Spring Night Kiss.

Song Qingjia nestled in Xu Zhouye's arms for a while until her phone vibrated in her pocket.

She took it out and glanced at it; it was a WeChat message from Zhao Ruosheng.

The message was only one line: "He's lying to you again. Men's words are deceitful; don't be fooled by his sweet talk."

Xu Zhouye looked down and also saw the line of words.

He narrowed his eyes, reached out and snatched the phone from her hand, and read aloud, word by word, "Don't be fooled by his sweet talk..."

Song Qingjia: "What she said isn't wrong."

Xu Zhouye: "Heh."

"Nonsense, sowing discord. I'd better not run into Zhao Ruosheng."

The phone vibrated again as soon as I finished speaking.

Zhao Ruosheng: [He even looks at your phone! He doesn't give you any privacy! You can't keep a man like that!]

Song Qingjia chuckled, then turned her head to look around, but didn't see her.

She turned back: "What did you do to offend them? Why are they chasing after you to kill you?"

Xu Zhouye handed the phone back to her: "Maybe it's because I'm too handsome that people are jealous."

Song Qingjia: "...Narcissist."

However, it's time to find an opportunity to talk things out with Zhao Ruosheng; her boyfriend's reputation still needs to be protected.

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On Saturday evening, Mrs. Zhao and Mr. Zhao's wedding anniversary dinner was held in the banquet hall of Yanxi International Hotel.

Because of Jiang Yunsheng's connection, Song Qingjia also received an invitation.

Xu Zhouye was driving on the simulator when he heard that his wife was going to a dinner party, so he immediately threw down the steering wheel and got up.

"I'll go too."

Jiang Yunsheng glanced at him: "Didn't Young Master Xu say that he hates these kinds of decadent and extravagant occasions the most, and that it's more fun to play on a simulator?"

Xu Zhouye shamelessly replied, "How come I don't remember saying that?"

Jiang Yunsheng: "Then your memory is really bad."

Xu Zhouye: "..."

Jiang Yunsheng: "Eat more walnuts to nourish your brain, otherwise you won't be worthy of Qingjia."

Xu Zhouye: "?"

It was rare for a man to be so embarrassed, and Song Qingjia struggled to suppress her laughter. Experience truly matters; a mother can teach her son a lesson with just a few words.

Jiang Yunsheng, too lazy to pay attention to her son anymore, pulled Song Qingjia's hand and sat down on the sofa, gesturing to her assistant to open the box, inside which was a champagne-colored dress.

"I saw this dress at the Elie Saab show last time and thought it would suit you perfectly, so you can wear it tonight."

She handed over another jewelry box and continued, "I've also put together some jewelry for you; pearls suit you very well."

Song Qingjia took it, gently touched it, and felt a warmth in her heart: "Thank you, Auntie."

Jiang Yunsheng didn't say anything, but just patted her hand.

Although it was just a simple styling session, Song Qingjia still sat in front of the dressing table for a full hour.

When Xu Zhouye pushed the door open and came in, she had just put on her pearl necklace and was tilting her head to put on her earrings.

He walked over to her and took the earring: "I'll do it."

Song Qingjia released his hands as instructed.

She looked up at the man in the mirror; he was wearing a black suit, a dark gray shirt, and a tie.

His handsome appearance seemed to have gained an added touch of nobility.

He was looking down, carefully helping her put on her earrings. After they were on, he adjusted the tassels, then looked up to meet her reflection in the mirror.

"What? Amazed by my handsomeness?" The puppy was very smug.

Song Qingjia, of course, didn't hesitate to praise the puppy: "You look very handsome today, Song the Big Dog."

Xu Zhouye smiled and leaned down to kiss her behind the ear: "You look beautiful today, baby."

He pulled her to her feet: "Let's go."

The banquet hall was on the second floor. The two came out of their room and entered the elevator. The mirrored wall reflected their beautiful couple.

Xu Zhouye suddenly remembered the phone call PR had made a couple of days ago, so he put his arm around Song Qingjia's waist, picked up his phone with his other hand, and opened the camera.

"Move closer." He looked at the images of the two people on the screen, not quite satisfied.

Song Qingjia: "What?"

Xu Zhouye: "Take photos, post them on Instagram, and post them on Weibo."

As he spoke, he pressed her head onto his shoulder.

With a click, the image freezes.

He glanced at it for two seconds, quite satisfied, then quickly opened the social media app, clicked upload, and captioned it: "[Leisurely vacation in progress...]"

Song Qingjia: "...That's so perfunctory. Is this how you treat your car enthusiasts?"

Xu Zhouye put away his phone: "How are we going to treat this? We're already being generous by sending it to them."

"...Your fans are lucky they haven't turned into your haters."

Speaking of haters, Song Qingjia suddenly remembered, "Oh right, you'll be seeing Zhao Ruosheng soon." She teased, "Don't wait until you see her to remember that you bullied her."

Xu Zhouye said, "Impossible."

No woman can get close to him.

Inside the banquet hall, the crystal chandelier illuminated the entire space.

Jiang Yunsheng had been there for a while, holding a glass of champagne and standing with several friends, but his gaze kept glancing towards the door.

As I glanced over again, the banquet hall doors were pushed open from the outside by two waiters.

Immediately afterward, a young couple walked in side by side. The man was wearing a black suit, and the woman was wearing a champagne-colored strapless dress. Their appearance immediately attracted the attention of many people.

Jiang Yunsheng's smile deepened. She said that her daughter-in-law would definitely look beautiful in this dress, even more beautiful than the spring scenery in the garden.

As for his son, he's handsome too.

When Xu Zhou was little, he was a wild and mischievous boy, always causing trouble. But as soon as she saw his face, most of her anger would dissipate.

Now there's another equally beautiful face next to this one, and she's very satisfied, very satisfied indeed.

"Is this your son?" someone beside me asked in surprise. "And who's the girl next to him?"

"She's his girlfriend," Jiang Yunsheng said. "What do you think? Pretty, right?"

"Beautiful, you are so lucky."

"They're a perfect match, a handsome man and a beautiful woman."

"..."

Jiang Yunsheng loved hearing praise from others; it made him feel incredibly comfortable.

Xu Zhouye and Song Qingjia also walked over, and the ladies tactfully took their leave.

"Mom," Xu Zhouye said lazily.

Song Qingjia smiled and called out, "Auntie."

Jiang Yunsheng nodded in satisfaction: "I told you this dress suits you perfectly, it's especially beautiful. Are you hungry? Would you like to have some small cakes to tide you over?"

"No, I'm not hungry, thank you, Auntie."

As they were talking, the Zhao couple came over, followed by a girl who looked like a quail.

Taking advantage of everyone's inattention, she rolled her eyes at Xu Zhouye. When she looked away, her gaze met Song Qingjia's. She wasn't embarrassed by being caught, and smiled.

Song Qingjia: "..."

The image of these haters is truly unshakeable.

Xu Zhouye narrowed his eyes and leaned close to Song Qingjia's ear: "She's Zhao Ruosheng?"

"Um."

He chuckled softly, straightened up, and said lazily, "Miss Zhao, may I ask what I did to offend you?"

Zhao Ruosheng trembled and almost lost her balance.