Spring Night Kiss.

Xu Zhouye found it somewhat amusing.

Are there many people in this world named Song Qingjia?

It couldn't be that woman who makes him so angry he wants to grind his teeth, yet he can't bring himself to get angry at her, could it?

Tsuneyasu asked cautiously, "Is there a problem?"

"No!" he said, then turned and walked away.

Chang Su felt somewhat bewildered, thinking to himself that those who were related to Mr. Shen by blood were indeed very unpredictable.

Xu Zhouye has a separate office here, although he doesn't go there often. When he returns to headquarters, he usually stays in the simulator room to test data.

He sat down in the chair and turned towards the floor-to-ceiling window.

The distant forest was lush and green, with a few birds occasionally flitting among the trees. Through the glass, I couldn't hear their chirping.

But he still couldn't calm down.

Song Qingjia.

Could it be her?

Then she couldn't help but laugh at herself. Putting aside whether it was such a coincidence, even if it was, what did it have to do with him?

She's already treating him like a casual sex partner, so why would he still be hung up on her?

Xu Zhouye snorted coldly, turned on his computer, and began to check his telemetry data from yesterday's Suzuka Circuit.

At the same time, Song Qingjia was also watching.

The more she looked, the more her brows furrowed.

The actual weight of the race car exceeded the design target by nearly 15 kilograms, mainly due to the power unit and cooling system.

The aerodynamics were even worse; the downforce of the canard was much lower than the CFD simulation, the tail wing stalled much more severely in high-speed corners than expected, and the airflow separation point of the underbody was brought forward by a full two percentage points.

Driving such a tractor, he was almost a second slower than everyone else on each lap. But Xu Zhouye managed to drive this tractor into the points zone.

Song Qingjia mentally calculated how much steering wheel correction he would need to make to compensate for this car's tendency to understeer. Given his driving style and reliance on front downforce, he figured he'd need to use countless steering wheel corrections to make up for the car's tendency to understeer.

The accusations made by those netizens against him are completely unreasonable.

At 2 p.m., she picked up her notebook and headed to the meeting room. The meeting was scheduled to start in half an hour, and she was used to arriving early.

Pushing open the door, I found seven or eight people already sitting inside.

Davis stood in front of the whiteboard, turned around and saw her, smiling and waving: "Qingjia, come here, let me introduce you to someone."

She followed Davis's gaze and met a pair of angry eyes.

"..."

Xu Zhouye was casually twirling the pen in his hand when he heard the sound, and he froze for a moment.

The woman was wearing a white shirt, her hair pinned behind her ear with a plain-colored hair clip, looking like an ordinary working woman, completely different from the woman who was drinking strong liquor in the bar.

But she is Song Qingjia.

The Song Qingjia he knew.

"...This is the team's new aerodynamics engineer, a graduate of Cambridge University, who previously worked for Mercedes."

As Davis's introduction reached his ears, Xu Zhouye's annoyance gradually rose.

So she knew herself from beginning to end, and never thought of revealing her information.

She didn't hesitate to tell him that the two of them had become colleagues, determined to catch him off guard.

Is it fun to mess with him?

Xu Zhouye sneered.

Song Qingjia remained calm, her expression revealing nothing. She extended her hand and said, "Hello, Song Qingjia."

Xu Zhouye looked at the hand, paused for two seconds, then reached out and shook it. He deliberately spoke slowly, "Miss Song, I've heard so much about you."

It was as if each word was squeezed out from between his teeth, each one carrying a gritted-teeth tone.

Song Qingjia tried to pull her hand away, but he didn't let go. She looked up and stared straight into his eyes, without urging him, and just let him hold her hand.

Xu Zhouye could tell that she didn't feel guilty at all.

His cold, straight gaze made him seem like he was being unreasonable.

Xu Zhouye snorted again, let go, put his hand back in his pocket, and resumed his usual nonchalant attitude.

He couldn't lose face in front of her.

"I've long heard of Mr. Xu's reputation," Song Qingjia paused, then continued, "I've watched every single one of your matches."

"Oh?" Xu Zhouye asked deliberately, "So, what do you think of my driving?"

"Of course it used to drive very well..."

"So you're not driving well right now?" Xu Zhouye scoffed.

Davis didn't understand Chinese very well, but he felt that the two people were talking in a strange tone and he didn't know what they were talking about. A look of confusion flashed in his eyes.

Song Qingjia then switched to English.

"Your car is too slow now, so I can't really judge your skill level. I'll give my opinion when you're driving a better car."

Someone nearby chuckled softly.

Davis was also a little embarrassed: "We can just wait until we get promoted mid-season..."

Xu Zhouye sneered: "Don't tell me it's a negative upgrade."

Davis: "..."

Shut up! He doesn't want to hear that!

Song Qingjia turned around and said, "I'll go prepare the meeting materials first. You guys chat."

She walked to the other end of the conference table, pulled out a chair, sat down, and opened her laptop, without giving Xu Zhouye a single glance.

Xu Zhouye chuckled softly, picked up the pen that had just fallen to the ground, and twirled it quickly.

Davis would occasionally turn her head to talk to him, and he would listen, but his eyes were glued to the heartless woman, as if he wanted to stare a hole through her.

Song Qingjia, an aerodynamics engineer.

Ha, then he'll see her all the time in the future, won't he?

He smirked, but then frowned and suppressed it when he realized it.

You shut up, what are you doing?

She's just a woman, I was just playing around with her, it's all over now.

They're just colleagues now, and he's curious to see what kind of car she can build for him.

He shifted his position and leaned back in his chair, only to see the person opposite him suddenly get up and walk out.

His hand paused, then he stood up. His legs moved faster than his brain, and by the time he realized what was happening, he had already followed.

As soon as Song Qingjia stepped into the tea room, the door behind her slammed shut. Without turning around, she went to get her water.

"Song Qingjia".

"Is something the matter?" She turned around after filling the water container.

Xu Zhouye was standing very close to her; when she turned around, the tip of her nose almost touched his chest.

She looked up at him, and her eyes fell on his sexy Adam's apple, which bobbed as he spoke, as if deliberately teasing her senses.

When did you join Vortex?

Three months ago.

"Three months ago," he repeated, scoffing, "you really don't tell me anything."

Song Qingjia asked doubtfully, "Do we have a relationship where we tell each other everything?"

Xu Zhouye was taken aback, then heard her continue in an innocent tone, "You didn't agree to be my—"

"Shut up!" he interrupted angrily, afraid of hearing the words "friends with benefits" from her again. He had PTSD from those words and couldn't stand them.

Seeing this, Song Qingjia inexplicably felt that he was trying to cover up his true intentions.

She placed the glass on the bar counter beside her and suddenly reached out.

She grabbed the man's collar and pulled him closer.

Song Qingjia stared intently into Xu Zhouye's eyes and asked, "Are you regretting it?"

"Do you regret rejecting my offer?"