Spring Night Kiss.

"Just drop me off at the next intersection," Song Qingjia said casually.

Nie Yuhuai didn't respond, nor did he stop the car.

Song Qingjia tilted her head and repeated, "I said, just drop me off at the intersection ahead."

"I heard you," Nie Yuhuai said without even looking at her. "That place is in the middle of nowhere. Are you planning to walk back?"

"I'll call a car."

"It's not a good place to call out."

Song Qingjia stared at him for two seconds: "Nie Yuhuai, how come I never noticed you were so fussy before?"

The man in the driver's seat finally turned to look at her, his gaze carrying something indescribable.

Of course she saw it, but she pretended not to.

Why are you looking at me? Did I say something wrong?

Nie Yuhuai twitched the corner of his mouth, turned his head, and continued to stare ahead: "You still remember the past? I thought Miss Song had long forgotten."

Song Qingjia scoffed: "My memory isn't that bad."

Of course she remembers.

At that time, Cheng Yizhen was nominally Nie Yuhuai's tutor, and she went to the Nie family three times a week to give lessons.

Song Qingjia usually doesn't go with them, but occasionally when Song Mingqian works overtime and she has no one to take care of her, Cheng Yizhen will take her along.

Nie Yuhuai was three years older than her, and already looked mature beyond his years. He was good at his studies and didn't like to talk. Every time Cheng Yizhen taught him English in the study, Song Qingjia would lie on the table in the living room doing her homework, and he would help her check it when she finished.

"You got this question wrong." The boy, Nie Yuhuai, took her pencil and wrote down the equation on the draft paper. His handwriting was neat and his steps were clear.

"Where is the mistake?" She leaned closer to take a look.

"Here, you need to change the sign when moving terms." He handed the pencil back to her, then glanced at her workbook again. "You got the word problem wrong too; you didn't convert the units."

"Why are you just as annoying as Cheng Yizhen?"

"Then do it yourself."

She ignored him, buried herself in making changes for a long time, and then pushed it back for him to see.

Even after Cheng Yizhen married Nie Qingyuan, and she went from being the little girl taught by Teacher Nie to becoming the nominal stepdaughter of the Nie family, Nie Yuhuai's attitude towards her remained unchanged.

But that was a long time ago.

Nie Yuhuai's voice pulled Song Qingjia back from her distant memories: "So where to?"

It sounds like he absolutely has to deliver it today.

Song Qingjia forced a smile: "I'm going to see my dad. Will President Nie see me off too?"

Nie Yuhuai nodded, his expression unchanged: "Perfect timing, I'm going to see my mother."

Song Qingjia: "..." It's really hard to refute, since the two of them just happen to be buried in the same cemetery.

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The cemetery is on a hillside on the outskirts of the city; it's quiet and windy.

The two walked in one after the other. At the fork in the road, Song Qingjia faced east and Nie Yuhuai faced west, both remaining silent in tacit agreement.

The tombstone was cleaned very well. The man in the photo was in his early forties, with gentle features, and his smile resembled hers somewhat.

Song Qingjia sat down against the tombstone, just like when he was a child and leaned on his shoulder.

"Dad, I've come to see you."

The wind blew down from the hillside, scattering the stray hairs at her temples.

"Your ex-wife is in the hospital; she has a chronic heart condition. I went to see her, and it's nothing serious."

After speaking, he fell silent again.

Several minutes later, she continued, "You don't need to worry, she's doing fine."

Song Qingjia glanced at her shoulder and rubbed it against the edge of the tombstone.

"Oh... and your favorite Ferrari, still the same old thing. Come to think of it, it's been almost twenty years since they won a championship. But the Iron Buddha team has a pretty good mentality; they get tortured year after year, but they never change teams." She laughed as she spoke, "If you were still here, you'd probably be just like them."

The wind seemed to pick up a bit more, rustling the leaves. A few leaves were blown down, swirling in the air before landing at Song Qingjia's feet.

"I changed jobs. I didn't go to Ferrari, which you've always dreamed of, but instead joined a Chinese racing team." She paused for a moment. "You didn't expect that, did you? There are Chinese racing teams in the paddock now."

Song Qingjia's voice drifted away in the wind, growing fainter and fainter.

"It's a shame you didn't see it..."

She didn't say anything more, but leaned against the tombstone, her fingers unconsciously picking at the blades of grass beside her.

The wind blew her hair across her face, but she ignored it. She just sat there until the sun gradually moved westward, casting her shadow longer and longer.

Song Qingjia changed her posture, straightened her legs, touched the stone slab with the toes of her shoes, and looked up at the clouds that were slowly moving in the sky.

"What is Cheng Yizhen after?" she suddenly asked softly.

Song Mingqian naturally couldn't answer her.

But even if he could answer, he would definitely speak for the other person. He's always been like that, always thinking too highly of others.

Song Qingjia sighed: "Forget it, let's not talk about her anymore. Talking about her will ruin my mood."

She took two candies out of her pocket, placed one in front of the monument, and popped the other into her mouth, the rich milky flavor instantly spreading.

The sun finally sank below the ridgeline.

The last glimmer of orange hue lingered on the horizon, and the lights in the cemetery were still off, causing the light to dim suddenly.

Song Qingjia pushed herself up from the ground; her legs were a little numb, and she swayed before regaining her balance. She looked down at his picture on the tombstone, then bent down and ran her thumb over it.

"I'm leaving now, I'll come again next time."

As expected, Nie Yuhuai was still there at the entrance of the cemetery.

Song Qingjia spoke first: "No need to see me off, someone is coming to pick me up."

Nie Yuhua frowned, about to speak but was interrupted by the other party: "Actually, I think you don't need to be so concerned about repairing my relationship with Cheng Yizhen. It's a waste of your precious time, there's no need for it."

"Why do you think I'm doing all this to repair your relationship?"

His tone was deep, even deeper than the surrounding night.

Song Qingjia casually retorted, "Then what else could it be for?"

"Couldn't it be for...?"

Before he could finish speaking, a screeching sound of brakes rang out, and the red sports car screeched to a halt at the roadside, silencing Nie Yuhuai from saying the rest of his words.

Shen Lingyi leaned out of the car and waved excitedly, "Qingjia! Over here!"

Song Qingjia waved lazily at her, then turned to Nie Yuhuai and said, "I'm leaving, bye-bye."

After saying that, he jogged over.

A moment later, the sports car started and sped away.

Shen Lingyi glanced at the rearview mirror; Nie Yuhuai was still standing by the roadside. She clicked her tongue and said, "I must say, your cheap brother is really good to you."

Song Qingjia opened the car window, and the wind rushed in, making their hair a mess.

"Don't be nice to me anymore, it's too much of a torment for my conscience," she said lazily, looking at the roadside trees rushing past the window.

"Why are you suffering? Can't you be a little more worthy of me!" Shen Lingyi complained.

Song Qingjia smiled upon hearing this and said, "Okay."

"Perfunctory!"

Shen Lingyi roughly knew about Song Qingjia's family situation and knew that she must be in a bad mood at the moment, so she didn't say anything more and directly pulled her to "Sanqiu Guizi".

A bar.

Drowning one's sorrows in alcohol is shameful, but it can be effective.