Spring Night Kiss.

Davis ultimately decided to appoint Song Qingjia as the lead for the forward wing redesign project, with Craig assisting him.

The other engineers fell silent, and even those who had initially been skeptical of Geometry lowered their heads.

Needless to say, Craig, his face full of resentment, coldly agreed. As he left the conference room, he glared at her fiercely.

Song Qingjia didn't care; she didn't think she needed the help of such an arrogant and incompetent person.

She packed up her documents, picked up her laptop, and left the meeting room. She didn't even glance at the person she was passing.

Xu Zhouye snorted, twirled the pen in his hand twice, slammed it on the table with a "thud," and then got up and left.

Walking down the corridor, he took out his phone and dialed Lu Yanbai's number: "Is the house settled yet?"

Lu Yanbai was watching a movie with Shen Lingyi in his arms when he saw her name flashing on the screen, a hint of guilt crossing his face. He kissed the top of his girlfriend's head and whispered, "I'm going to answer this call."

Shen Lingyi was engrossed in the plot and waved her hand to indicate that she understood.

Lu Yanbai then got up and went to the balcony to answer the phone.

"Hey bro, stop calling all the time without any warning."

Xu Zhouye scoffed, "What do you need to prepare?"

Lu Yanbai: "I have a girlfriend now."

Xu Zhouye: "So?"

Lu Yanbai retorted confidently, almost laughing in exasperation: "So you have no sense of not wanting to disturb my date with my girlfriend?"

"You only found your girlfriend because of me, why should I be self-conscious?"

Lu Yanbai: "..." He couldn't argue with him.

Forget it, I won't argue with single people.

"I've found you a place, right across from Song Qingjia's. I've also redecorated it according to your preferences," Lu Yanbai said. "We're just waiting for you to inspect it tonight."

Xu Zhouye licked his back teeth and retorted, "Who told you to look for the house across the street from hers?"

Lu Yanbai: "?"

"Then I'll find you another one—"

"What's the combination lock number?"

Lu Yan was interrupted before he could finish speaking, leaving him utterly speechless. He pinched the bridge of his nose and said, "It's your birthday." After a pause, he continued, "Can you stop arguing? I think it's your own fault that Song Qingjia doesn't like you."

Xu Zhouye narrowed his eyes.

Lu Yanbai continued, "To win a woman's heart, you have to coax her, say sweet nothings, flirt, and be seductive things, understand?"

"Who said I was going to pursue her?"

Lu Yanbai: "..."

"Do whatever you want." With that, he hung up the phone.

Xu Zhouye stared at the blacked-out screen with disdain. Who did she think she was? Would he, Xu Zhouye, chase after a woman who had dumped him twice?

What a joke.

-

Song Qingjia returned to his office and retrieved today's data packets, flipping through them page by page. He paid particular attention to Xu Zhouye's telemetry data.

His steering inputs were clean, but he made nearly 30 percent more steering wheel corrections than his teammates at every turn.

She needs to think carefully about how to incorporate his driving style into the design of the front wing so that the two complement each other and achieve a result greater than the sum of their parts.

This is no easy task.

This thought lasted until 10 p.m.

She looked up from her computer screen, rubbed her aching shoulders, and glanced out the window, realizing that it was already late at night.

I didn't eat dinner, and my stomach feels a little uncomfortable.

She pressed her abdomen, took a moment to recover, and then got up and left the office.

The corridor was empty, with motion-sensor lights turning on one by one. As they passed the simulator room, the door opened, and Xu Zhouye walked out.

Both of them paused, their eyes met, and a silent undercurrent seemed to flow between them.

Xu Zhouye spoke first, his tone sarcastic: "So serious on your first day at work?"

"Likewise." Song Qingjia continued walking forward, passing by him.

Xu Zhouye followed, and the two entered the elevator one after the other.

"I worked overtime until 10 p.m. on the first day. People who didn't know better would think the team couldn't function without you."

"It can definitely keep going without me," Song Qingjia said, watching the floor numbers jump down, "but the downforce of your car right now might really not be enough without me."

Xu Zhouye snorted lightly: "Pretty confident, huh?"

Song Qingjia was too lazy to pay him any more attention.

The two walked towards the underground parking garage one after the other, and coincidentally, their cars were next to each other.

Song Qingjia glanced at him, unlocked her car, got in, started the engine, and drove out of the parking space. In the rearview mirror, Xu Zhouye's car also moved, following behind her at a distance of half a car length.

She turned the corner, and he turned the corner too. She left the garage, and he left the garage too. She got onto the main road, and he followed.

Song Qingjia raised an eyebrow.

She drove the car into the underground parking garage of the residential complex, found her parking space, and backed in. As she glanced to the side, she saw a car had pulled up in the space next to hers.

Xu Zhouye's car.

Song Qingjia turned off the engine, unbuckled her seatbelt, picked up her bag, got out of the car, walked to the driver's seat of the Porsche, and knocked on the window.

The car window rolled down, revealing Xu Zhouye's face. He leaned back in his seat, one hand resting on the steering wheel—a picture of a pampered young master.

Song Qingjia admitted that she was once again captivated by his handsomeness.

This man's appearance is so deceptive that she's become addicted.

Just as she was about to speak, the person inside lightly tapped the steering wheel a few times.

"Miss Song, don't overthink it," he said lazily. "I didn't follow you. I'm going home."

"I didn't say you were coming with me." Song Qingjia took a step back, putting her hands in her coat pockets. "Just a coincidence."

Xu Zhouye chuckled softly, turned off the engine, and got out of the car.

She stepped aside and watched him walk past her with his car keys in his hand. Song Qingjia followed him into the elevator.

She reached out and pressed the button for the 13th floor, then turned her head to look at him.

He didn't press it.

Which floor are you on?

Xu Zhouye leaned against the elevator wall, not replying, his gaze fixed on her right hand that was clutching her abdomen.

"Does your stomach feel uncomfortable?"

Song Qingjia was taken aback and lowered her hand from her stomach: "Um, a little bit, I forgot to eat dinner."

Xu Zhouye pursed his lips: "He's certainly dedicated to his work."

Song Qingjia retorted, "I wouldn't dare not take it lightly, for fear you'd come to my house and ambush me."

Xu Zhouye snorted and looked away, glancing at the two figures reflected in the elevator doors: "Don't misunderstand, I also live on the 13th floor."

"Of course I wouldn't misunderstand," she said. "It's just a coincidence."

The elevator doors opened, and the man strode out.

As soon as Song Qingjia stepped out of the elevator, she heard a crisp sound of the door closing. He was nowhere to be seen; only a tightly shut door remained.

She chuckled softly, turned around, and walked into her own front door.

Song Ergou was already waiting for her at the door. As soon as he saw her, he wagged his tail and came up to her.

Song Qingjia couldn't resist picking it up, burying her face in its furry belly, and taking a deep breath.

"My Er Gou is so well-behaved; those stray dogs outside aren't cute at all."

Song Ergou still didn't understand, and meowed.

Song Qingjia hugged and kissed the cat several times before putting it down and going to the bathroom to take a shower. The hot water on her body relieved some of the discomfort in her stomach.

She changed into a slip dress and came out while drying her hair.

The doorbell rang suddenly.