raised her chin, her voice tinged with amusement, "This lady is quite beautiful."

Her tone was so direct it was almost frivolous, and her gaze swept over Fan Shengmei without any attempt to hide it, yet strangely, it didn't feel offensive. Perhaps it was because her gaze was so open and pure, devoid of any greasy calculation, simply pure appreciation, tinged with youthful exuberance.

Fan Shengmei was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

If it were any other man whistling like that, she would probably frown and mentally categorize him as an "uncultured lecher." But the person in front of her was a girl, and an excessively handsome one at that, so that frivolity became a kind of charmingly wicked charm.

She adjusted her skirt, her smile both polite and charming: "Thank you for the compliment."

Liang Jiaoyue raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised by her reaction. She asked casually, her interest growing stronger, "Does sister live on this floor?"

"Yes, 2202." Fan Shengmei nodded, her gaze falling on the helmet in her hand. She roughly understood what was going on. "You belong to Andy."

"I'm Liang Jiaozhou's cousin, Liang Jiaoyue." She introduced herself crisply, then gestured towards the door of 2201 with her chin, "I just delivered some things to my brother and sister-in-law."

"I see." Fan Shengmei's smile deepened. "My name is Fan Shengmei, and I live next door."

"Fan Shengmei." Liang Jiaoyue repeated the name, as if it sounded natural, or perhaps she deliberately twirled it on her tongue. "She's beautiful, and her name is nice too."

She tilted her head slightly as she spoke, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Combined with her attire and aura, she was the epitome of a rich, handsome, and incredibly dashing gender-swapped scoundrel.

Fan Shengmei felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze, yet inexplicably found it amusing. She had met many suitors and heard countless sweet words, but she had never heard such a straightforward and frank compliment.

"You're so good with words," Fan Shengmei said with a smile, her tone slightly teasing.

"I'm just telling the truth." Liang Jiaoyue shrugged, then suddenly took a half-step forward, closing the distance. A faint smell of gasoline emanated from her, not strong, but quite distinctive. She took out her phone; the screen was lit up with a WeChat QR code. "Sister, want to add each other on WeChat?"

Fan Shengmei was stunned for a moment, not expecting her to be so direct.

"I'll be delivering things here often from now on, so we might run into each other frequently." Liang Jiaoyue waved her phone, her eyes open and honest, without the slightest hesitation. "My brother is very clingy. If he bullies Sister Andy, or if anything happens to you on the 22nd floor, you can come to me."

Her words were half-joking and half-serious, and her protectiveness was unmistakable, which made Fan Shengmei feel a little more favorably toward her.

The girl in front of me seemed wild, but she was actually quite insightful. Knowing that she was Andy's friend, she took the initiative to extend an olive branch, and her reason for asking for her WeChat was also well-reasoned, neither deliberate nor abrupt.

Fan Shengmei smiled, took out her phone, and scanned the QR code. "Sure, let's keep in touch."

"Perfect." Liang Jiaoyue looked at the name "Fan Shengmei" on her phone screen, casually added "Pretty Sister Fan Shengmei 2202" to her contact, waved to her, and said, "I'm leaving now, goodnight, sister."

After saying that, she turned and walked towards the elevator with light steps, whistling off-key. The hem of her black leather jacket swayed gently with her movements, and her back view exuded a dashing air.

The elevator doors slowly closed, shutting out that handsome figure.

Fan Shengmei stood there, looking at the new contact on her phone. The profile picture was of Liang Jiaoyue herself, wearing a racing helmet, only revealing a pair of arrogant eyes, with the neon lights of the racetrack in the background, looking incredibly cool.

She couldn't help but shake her head, but a smile played on her lips.

Carrying her bag, Fan Shengmei walked to the door of 2202, took out her key, and glanced back at the direction of 2201, thinking to herself: This cousin of mine is really a wonderful person, straightforward to the point of being cute, and cool to the point of being arrogant.

Inside the elevator, Liang Jiaoyue leaned against the wall, scrolling quickly through Fan Shengmei's WeChat Moments. Most posts were about daily life, with occasional work-related reflections and photos of her with several girls from the 22nd floor. In every picture, Fan Shengmei smiled brightly and generously.

When Liang Jiaoyue saw the photo of Fan Shengmei drinking, she tapped her fingers on the screen and sent a message: "Sister, how about I treat you to a drink next time?"

The message was sent, and a reply came quickly: "Sure, let's meet up sometime."

Liang Jiaoyue smiled, revealing two small tiger teeth, put her phone back in her pocket, and watched the elevator numbers drop down. Her mood inexplicably improved a lot.

Woman, you've caught my attention. Haha.