Spring Night Kiss.

Xu Zhouye leaned back against the barrel and continued to play with Song Qingjia's fingers.

"I've made a reservation at a restaurant. Shall we have dinner together tonight?"

Song Qingjia tilted her head: "No way."

"Hmm?" Xu Zhouye squeezed her fingertips. "Are you meeting up with some random man or woman?"

Song Qingjia: "I forgot to tell you, you're treating everyone to dinner tonight at seven o'clock."

Xu Zhouye raised an eyebrow: "Me?"

"Yes, it's you." She said matter-of-factly.

Although Xu Zhouye didn't know why he was suddenly told to treat her to dinner, he certainly wouldn't contradict her.

"OK."

With so many people, he simply booked the entire private club on the banks of the Huangpu River, providing a one-stop service for eating, drinking, and entertainment.

The old detached house is hidden in the shade of sycamore trees. There is an osmanthus tree in the yard. It is not yet the flowering season, but the leaves are shiny under the streetlights.

We ate in a large private room on the second floor, with three tables, and it was very lively.

There weren't many young women in the caravan, so He Yonglin squeezed in next to Song Qingjia. This time she learned her lesson and refused to gossip about people behind their backs, especially about Xu Zhouye.

But she couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Qingjia, are you and Yeshen very close?"

Song Qingjia picked up a piece of food with her chopsticks, chewed it slowly, and then said, "Just an ordinary colleague."

Whether it was her imagination or not, Xu Zhouye glanced over as soon as she finished speaking.

Song Qingjia took a sip of wine without changing his expression.

It's too far away and noisy, he probably can't hear it.

"Oh." He Yonglin nodded.

She said that a great beauty would definitely not pay attention to a man like Xu Zhouye who doesn't understand romance, even though he is very handsome.

But being handsome can't put food on the table.

A man needs to know how to say sweet words and how to flatter women.

As the dishes were served, people took turns chatting. Song Qingjia didn't say much, but occasionally when He Yonglin pulled her to take a selfie, she would smile slightly in response.

Halfway through the meal, she made an excuse, put down her chopsticks, left the private room, walked down the corridor to the front desk, and handed over her card.

"Check, please."

The staff quickly settled the bill and handed it over along with the card.

Song Qingjia took it and glanced at it.

Great, six figures, that's her monthly salary.

She put the card back in her pocket, and as she turned around, she saw Xu Zhouye leaning against the wall in the corridor, having been there for who knows how long.

He wore a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms. His hair was dry and casually pulled back, revealing his forehead. He looked at her with a faint, enigmatic smile playing on his lips.

Song Qingjia walked over and stood in front of him.

"Why do I feel like our roles are completely reversed?" he said.

Normally, it's the man who secretly pays the bill to surprise the woman. Why is it that in his case, he's the one being surprised?

This is very strange; it makes him seem like a fool.

Song Qingjia said, "Since I offered to treat you, there's no reason why you should pay for it."

Xu Zhouye pondered the implication of those words for a moment, then asked, "This isn't the reward you were talking about, is it?"

Song Qingjia was speechless: "Do you think I'm the kind of person who goes back on their word? I told you to bring it up, how could you go back on your word?"

Xu Zhouye hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

He really wanted to say, "She is."

He would sleep with her and then leave without a word, and this wasn't the first time. He had a long history of offenses that were too numerous to recount.

Song Qingjia snorted, too lazy to pay him any attention, and turned to go back to the private room.

He reached out and grabbed her wrist.

"Don't go."

She stopped and turned to look at him: "What?"

"I'll take you somewhere."

Song Qingjia looked at him suspiciously, but didn't ask any more questions, letting him pull her to the other side of the corridor.

Just as the two figures disappeared at the end of the corridor, Craig emerged from the shadows with a grim face. He had only come out for some fresh air, never expecting to witness this scene.

He had already sensed something unusual between the two of them in the headquarters elevator lobby, and now he was even more certain.

No wonder that woman was given such an important role by Davis as soon as she joined the team, and was put in charge of designing such core racing car components.

It turns out they climbed up to Xu Zhouye, this big tree.

Everyone in the team knows that this young and ambitious top driver is the team owner's cousin and has a distinguished family background.

"Heh." He snorted softly and turned back to the private room.

Meanwhile, Xu Zhouye led Song Qingjia to the top floor via elevator. The door opened, revealing a shorter corridor that ended at a fire door.

He pushed open the door, and a sudden gust of night wind rushed in.

Song Qingjia looked up and saw the entire rooftop.

Wicker tables and chairs, warm yellow string lights, and a row of fine-leaved reeds planted along the railing, swaying in the wind.

But none of these things caught her eye; instead, she noticed an astronomical telescope set up beside the railing. Its silvery-white tube pointed towards the southeast sky, and a red illumination line hung from one side of the eyepiece.

Song Qingjia walked over, bent down to examine the angle of the glasses: "When were these prepared?"

"I was helped up during dinner just now." Xu Zhouye leaned against the railing, his hands in his pockets, looking up at the sky. "Tonight, Saturn is with the moon, in the southeast, at the perfect angle."

He paused, somewhat helplessly, "We had already made arrangements with the planetarium, but who knew you... I had to find someone to bring this telescope over at the last minute."

Song Qingjia didn't speak, but leaned down and brought her eyes close to the eyepiece, adjusting the focus.

In the field of vision, Saturn's golden disk was clearly visible, its rings tilted. Not far away, only a crescent moon, silvery white, was visible, the starlight and moonlight overlapping, creating an incredibly gentle scene.

"Do you know what Saturn is called in Western mythology?" she suddenly asked.

Xu Zhouye came up behind her.

"What?"

"It is called Cronus, symbolizing time and eternity."

These were all things Song Mingqian told her when she was a child.

He said that Saturn is like a quiet guardian beside the moon, silently accompanying it in the vast universe. It represents a love that has stood the test of time and is unwavering until death.

Song Qingjia did not continue speaking.

She straightened up, turned her head, and asked, "Do you want to see?"

Xu Zhouye raised an eyebrow: "You want me to recognize it?"

Song Qingjia nodded.

The two of them squeezed together in front of the eyepiece, extremely close, and her rich, delicate fragrance gradually entered his nostrils, becoming addictive.

A night breeze blew across the Huangpu River, sending stray strands of her hair flying onto his face. He reached out and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, his fingertips brushing against her earlobe, leaving behind a thin layer of calluses.

Do you like it?

Song Qingjia straightened up and thought for a moment: "I like it, but it's not quite there yet."

"What's missing?"

She tiptoed, hooked her arms around his neck, and kissed the corner of his mouth. The kiss was short, so short that she didn't even have time to feel the warmth of his lips before she pulled away.

She smiled slyly: "Now, it's complete."

Xu Zhouye chuckled softly, gripping her neck to prevent her from pulling away. He kissed her, ten times more intensely than the previous, seemingly casual kiss.

Song Qingjia reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist in response.

This was the second time he had taken her to see the stars.