Qiu Yingying is reborn and bound to a learning system.

Author's Note: I disliked Qiu Yingying when I was a child, but later, when I was in my twenties and cried countless times out of confusion, I was able to understand and empathize with her. I grew to like Qiu Yingying more and more. She is a small-town girl, like you and like me. We were not born with a silver spoon in our mouths, nor do we have glamorous and captivating appearances, genius-level intelligence, or much smooth-sailing luck. We stumble and fall on the road of life, but we are optimistic and positive. We lose a lot along the way, but we can still get up and move forward. I want to give her a good process and a good outcome, and I also hope that small-town girls like you and me, or other girls, can have more luck in life.

Wishing everyone good health and great wealth!

Welcome to the world of novels, where anything is possible. This is a repository for your mind. Welcome to stay here.

Qiu Yingying's primary focus is on growth and learning, with love as a secondary concern.

Warning: [The male lead has limited screen time in the early stages, but will appear more frequently later. Please be patient.] This story will be longer and will develop gradually.

The female lead matures gradually; she won't suddenly become an unstoppable force.

Summary:

After Qiu Yingying married Ying Qin, family conflicts became acute, she gradually drifted apart from her sisters, and ultimately died. After being reborn, she was bound to a learning system and became a successful woman with a house, a car, and a career.

One day, Qiu Yingying woke up with aches and pains all over her body. Her bare chest was covered with intimate marks. She went to the bathroom to look in the mirror and saw that her lipstick was smeared with kisses. Her body was a mess. Qiu Yingying hurriedly dressed and ran away.

A handsome and elegant man came to her door, wanting to take responsibility for her and insisting on marrying her. He pursued her relentlessly, but she waved her hands repeatedly and refused no matter what.

Ms. Fu Wenying: Disgusting, I can't even win over a wife!

As a new author, thank you for watching and thank you all for your understanding.

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In the sweltering heat of midsummer, the air was thick with the scorching heat of sycamore leaves, mixed with the melancholy unique to graduation season. Half-open suitcases lay scattered on the floor of dormitory 307, along with a pile of unsorted books and clothes, a mess as chaotic as Qiu Yingying's heart at that moment.

She squatted on the ground, her fingertips just touching the booklet with the words "Graduation Certificate" printed in small gold lettering. She was a recent graduate from an ordinary undergraduate program in China. As she stood up to get some water, her finger was scratched by a splinter from the corner of the table.

A sharp pain.

Crimson beads of blood welled up, trickling down her fingertips and dripping onto the jade clasp hanging at her chest. It was a gift from her mother, delivered by train before graduation, a scrap of Hetian jade she'd asked someone to find at the jade market—not worth much, but meant to ensure peace and good fortune. The jade clasp, warm and slightly cool against her skin, seemed to come alive as the warm blood touched it, its dull color shimmering with a faint, soft light that vanished in an instant. She didn't notice that the blood had been completely absorbed, and the words "Loading 30%" faintly appeared in the air.

Qiu Yingying didn't pay attention and just used a tissue to wipe the blood from her fingertips. But the next second, the world spun around her, and her memories of her past life reminded her once again that she was back.

The cold wind from the balcony suddenly rushed into her collar, carrying the damp chill unique to the night, scraping her neck painfully. Suffering from postpartum depression, she dropped the bottle of sleeping pills on the floor, and a feeling of suffocation overwhelmed her, as if it were going to crush her internal organs.

After her consciousness returned to zero, she seemed to hear the heart-wrenching cries of two children. Her eldest daughter's "Mommy" was choked with sobs, while her younger son's cries were thin and shrill, making her head buzz. Actually, she had never liked children, not even when she was a child or later when she was working. She didn't know why she had become obsessed with having children. It was so noisy; she wanted to sleep for a while.

And then there was the old woman's shrill voice, pounding on the door and cursing, so loud it hurt your eardrums even through the door: "Qiu Yingying, you jinx! If you want to die, go back to your parents' house! Don't cause trouble in our Ying family's house!"

In the living room, Ying Qin's voice, tinged with impatience and exhaustion, mingled with the noise: "Can you please stop being unreasonable? Mom is getting old, and the child is still young. Can't you just be a little more considerate?"

Making trouble unreasonably.

Four familiar words.

From the moment she quit her job to stay home and take care of the children, from the moment she and her mother-in-law argued over housework, from the moment she asked him for living expenses, those four words became his standard answer to all her grievances.

Qiu Yingying gasped for breath, like a drowning person finally surfacing, all her strength drained away. She collapsed onto her suitcase with a thud, her back hitting the shell with a dull thud. She clutched her chest, breathing heavily, tears falling unexpectedly onto the dusty floor, leaving a small, dark stain.

She's back.

They're really back.

She crawled back to life from that two-bedroom apartment that had driven her to desperation, from the late night after her second child's one-month celebration, from the chilling tragedy, from the "love" she had clung to. Disgusting! She returned to the year she graduated from university, back to a time before all the tragedies had even begun.

Qiu Yingying raised her hand, her trembling fingertips touching the jade clasp on her chest. The clasp was incredibly hot, as if it could penetrate her skin and soothe the deepest scars of her soul. She closed her eyes, and those days worn down by the mundane realities of daily life, those times torn apart by conflicts with her mother-in-law, those times of embarrassment and awkwardness of having to beg for mercy and watch others' faces—they flashed before her eyes like a movie, frame by frame, so clear as if they had happened just yesterday.

That autumn, she met Ying Qin while working at a coffee shop. He wore a crisp white shirt and black-rimmed glasses, spoke gently, and had a shallow dimple at the corner of his mouth when he smiled. He was the kind of "good man" she had longed for since her teenage years.

She plunged in headfirst, like a moth drawn to a flame.

Fan Shengmei, holding her hand, earnestly advised, "Yingying, listen to my advice. Yingqin seems honest, but he's too rigid at heart. His values ​​are completely different from ours. You'll suffer sooner or later if you marry him." Qu Xiaoxiao crossed her arms and sneered mercilessly, "You're hopelessly in love! Qiu Yingying, are you blinded by love?" Guan Juer stood aside, hesitant to speak, her eyes full of worry. Even the most rational Andy frowned and pointed out, "In his value system, women should stay at home and be good wives and mothers. Are you sure you want to give up your beloved barista job for him?"

At that time, she couldn't listen to any of those words. She only felt that her sisters didn't understand her, and that Ying Qin's "traditional" ways were down-to-earth, reliable, and a guarantee that could give her a stable life. For Ying Qin's sake, she had a big fight with Qu Xiaoxiao and blocked her contact information; she gradually drifted apart from Fan Shengmei, and when Fan Shengmei sent her messages of concern, she either replied perfunctorily or simply didn't reply; even when Guan Juer asked her to go shopping and see a movie, she made excuses to "accompany Ying Qin" and declined time and time again.

In the end, she completely cut off contact with her sisters from Ode to Joy and became Ying Qin's docile and obedient "good girlfriend".

On her wedding day, her mother-in-law came all the way from her hometown, looking at her with a scrutinizing gaze, as if appraising an object. A few months after the wedding, her mother-in-law moved into their small two-bedroom apartment, citing the need to "take care of her daughter-in-law." That's when the conflicts began.

Her mother-in-law disapproved of her working at the coffee shop, saying, "What kind of image does a woman have when she's out there interacting with a bunch of strangers?"

"Earning such a pittance is not as good as staying at home to take good care of your husband and children." When she was first pregnant, she had severe morning sickness, vomiting everything she ate and feeling weak all over. Ying Qin stood by without saying a word, and that silence was tacit approval.

She still clung to her illusions, thinking, "Just bear with it, things will be fine once the baby is born." So she gritted her teeth and quit the job she had once loved.

After that resignation, he was never able to leave again.

After the baby was born, there were expenses for formula, diapers, and early education classes. With no income, she had no choice but to ask Ying Qin for money. Once or twice was fine, but after a while, Ying Qin's expression became increasingly unpleasant, and he would always say, "Be careful with your money; it's not easy for me to earn it."

The mother-in-law went even further, constantly making veiled insults: "Everything we eat, wear, and use belongs to the Ying family. You, an outsider, are so self-satisfied, and don't you even care about my son?"

Her parents came to visit her, bringing large bags of local specialties, all grown on their own land and very fresh. But her mother-in-law thought those things were "not presentable" and deliberately said in front of the relatives at the dinner table: "In our hometown, what daughter-in-law would cause her parents any worry? They are all destined to serve their parents-in-law. Unlike young people nowadays, who don't know any manners at all."

Her father sat to the side, his face flushed, his lips moved, but he ultimately said nothing. Her mother secretly took her hand, wiping away her tears, and said, "Yingying, if you're not doing well, come home. Your parents can support you."

She gritted her teeth, forced back her tears, shook her head, and said with a smile, "I'm doing well."

What's so good about it?

That two-bedroom apartment was crammed with five people. Yingqin and her mother-in-law shared the master bedroom, while she slept in the second bedroom with her eldest daughter. After her youngest son was born, the second bedroom couldn't fit a crib, so she had to make do with the baby on the sofa. Every day, she would get up before dawn to make breakfast, take her eldest daughter to kindergarten, come back to wash diapers, mop the floor, serve her mother-in-law meals, pick up the children from school in the afternoon, and put the two energetic kids to sleep at night, all while listening to her mother-in-law berate her for "not knowing how to manage a household," "not even knowing how to make a proper soup," and "wasting all those years of schooling."

Every day after get off work, Ying Qin would take off his coat and lie down on the sofa, either scrolling through his phone or watching TV, never helping with housework. She was so tired she could barely stand up straight, and when she complained to him about how hard it was to take care of the child, he would frown and say impatiently, "It's so hard for me to work and earn money to support the family, and you're just resting at home complaining about being tired?"

Taking a break?

Her rest was from the moment she opened her eyes to the moment she closed them; she didn't even have time to drink a sip of water.

She wanted to go back to work and pick up her barista skills again, but her mother-in-law jumped up and down, scolding her for being "unfaithful": "If you leave, who will take care of the child? Who will manage this household? Do you want my son to work himself to death?" Yingqin also advised from the side: "Wait a little longer, wait until the child is older."

After waiting, the second child arrived.

When she was pregnant with her second child, she felt something was wrong. She couldn't sleep at night, staring at the ceiling until dawn, and crying while looking at the moon outside the window. She felt like a bird trapped in a cage, without even the strength to flap its wings. She didn't dare to say anything, afraid that her mother-in-law would scold her for being "dramatic" or that Ying Qin would be impatient. She could only keep all her grievances and pain to herself.

The second child was a son, and the mother-in-law was happy for a few days, telling everyone, "Our Ying family has an heir." But not long after, she started complaining that "having had two children has ruined her figure, and her clothes are sloppy; it's embarrassing to take her out."

On the day of the full moon celebration, many relatives came to our house. Grandma, holding everyone's hands, beamed from ear to ear, constantly boasting, "My eldest grandson will definitely get into a prestigious university and bring honor to the family!" Turning her head and seeing Qiu Yingying standing to the side in a daze, her face immediately darkened, and she shouted in a shrill voice, "Qiu Yingying! The food's getting cold, aren't you going to heat it up? Have you no sense at all? We've raised you for nothing!"

Yingqin, having been plied with alcohol by his relatives, staggered over, patted her on the shoulder, and said in front of everyone, "Yingying, stay home and take good care of the children from now on. Don't overthink things. Let's live a good life as a family."

family.

But she only felt like an outsider.

That night, the children finally fell asleep, her mother-in-law snored, and Yingqin was completely drunk. She tiptoed to the balcony; the night breeze was cool, making her shiver. The clothesline was covered with the children's diapers, Yingqin's shirt, and her mother-in-law's reading glasses, a dense, net-like mass that seemed to trap her.

She looked at the small two-bedroom apartment, dimly lit, crammed with clutter, and packed full, yet it offered her no warmth whatsoever.

Living with your palm facing upwards is truly too bitter.

She remembered Fan Shengmei's advice that "women need to be financially independent to have confidence," Qu Xiaoxiao's scolding that she was "hopeless because of her love-struck mind," and Guan Juer's last WeChat message: "Yingying, let's get together sometime, I miss you." She also remembered Andy's words to her: "You need to have your own life and not depend on anyone."

But it was too late.

She has made a complete mess of her life.

When she regained consciousness, Qiu Yingying's fingertips were still pressed against the hot jade clasp. The dormitory was quiet; her other three roommates had long since moved out. Only the cicadas outside the window chirped louder and louder, irritating everyone.

Just then, a mechanical, emotionless voice suddenly exploded in her mind:

"Beep—A strong obsession has been detected in the host. The Life Restart System has been successfully bound."

Qiu Yingying jolted awake, her eyes snapping open, her heart pounding as if it would leap out of her throat. She cautiously looked around; the dormitory was empty, she was all alone.

"Who? Who's speaking?" She clutched her chest, her voice trembling. The jade clasp was still burning hot, making her skin numb.

Before she could finish speaking, a pale blue, semi-transparent panel suddenly appeared before her eyes. The edges of the panel shimmered with the same soft light as jade buckles, and the interface was clearly divided into seven sections, each titled in simple black font:

Daily check-in rewards – the bottom right corner even displays the small text "Not checked in today"; check-in brings gifts.

Tasks section - currently shows "No tasks available"; the newbie period is three days, host can get used to life with a cheat system, tasks will begin in three days.

Personal Data Abilities [Personalized] — Name: Qiu Yingying; Height: 158 cm; Weight: 60 kg; Appearance: 5/5 [Average]; Intelligence: 4; Skills: Barista [Beginner]; Keep improving yourself, little girl!

The learning section—with several grayed-out categories waiting to be unlocked—offers a wide variety of learning courses, from traditional arts and crafts to modern subjects like agriculture and medicine. Hundreds of pages of learning systems, all free of charge—you can learn whatever you want! The learning system also features virtual study rooms where time stands still, allowing you to study for as long as you like [a must-have for any learning enthusiast].

The lottery section features a small spinning wheel in the center, with the words "Number of draws: 0" written next to it. The wheel is filled with a dazzling array of prizes, divided into white (common items), blue (high-grade items), purple (spiritual items), and gold (legendary items).

The shop section features a dazzling array of icons that require points to redeem. Points can be earned through learning and completing tasks.

The system warehouse—a small red dot is currently lit up, indicating that there are new items.

System electronic voice broadcast,

"Host Qiu Yingying, Rebirth Node: University Graduation Season. The system has detected that the host carries complete memories of her past life, and the intensity of her obsession meets the requirements for system binding." The voice was flat and emotionless, yet it precisely struck the most painful spot in her heart. "Cause of death in her past life: Long-term family oppression, economic dependence, intensified conflicts between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, emotional abuse from her husband, severing ties with relatives and friends, being despised by her family of origin, and ultimately dying from postpartum depression."

It wasn't a dream after all.

She really came back, covered in wounds and blood and tears, back to the starting point where everything could be rewritten.

"Host, would you like to initiate the Life Reboot Plan?"

Qiu Yingying sniffed, raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her face, her fingertips touching her cheek, which was icy cold. She looked down at her hands; settling down in the big city had once been her and her parents' dream. Then she looked at the few new clothes she was packing to go home in her suitcase, still smelling of sunshine. Outside the window, the sycamore leaves rustled in the wind, sunlight filtering through the leaves and falling on the floor, shattering into golden fragments.

It's her college graduation season, and there's still time for everything.

There's still time; I haven't fallen out with my sisters yet.

There's still time; I won't quit my job to become a housewife.

There's still time; don't tie your life to a man or a cage.

Qiu Yingying took a deep breath, her voice hoarse but filled with an unprecedented determination: "Activate."

"Beep—The Life Reboot Plan has been activated. The newbie gift pack has been sent to the system warehouse. Please check it."

She subconsciously focused her attention and clicked on the system repository section. In the repository's compartments, several items lay quietly:

【Makeup and Fashion Techniques (Beginner)】—A skills book that will teach you basic makeup and everyday fashion tips.

【Workplace Communication (Beginner)】—A skills book that can improve workplace communication and conflict resolution abilities.

[Initial Funds] - 3000 yuan, which has been automatically transferred to the host's bank card;

[Fruit Gift Pack] ×1 — Contains fresh seasonal fruits, which can be picked up at any time;

【Outfit Gift Pack】×1 — Contains three everyday outfits suitable for graduates, which can be retrieved at any time.

The purple item, the Beauty Pill, was obtained with the help of the system assistant. It will appear after you complete ten more tasks. Remember to use it where you can take a bath.

Qiu Yingying's fingertips trembled slightly as she looked at the items on the panel, her eyes welling up with tears once again. 3000 yuan was a considerable amount of start-up capital for her, a recent graduate; skills in makeup, fashion, and workplace communication were precisely what she lacked most when she first entered the workforce in her previous life.

There were also fruits and clothing gift bags, which was an unexpected touch of thoughtfulness.

A warm current suddenly surged from the jade buckle into her limbs and bones, like melting snow in spring, slowly flowing over every inch of her skin. She looked down at her hands, which were still slender, with thin calluses on her fingertips, left from turning pages and writing. They were clean and refreshing, without the roughness caused by dish soap and laundry detergent, and without the deep or shallow marks left by holding a child.

This time, she will not repeat the same mistake.

She wants to become the Qiu Yingying who loves food and has a sparkle in her eyes again; she wants to be financially independent, live beautifully, and find back everything she has lost and missed, little by little.

As for Ying Qin and Bai Zha Nan?

A faint, cold smile curled at the corners of Qiu Yingying's lips. She might not deliberately seek revenge for the debts of her past life, but she might take advantage of the opportunity to do so. But in this life, she would never again approach the man who had ruined half her life.

The cicadas chirped noisily, and the sun shone brightly, but Qiu Yingying's heart was clear.

The jade clasp on her chest emitted a faint glow, like a lamp illuminating her path to rebirth.