Spring Night Kiss.

Song Qingjia wanted to roll her eyes.

But Lin Bosheng also came closer.

She had no choice but to swallow her pride and say, "It's theoretically feasible, but it would increase wind resistance. I need to run a comparative simulation to confirm."

Xu Zhouye: "Send me a copy of the data after you've finished running it."

Song Qingjia: "...Okay."

After saying that, the man led Lin Bosheng to the simulator room.

Song Qingjia watched his retreating figure, then kicked him twice before feeling relieved.

After recording all the data, she came out of the wind tunnel with her tablet and checked the time; it was almost six o'clock.

She paused, realizing something was wrong.

Today is Song Ergou's second vaccination day, but the pet hospital closes at 6 PM. I don't know if I'll make it back in time.

She walked quickly down the corridor, went into the office to grab her bag, and then headed out.

As soon as the car stopped in the underground parking garage, Wen Shixu sent a WeChat message: [Ms. Song, is Er Gou still coming for his vaccination today?]

Song Qingjia glanced at the time; it was exactly six o'clock.

She leaned back in the driver's seat and typed: "Excuse me, Dr. Wen, I just left the company. Is it already time to leave? Perhaps we can reschedule for another day."

She just didn't know when that "another day" would be.

Tomorrow we'll be doing wind tunnel testing all day, the day after tomorrow I'll be going over simulation data with Davis, and the day after that there's a joint meeting with the power unit department.

Next comes upgrading the components, testing them on the track, analyzing the data, then making improvements, then testing again... There's an endless stream of work waiting for her.

The other end replied quickly: "It's okay, I can wait a little longer. Are you coming today?"

Song Qingjia hesitated: "That's too much trouble for you."

Wen Shixu's message came again, as if he had guessed her predicament: "Or how about this, I'll go to Er Gou's place and call him. We live in the same neighborhood anyway, it's convenient and no trouble at all."

Feeling embarrassed to refuse again, Song Qingjia replied, "Okay, then I'll trouble Dr. Wen."

Then, the house number was sent over.

She returned home, held Er Gou, and waited for only a few minutes before the doorbell rang.

Wen Shixu walked in carrying a dark blue medical bag, smiled at Song Qingjia, and then reached out to pat Song Ergou's head.

"Ergou, long time no see, you've grown a bit."

Song Ergou nestled in Song Qingjia's arms. When he saw Wen Shixu, his ears twitched. Surprisingly, he didn't flinch and even poked his head out to sniff Wen Shixu's outstretched fingers.

Wen Shixu gently scratched its chin, and the little guy let out a comfortable purr.

Song Qingjia glanced down at it, at its docile, obedient, and well-behaved appearance. She suddenly remembered the three bloody scratches on Xu Zhouye's hand—were they really from Song Ergou?

Could it be that someone is deliberately trying to slander her precious son?

What a scoundrel! He actually spread rumors about an adorable kitten.

Their intentions are utterly despicable.

The vaccination went smoothly. Wen Shixu was quick and efficient. When the needle went into the back of Er Gou's neck, Er Gou only twitched and didn't even bark.

After observing for half an hour after the treatment, Wen Shixu packed his things, slung his medical bag over his shoulder, and stood at the door to change his shoes.

"Okay, feel free to contact me anytime if you need anything."

"Thank you, Dr. Wen, for making this trip." Song Qingjia, holding the cat, opened the door.

The motion-sensor lights in the corridor were on.

The elevator doors opened just then, and Xu Zhouye stepped out. He looked up, stopped in his tracks, and his face turned ashen in an instant.

The air seemed to freeze.

Song Qingjia shifted her gaze back without changing her expression, smiling as she said goodbye to Wen Shixu. Then she closed the door, cutting off the man's almost murderous gaze.

She leaned against the door and gave a slight smile.

What does that look mean? It's like they're catching someone in the act.

ill!

Xu Zhouye's expression darkened further as he stared intently at the closed door, then turned to the man who had come out of Song Qingjia's house.

Wen Shixu turned around and was stunned to see Xu Zhouye.

The other person's gaze was extremely intimidating, making him uncomfortable. He didn't linger any longer and turned to enter the elevator.

The motion-sensor lights in the corridor went out.

Xu Zhouye was still standing in the darkness, his teeth almost grinding to powder: "That scumbag woman!"

-

At the "Morning and Evening" bar, Xu Zhouye sat alone in a booth, having already downed several drinks.

That brat Lu Yanbai has disappeared somewhere having fun; he's not answering his phone or replying to WeChat messages.

He scrolled through his WeChat contacts and saw the name "Gu Lin". It took him a while to remember that Gu Lin was Shen Yan's brother-in-law, who said he was a fan of his ironclad bicycles.

To get him to add this WeChat account, Boss Shen even increased his bonus by 20%.

He opened the chat window and typed: "Are you free? Let's grab a drink."

The other side replied instantly: 【Ahhhhhh, WildGod, you want to drink with me??? Yes yes yes yes!!! Where am I? Where am I?! 】

The screen was filled with exclamation marks, giving Xu Zhouye a headache, and he suddenly felt a little regretful.

Forget it, I just need someone to drink with; intelligence doesn't matter.

He sent the address, and about forty minutes later, the legendary car enthusiast arrived.

"My God! Wild God! Alive! Breathing!" Gu Lin looked at Xu Zhouye with adoration, almost ready to pounce on him.

Xu Zhouye sat a little further away with a hint of disdain, then beckoned to the bartender: "What would you like to drink?"

"Just be like my idol!" Gu Lin was still excited, his starry eyes never leaving his idol.

Although Gu Lin seems a bit dim-witted, he's actually an excellent drinking buddy. He's enthusiastic about pouring and drinking, but he talks too much, never stopping from beginning to end.

Xu Zhouye's head was throbbing from the noise: "Shut up!"

Gu Lin obediently shut up, not angry at all, and happily drank with him.

After three rounds, Xu Zhouye's agitation did not subside at all; on the contrary, it intensified.

Gu Lin, sensing the danger, cautiously asked, "Wild God, what's wrong?"

Xu Zhouye put down his wine glass, stared at him for two seconds, and suddenly reached out and threw his phone at him.

"Call Song Qingjia."

"Huh? Who is Song Qingjia?" Gu Lin caught it in a fluster, looking completely bewildered.

"Don't worry about who she is, just say," Xu Zhouye paused, "that I'm drunk and unconscious, and ask her to come pick me up."

Gu Lin: "?"

He didn't understand, but he did as instructed.

The phone rang four times before being answered. The woman's voice on the other end sounded impatient: "Xu Zhouye, what's wrong with you, staying up so late?"

Gu Lin paused for a moment, then subconsciously looked into the eyes of the person opposite him. However, the lighting was too dim, and the eyes were completely black, making it impossible to discern any emotion.

Xu Zhouye stared at him.

Gu Lin forced a smile and said, "Are you Miss Song? I'm Xu Zhouye's friend. He drank too much at the bar and can't walk. Could you come and pick him up? Please, please!"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone: "I'm sorry, I'm not very familiar with him. You should contact someone else."

beep-

It's over.

Gu Lin looked somewhat embarrassed and asked the person opposite him, "Wild God, this..."

Xu Zhouye sneered.

He stood up, ready to leave. Suddenly the phone rang again, and the name flashing on the screen was none other than Song Qingjia.

Gu Lin's eyes lit up.

Xu Zhouye stopped in his tracks: "Take it."

Gu Lin quickly answered the call and put it on speakerphone.

Song Qingjia's voice, transmitted through the speaker, reached Xu Zhouye's ears like heavenly music.

"Where is the address?"