Spring Night Kiss.

Song Qingjia, holding her water glass, asked, "What did you reply?"

Shen Lingyi patted her chest and said, "Would I betray you? I didn't say a word and just glossed over it."

Song Qingjia said "Oh," walked to the table, and opened the insulated box. Golden crab roe topping was laid on top, which looked very appetizing.

She sat down, picked up a mouthful of noodles, and put it in her mouth. Her eyebrows relaxed and she said, "Zhang Ma's cooking is getting better and better."

"You still have the appetite?"

Song Qingjia looked up innocently: "I'm hungry."

Shen Lingyi gave up, plopped down opposite her, pulled the insulated food container closer to herself, and picked up her chopsticks to eat together.

"But I'm telling you, the other party has some powerful connections. They might trace it back to you from somewhere else."

With her mouth full of noodles, Song Qingjia mumbled, "Mmm."

Seeing her like this, Shen Lingyi felt that she was more worried than the emperor was.

She tapped the table with her finger, feigning seriousness: "So you better confess, and I'll figure out a way to cover it up for you."

Song Qingjia twirled another mouthful of noodles, the crab roe wrapped around them, and slowly chewed them before speaking.

"I slept with Xu Zhouye."

"Um?"

Shen Lingyi was stunned.

Three seconds later, she screamed.

"Song! Qing! Jia!"

"Mmm," Song Qingjia replied, covering her ears.

"You're awesome." Shen Lingyi managed to utter three words after a long pause.

"good."

Shen Lingyi: "..."

"Do you know who Xu Zhouye is?" She paused for a moment, "Never mind, you definitely know."

Song Qingjia lowered his head and mixed the noodles.

After the initial shock, Shen Lingyi finally came to her senses: "So you not only slept with him, but you also ran away?"

"Um."

"...Wow, you're really bold to try and have a one-night stand like that. Did you use a condom? If not, take your pill right now, or you'll get pregnant."

Song Qingjia: "I wore it. I won't make that kind of mistake."

Shen Lingyi was speechless, thinking to herself that the mistakes you've made are not small either.

She thought about it again, and the more she thought about it, the more uneasy she felt: "They went to so much trouble to find you, could it be that they're angry and want to...?"

She raised her hand and made a cut across her neck.

After all, it wasn't a secret in Beijing's social circles that Xu Zhouye was celibate. In other words, her dear daughter might have taken his virginity.

She shuddered, increasingly convinced that her guess was right.

Song Qingjia was amused by her train of thought and deliberately went along with her, saying, "Perhaps."

Shen Lingyi's expression changed, and she stood up abruptly: "No, you can't stay in Jingzhou! We absolutely can't let him find you!"

Song Qingjia was packed up and taken overnight to the resort in Suzhou that the Shen family had invested in.

This was exactly what Song Qingjia wanted.

She stayed at the villa for a week.

I wake up naturally every morning, stroll around the ancient city in the afternoon, and soak in a hot spring in the evening. I have completely forgotten about the romantic encounter that night.

The weather was nice today, so she took out a cheongsam from her wardrobe. It was indigo blue with a subtle jacquard pattern, and the waist was perfectly fitted.

She then tied her long hair up with a white jade hairpin, revealing her slender and fair neck.

I turned around in front of the mirror and was satisfied.

Go out.

This afternoon, she planned to visit her mother's good friend, Zhou Yunqing, a famous Suzhou storytelling artist, with whom she had studied for several years as a child.

I haven't been back to Suzhou for many years, so I have to go see them this time.

Song Qingjia left the room and walked down the corridor towards the elevator. As she approached the corner, she heard men's voices coming from ahead, but she couldn't make it out clearly.

Adhering to the virtue of not listening to improper things, she moved to the side.

Unexpectedly, the person who came had the same idea as her.

She bumped into someone as soon as she turned the corner.

She stumbled and fell straight into the man's arms, her nose hitting his hard chest. The pain shot through her, and her eyes instantly welled up with tears.

Song Qingjia instinctively covered her nose, and was about to apologize when she was pulled aside.

She only had time to catch a glimpse of a black hem and the man's back as he strode forward.

"Are you alright?" another voice asked from the side.

Song Qingjia turned her head and saw a man in a dark shirt looking at her. When he saw her looking over, a hint of amazement flashed in his eyes.

"My name is Lu Yanbai. Let's add each other on WeChat. If you have any questions later—"

"It's nothing, thank you." Song Qingjia interrupted him and turned to leave.

The hem of her cheongsam swayed gently, and the white jade hairpin trembled slightly in her hair.

Lu Yanbai stood still, watching the indigo-blue figure turn and disappear at the end of the corridor.

Her waist is so slim.

He turned around and quickly caught up with Xu Zhouye.

"That woman in the cheongsam just now, she was fucking amazing." Lu Yanbai clicked his tongue. "That face, that waist, did you see them?"

Xu Zhouye didn't stop, his face expressionless: "I didn't see it."

Is her waist as slender as the woman's that night?

Holding it in my hand, it felt like I could snap it in two.

The soft, warm touch seemed to still be there, and he irritably unbuttoned his collar.

When he finds her, he'll definitely give her a good scolding.

"Do you really have to be like this?" Lu Yanbai didn't care about his coldness and continued the previous topic, chattering on and on, "It's just a nap, isn't it? They clearly didn't want you to find them, but you just kept chasing after them."

Xu Zhouye walked forward with a cold face.

"Isn't the winter break almost over? Can't you go back to driving your car? How's the team's car development going? Can you win the WCC next season?"

Xu Zhouye remained silent.

Lu Yanbai was completely at a loss. This man hadn't fallen in love for over twenty years, but now that he had, it was an extremely difficult situation.

"You say you don't know her name, where she lives, or even whether she has a mole on her face—"

"No," Xu Zhouye interrupted him.

There wasn't one on his face, but there was one on his chest, which he had kissed.

Lu Yanbai was getting frustrated: "We've investigated everything we needed to, and the leads have all dried up. What are you going to use to find us? Telepathy?"

"Why do you talk so much?" Xu Zhouye said impatiently.

"I'm just worried you might do something rash," Lu Yanbai sighed. "When have you ever cared this much about a woman when you're someone who's going to spend your whole life working for a car?"

Xu Zhouye paused, turning his head to look at him: "Who said I'd spend my whole life with cars?"

"You said it yourself."

"..."