Spring Night Kiss.

Jiang Yunsheng was satisfied. She straightened his collar and patted him on the shoulder, saying, "Alright, you look handsome. Let's go downstairs."

In the living room, Song Qingjia heard footsteps and turned around.

A distinguished middle-aged couple walked down the stairs hand in hand.

She stood up instinctively.

Xu Zhouye also stood up and lazily called out, "Dad, Mom." He put his arm around the girl beside him. "This is Song Qingjia."

Song Qingjia: "Hello, Uncle and Aunt."

Jiang Yunsheng had already let go of her husband, quickly walked over and took her hand, looking at her with great affection: "Why didn't you tell me you were coming sooner? I could have asked the chef to make some of your favorite dishes."

Having been dumped, Xu Zhengye had no choice but to put his hands behind his back and stand beside his wife.

Song Qingjia smiled politely: "It was a spur-of-the-moment decision of mine to visit you. I hope you don't mind."

"How could we mind? We've been looking forward to your arrival." Jiang Yunsheng beamed. "You agree, right, Chief Xu?"

Xu Zhengye was always at a loss with his wife, so he nodded and said, "Sit down."

Xu Zhouye's father was completely different from what Song Qingjia had imagined. He didn't have the airs of a superior and was very easygoing. Moreover, just as Xu Zhouye said, Chun Chun was a complete henpecked husband.

He poured water for Jiang Yunsheng and fed her tea. He didn't interrupt his wife when she was speaking, only occasionally speaking up when she asked questions.

Xu Zhouye's innate skill in serving others is most likely inherited from his father.

"I heard from your Aunt Jiang that you work in aerodynamics for the team?" Xu Zhengye asked with a gentle smile as he looked at Song Qingjia.

"Yes, I'm mainly responsible for the aerodynamic design of the race car's front wing."

No sooner had she finished speaking than Xu Zhouye interrupted, his slight smugness barely concealed in his voice: "She deserves at least half the credit for the awards I've won."

Xu Zhengye glanced at him, then his gaze returned to Song Qingjia's face. He praised her, "There aren't many girls in this line of work. You're very talented."

Song Qingjia said modestly, "Thank you, Uncle. This is the result of everyone's hard work."

Xu Zhengye nodded, neither humble nor arrogant, showing himself to be a well-behaved and virtuous child.

He took a sip of tea and asked casually, "Your mother is Cheng Yizhen?"

The living room fell silent for a moment.

Song Qingjia's fingers tucked slightly together on her knee, and Xu Zhouye squeezed her hand.

"Yes, she is my mother."

Xu Zhengye hummed in agreement: "Your mother is a very hard-working person."

A very neutral evaluation; you can't tell if it's praise or criticism.

"Do you usually keep in touch with the Nie family?"

Song Qingjia paused for a moment: "Not many."

Xu Zhengye nodded; it was pretty much what he had guessed.

Xu Zhouye said lazily, "Dad, I finally brought my girlfriend home, and instead of asking how she is, you're asking about her mother and the Nie family? Isn't that putting the cart before the horse?"

Xu Zhengye was taken aback and glared at him: "I haven't settled accounts with you for what happened last night, and you're already trying to be clever."

Song Qingjia quickly said, "Uncle, he did it for me yesterday, please don't blame him."

Jiang Yunsheng, who was standing nearby, put down his teacup and got up to walk over to her. "Qingjia, don't mind them. Come on, let's go upstairs. I got two new pieces of jewelry a couple of days ago. Can you take a look and see if they suit me?"

Song Qingjia looked at Xu Zhouye with some difficulty.

The whole thing happened because of her. She would feel guilty if he got scolded because of her.

Jiang Yunsheng pulled her up directly: "Don't worry, Chief Xu is old now and can't beat people up anymore. Your boyfriend is perfectly safe."

Xu Zhengye: "..."

His image in his daughter-in-law's eyes is about to be completely ruined by her.

"Go on up, don't worry," Xu Zhouye said.

Song Qingjia pursed her lips and followed Jiang Yunsheng upstairs.

As she turned the corner of the stairs, she heard Xu Zhengye's voice coming from downstairs: "Come with me to the study."

Then came the lazy footsteps that followed, unhurried and leisurely.

Seeing her like this, Jiang Yunsheng couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle. The young couple's relationship is so sweet; does that mean she'll soon be holding her grandson?

I won't say anything, I haven't even married him yet.

She led the person into the room and pulled them to sit on the sofa.

"Were you a little nervous downstairs just now?" Jiang Yunsheng asked softly with a gentle smile.

Song Qingjia: "There's a little... Auntie, what happened yesterday... really can't be blamed on him."

Jiang Yunsheng: "He's an adult, he knows what he's doing. And you don't need to worry about Lao Xu. He may be tough on the outside, but he knows what he's doing."

Song Qingjia was somewhat relieved.

"Alright, let's not talk about them anymore." Jiang Yunsheng took out two velvet boxes. "Take a look at this."

This was a gift she had prepared after learning of Song Qingjia's existence, and after waiting for so long, she could finally give it to him.

Song Qingjia opened one of them, and inside lay a pair of white jade bracelets. The bracelets were warm and smooth, and shimmered with a soft, oily sheen under the light.

Jiang Yunsheng took out a bracelet, took her hand, and gently pushed it inside.

Song Qingjia tried to dodge, but she grabbed her.

"I prepared this bracelet the day I first met you, and I've been looking forward to the day I could wear it on your wrist."

Song Qingjia remained silent: "...This is too precious."

Jiang Yunsheng: "It's not expensive at all, it suits you perfectly. Girls are precious, so it's worth it to wear any expensive jewelry." She paused, then joked, "Anyway, that brat makes a lot of money, so you can spend as much of his money as you want."

Song Qingjia looked down at the bracelet on her wrist, her heart warming: "Thank you, Auntie."

"There's also a ruby ​​necklace, which I think would suit you very well. It's just not very practical for everyday wear, but you could wear it to an evening event."

She opened another box, took out a necklace, and held it up to Song Qingjia's neck.

Song Qingjia has a bright and elegant appearance, which is very suitable for this kind of flamboyant jewelry, making her shine.

Jiang Yunsheng was very satisfied with his judgment.

"I heard from Zhouye that you went abroad to study and work alone a long time ago, and you don't have many relatives around you." A hint of heartache flashed in her eyes. "You can treat me as your mother from now on. If you encounter anything, you can talk to me."

Song Qingjia could feel the other person's sincere intentions. She had never been able to resist such a sincere heart. Her nose tingled and her eyes instantly became warm.

She always appears cold on the surface, but her heart is softer than anyone else's.

She wants to repay others tenfold for every little kindness they show her.

"Yes, thank you, Auntie."

Jiang Yunsheng patted her hand, his smile deepening: "If that brat Zhou Ye bullies you, you have to tell me, and I'll teach him a lesson for you."

Song Qingjia chuckled, sniffed, and said, "What if I bully him?"

After all, it seems like I've always been the one bullying him since we met. I left without saying goodbye twice, and now I want him to follow me around without any status or recognition.

Jiang Yunsheng: "Then he'll just have to put up with it. It's because he likes being bullied; if he didn't, who would want to bother with him?"

Song Qingjia was speechless.