Spring Night Kiss.

The atmosphere suddenly froze.

In her panic, Zhao Ruosheng sensed something was wrong. What did she mean by "what did she do to offend him?"

So, Xu Zhouye doesn't remember her at all?

I'm so angry! I'm even angrier than when I stupidly confessed to him and he locked me out!

She raised her chin defiantly, but deflated immediately upon meeting Xu Zhouye's oppressive gaze.

Forget it, I'm a woman who doesn't like to argue.

"What are you saying, Mr. Xu? How could you have offended me? We're not even acquainted." She emphasized the words "not acquainted."

Mr. Zhao was completely bewildered. He exchanged a glance with Mrs. Zhao, only to find her sighing while covering her forehead. He felt even more confused.

"What happened?" he asked in a low voice.

Mrs. Zhao shook her head and pulled her daughter to her side: "She's young and doesn't know any better. If she does anything wrong, Zhouye, don't hold it against her. She doesn't have any bad intentions; she's just a child."

She thought to herself, "I don't mean any harm, I just like spreading rumors about you."

God knows how shocked she was when she saw those 420 pages of incriminating material on her daughter's computer last time.

Fortunately, they were all minor, harmless matters, and no one would believe them if they told others.

She has already educated the other party, and they promised not to do it again.

With her quick wit, Jiang Yunsheng smoothed things over, saying, "Alright, alright, Zhou Ye definitely won't mind, right?"

She nudged Xu Zhouye's arm, signaling him to stop while he was ahead. But he didn't pick up on that, and lazily spoke.

"Then I'll trouble you, Miss Zhao, not to try and sow discord between my girlfriend and me in front of her in the future. I have a bad temper, and I'll go crazy if I lose my girlfriend."

Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions became somewhat subtle.

Song Qingjia glanced at him, without any shame.

Mrs. Zhao snapped out of her daze and tugged at her daughter's hand: "Ruosheng, quickly apologize to Zhouye."

Zhao Ruosheng clenched her fingers, reluctantly saying, "I'm sorry."

"Alright, alright, it's nothing serious." Mr. Zhao laughed it off, then awkwardly changed the subject, "By the way, Zhouye, the team's performance this year is pretty good."

"I heard that your car is getting better and better, and you've won a few podium finishes in the last few races?"

Xu Zhouye wasn't someone who was out of touch with reality; he knew when to stop while he was ahead.

"Not bad, we were lucky. The team's upgrade this year was pretty good, and she deserves credit for that too." He said, glancing at Song Qingjia.

Mr. Zhao asked in surprise, "Ms. Song is also involved in the fleet's work? Which department?"

"The aerodynamics department," Song Qingjia said.

Mr. Zhao smiled and nodded: "A promising young man indeed."

Zhao Ruosheng pouted. It seemed that Xu Zhouye, that pretentious guy, was even less worthy of her.

The Zhao couple did not linger. After exchanging a few more pleasantries with Jiang Yunsheng, they left with Zhao Ruosheng.

Jiang Yunsheng watched the three members of the Zhao family walk away, placed his wine glass on the round table beside him, and said irritably, "Xu Zhouye, what's wrong with you? The tone you used just now made me think you were going to hit someone."

"How could I dare?"

"I think you're pretty daring." Jiang Yunsheng resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "You really don't remember that little girl?"

Upon hearing this, Song Qingjia also looked at him, curious as well.

Jiang Yunsheng could tell from his expression that he had truly forgotten. She sighed, realizing that her son really had no interest in anything other than racing.

No, there's also a daughter-in-law now.

She glanced at Song Qingjia, unsure whether it was appropriate to say these things in front of her.

"One year when you came back for Chinese New Year, she waited at the garage door and confessed her feelings to you. But you ignored her completely and locked her out to cry."

Song Qingjia paused, was she about to confess?

He confessed his feelings but still says it's not a debt of love?

Xu Zhouye: "?"

His mother is here to frame him!

"Honey, I really don't remember this, I'm innocent!" He quickly stood up straight. "I really don't like her!"

Song Qingjia said quietly, "Oh, I don't like you either."

Jiang Yunsheng was too embarrassed to look, so he nodded deliberately: "There's really nothing to like about men of this low quality. Come on, Qingjia, come with me, I'll introduce you to a few high-quality young men who are more successful and more gentlemanly than him."

She reached out her hand as she spoke, as if she really wanted to take her away.

Xu Zhouye realized what was happening and pulled the person to his side: "No, this is my wife."

Jiang Yunsheng raised an eyebrow: "Did she agree to marry you? As for wife?"

Song Qingjia chimed in, "Exactly! Did I agree to that again?"

Xu Zhouye: "..."

I'm so angry, everyone's bullying him.

He hugged Song Qingjia tightly, gritting his teeth: "...You are not allowed to abandon her!"

In the distance, Nie Yuhuai calmly withdrew his gaze and downed the wine in his glass in one gulp.

-

Such banquets, ostensibly to celebrate wedding anniversaries, are actually business events. People from all walks of life exchange resources and connections, and discuss business and cooperation.

However, for Song Qingjia, it seemed rather boring.

She sat on the sofa, propping her head up with her hand, her eyes glazed over, her thoughts seemingly wandering elsewhere.

Xu Zhouye found it amusing and pulled her to her feet: "Come on, follow me."

"Where are we going?"

He led her out through a side door, across a path, to a lawn where there was a swing.

Song Qingjia sat down on the swing, tilting her head back: "I've noticed that you always run away from banquets, just like last time in Monaco."

Xu Zhouye walked around behind her and gently pushed her back, causing the swing to begin. Soft strands of hair fluttered in the wind, brushing against his face.

"Staying in boring places is a waste of life."

Song Qingjia laughed, closing her eyes to feel the wind brushing against her face.

"I'm a little hungry." She rubbed her stomach.

"What would you like to eat?"

Tiramisu.

"Wait here." He loosened the swing ropes and walked towards the banquet hall.

Song Qingjia then slowly and leisurely swayed along by herself.

Zhao Ruosheng appeared out of nowhere and sat down on the swing next to her.

"You betrayed me."

Song Qingjia didn't answer, but tilted her head and asked, "Were you also on the old street that day?"

Zhao Ruosheng: "...I'm having tea on the second floor of the teahouse at the alley entrance." Turning her head, she saw two people embracing downstairs, which was quite a sight to behold.

No, it actually makes her quite anxious.

"I really think Xu Zhouye is not good enough for you. He is narcissistic and arrogant, has no manners, and is not a good person."

Song Qingjia sighed softly, "I'm not exactly a good person either."

Zhao Ruosheng was stunned. What was he saying? Saying such things with that face, there was no credibility to it at all!

"Anyway, it's better than Xu Zhouye."

Song Qingjia didn't speak, but simply looked up at the stars in the sky. The summer night sky was filled with twinkling stars.

Zhao Ruosheng continued to reason with her, appealing to her emotions: "You're blinded by love right now, so you think he's perfect in every way. But actually, there are many better people than him. Look at the one in front of you, that figure, tsk tsk, I think he's pretty good."

Song Qingjia followed her gaze and saw a figure walking over from not far away.

Under the streetlights, his face gradually became clear.

It's Nie Yuhuai.

"Qingjia." He stopped two steps away and called her name softly.

Song Qingjia stopped smiling.

She got off the swing, not wanting to talk, and tried to walk past him, but her wrist was suddenly grabbed.

Zhao Ruosheng: "!!!"