Spring Night Kiss.

Suzhou in July is as hot as a steamer.

"Typhoon Bavi, the ninth typhoon of the year, is currently moving in a northwest direction and is expected to bring significant wind and rain to our city in the next two days. Please pay attention to travel safety."

The television was mounted opposite the hospital bed, the volume was not high, and the background noise included the news anchor from the local news station.

Zhou Yunqing glanced at the TV, then looked away and stood in front of the cabinet, reaching for the unopened box of lotus root starch on the top shelf.

She didn't have much stuff to pack during her few days in the hospital, so she wanted to pack it herself before being discharged to avoid having to help Song Qingjia when she came over.

The cabinet was taller than her, so she had some difficulty reaching it.

I just pushed it out a little, and unexpectedly, the box tilted and slid off the edge of the shelf, about to fall down...

A hand reached out from her side and steadily caught the box of lotus root starch.

She paused for a moment, turned around, and saw a handsome face with a smile.

"Thank you, and who are you?"

The handsome young man in front of her looked vaguely familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen him before. The older she got, the worse her memory became.

Xu Zhouye put the lotus root starch aside: "I'm Qingjia's boyfriend. We've met before, Aunt Zhou, don't you remember?"

Song Qingjia entered the room just in time to hear this.

"Xiao Xu?" Zhou Yunqing remembered, her eyes lit up, and she smiled broadly.

"it's me."

Song Qingjia placed the fruit she was holding on the bedside table, pulled Zhou Yunqing to sit down on the edge of the bed, and said reproachfully, "Didn't I tell you to wait for me to clean up? Why did you start doing it yourself?"

Zhou Yunqing said with a smile, "I was thinking of tidying it up myself first, so it would be faster."

She then turned her gaze to Xu Zhouye: "Xiao Xu, what brings you here? Aren't you busy with work?"

Song Qingjia quickly answered, "He happened to be on vacation, so I dragged him here to do hard labor."

Xu Zhouye stood by the bed with his hands in his pockets, and smiled slightly upon hearing this: "Yes, I happened to be on vacation, so I came to pick you up from the hospital. You should have told us you were sick sooner so we could have come to be with you sooner."

Zhou Yunqing felt a warmth in her heart and said, "It's just a minor problem."

Song Qingjia pursed her lips: "You have to tell me even about minor problems, it makes me worry."

At Zhou Yunqing's age, she has a physical examination every year. She was previously diagnosed with thyroid nodules, and the doctor said to follow up every six months. Unexpectedly, this time when she had an ultrasound, she found that they had grown much larger and their shape was not good.

The doctor recommended surgery, and Zhou Yunqing didn't dare to delay, so she decisively underwent the operation. Fortunately, the postoperative pathology showed that it was benign, and it was just a false alarm.

"It's good that you're alright," Xu Zhouye said. "You guys sit down for a while, I'll pack my things."

Song Qingjia didn't stand on ceremony and directed him to organize everything in the cabinet.

Zhou Yunqing saw this and smiled with satisfaction.

She turned her head and lowered her voice, saying, "Your boyfriend seems like a reliable person. You have great taste."

Song Qingjia: "...It's alright."

Zhou Yunqing continued, "He's handsome and tall, a perfect match for you."

Song Qingjia glanced at Xu Zhouye and noticed that the other man's mouth was practically stretched to his ears in a wide grin.

The reserved man was secretly pleased with himself.

"...I'm going to complete the discharge procedures." She got up and walked out.

Only Zhou Yunqing and Xu Zhouye remained in the ward.

"Xiao Xu, come and sit down for a while."

Xu Zhouye had finished packing everything and placed it aside. He sat down on the chair by the bed and poured Zhou Yunqing a glass of water.

Zhou Yunqing took it, sighed, and said, "Qingjia has never been good at sharing her feelings; she keeps everything to herself."

Xu Zhouye nodded, agreeing with this statement.

"You know something about her relationship with her family, right?"

"I know a little, but not much," Xu Zhouye said.

Zhou Yunqing understood: "If she doesn't tell you, don't rush to ask. She'll naturally open up when she's ready to tell you."

Xu Zhouye: "Yes, I know."

Zhou Yunqing smiled and said, "But she must really like you. She's willing to bring you to Suzhou and let you come to see me."

She paused for a moment, then continued, her tone slightly teasing: "You're the first boy she brought home."

Upon hearing this, Xu Zhouye felt a surge of pleasure coursing through his entire body. He smiled slightly and asked, "She's so beautiful, doesn't anyone pursue her?"

"Of course," Zhou Yunqing said. "When I was in school, I would receive love letters every few days, but she would ignore them and throw them in the trash without even looking at them."

Does someone write her love letters? Or does it happen every few days?

Xu Zhouye licked his back teeth, somewhat regretting asking that question.

I'm curious if I don't listen, but I get annoyed if I do.

Zhou Yunqing didn't notice his unusual expression and continued, "Later, she went abroad and devoted herself entirely to her studies and work, and never even dated."

"According to what's said online, you're her first love."

First love?

He liked hearing that.

Xu Zhouye calmed himself down and all his anger disappeared.

She was also my first love.

Zhou Yunqing paused for a moment, then laughed out loud: "Okay, okay, they're all first loves."

After laughing, she gently patted Xu Zhouye's hand: "Little Xu, I'll be entrusting Qingjia to your care from now on."

Xu Zhouye also dropped his nonchalant attitude: "I will, don't worry."

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After completing the discharge procedures, the three went downstairs.

Xu Zhouye opened the back door, reached out and helped Zhou Yunqing's arm, waiting for her to get in.

Song Qingjia tried to get into the car, but he grabbed her wrist.

"what?"

Xu Zhouye leaned close to her ear and said, "Did you hear that? Aunt Zhou praised me for being handsome."

Song Qingjia: "...I heard you."

He continued, "She also praised me for being reliable."

Song Qingjia: "...I heard it too."

"She also said you have great taste, and that we're a perfect match." His pride was almost overflowing.

"so?"

"So I'm doing you all this to save face, and you're not going to show any appreciation?"

Song Qingjia looked at him for two seconds, then raised her hand and ruffled his hair: "Good boy, well done."

Xu Zhouye: "?"

Treat him like a dog?

But the man had already withdrawn his hand, bent down, and gotten into the car. The car door slammed shut in front of him without a second thought.

Alright, at least that's some kind of gesture.

Xu Zhouye glanced out the car window, chuckled softly, walked around to the driver's seat, and started the engine.

Back in her familiar home, Zhou Yunqing felt much more at ease. She couldn't sleep well or lie down comfortably in the hospital.

"Please sit down, please sit down. I'll go boil some water," she said with a smile, inviting the two of them to sit down.

Song Qingjia stopped her, saying, "You rest, I'll go."

Xu Zhouye stood up: "I'll go. You two sit and chat for a while, watch TV." After saying that, he went into the kitchen.

"The young man is very thoughtful." Zhou Yunqing was increasingly satisfied with what she saw.

Song Qingjia: "..."

She turned on the TV and randomly changed the channel. Coincidentally, the person on the screen looked very familiar.

Who else could it be but Xu Zhouye?

Zhou Yunqing exclaimed in surprise, "Isn't this Xiao Xu Yao?"

Song Qingjia: "It's him."

The screen shows CCTV Sports Channel broadcasting news about last week's British Grand Prix.

Xu Zhouye stood on the podium, tossing the runner-up trophy high into the air and catching it.

Zhou Yunqing listened for a while. Although he didn't quite understand what F1 or the Grand Prix meant, he could tell that it was a racing competition and that he had won second place.

"You said before that Xiao Xu was the driver, was he driving this car?"

"Yes, he's a professional race car driver."

Zhou Yunqing asked in surprise, "A race car driver?" She looked at the race cars whizzing past on the screen. "Such high speeds...it must be quite dangerous, right?"

Xu Zhouye came out of the kitchen and happened to hear the second half of the sentence.

"Fortunately, modern racing cars have many safety features." He looked at Song Qingjia, "Besides, with Qingjia overseeing the R&D department, she definitely wouldn't want anything to happen to me."

Song Qingjia glanced at him and received a shameless smile in return.

She turned back and explained it to Zhou Yunqing in simple terms.

Zhou Yunqing nodded as if she understood, "Then your professions are quite compatible."

Xu Zhouye interrupted, "Yes, she and I are a match made in heaven."