Spring Night Kiss.

During the race, the driver's and team's TR (Training Record) content is completely public.

This means that car enthusiasts all over the world heard what he just said.

As a result, social media exploded instantly.

"Wild God has a girlfriend???"

"I'm heartbroken, but I'm also totally hooked."

"That tone is so doting, nobody understands it!"

"Any inside information? Who exactly is this person who took down the Wild God? And who is this stunningly beautiful woman?"

"..."

The comments section went from shock to envy to frantic speculation, with tens of thousands of comments appearing within an hour.

Some people are digging up clues from his past interviews, while others are analyzing whether his recent improvement in mood is due to being in a relationship.

Some people even dug up a video of him flipping his hair at the Japan Station and commented: "Men with girlfriends are different; even flipping his hair gives off a married man vibe."

It would be difficult for Song Qingjia not to know these things, because He Yonglin immediately sent her screenshots, accompanied by a screen full of exclamation marks.

[Qingjia, Qingjia!!! Have you seen the news?! Wild God has a girlfriend!!!]

Do you know who it is?

Song Qingjia glanced at it, felt a headache coming on, and typed back: 【I don't know!】

Then I put my phone face down on the table, leaned back in my chair, and closed my eyes.

girlfriend.

She couldn't be bothered to correct it.

Anyway, he won't listen to me, so I'll just give up.

With this "give up" mentality, she left headquarters and returned home.

After working non-stop for more than a month, the next few days are her vacation, and she finally has the chance to sleep in.

She took a quick shower, put her phone on silent, and then collapsed into bed, sleeping soundly for a whole day. She woke up once to drink some water, and then fell asleep again.

When I woke up again, it was already noon the next day.

Song Ergou slept obediently beside her pillow, and the morning light peeked in through the gaps in the curtains, falling on the floor.

Song Qingjia was still a little dazed. She picked up her phone from the bedside table and glanced at it. The screen was full of missed calls from Shen Lingyi.

She paused, then dialed back.

The phone rang for a short time before it was answered. Before she could say anything, a scream came from the other end.

Song Qingjia silently moved the phone a little further away, and only after the screams subsided did she bring it back to her ear: "You won the lottery?"

"Song Qingjia, your phone's finally on, huh?" Shen Lingyi complained. "I called you twenty times, I almost called the police!"

Song Qingjia apologized very skillfully, deliberately softening her voice: "I was sleeping and didn't hear you."

Shen Lingyi scoffed, "You still have the mind to sleep?"

Song Qingjia: "Why not?"

Shen Lingyi wasn't as composed as her. She tentatively asked, "You and Xu Zhouye have made up? You're together now?"

Song Qingjia rolled over, saying casually, "Well, I guess so."

Shen Lingyi frowned.

Being together is being together, what does it mean to count as being together?

Song Qingjia explained lazily, "It's all about sex, not feelings. It's just playing around."

Shen Lingyi: "..."

That sounds so nice, but isn't it just the behavior of a scumbag woman? It's outrageous!

"Heh, but you two have made your way in front of the whole world," Shen Lingyi said, deliberately mimicking Xu Zhouye's tone in an affected manner, "You weren't disappointed, were you, my girlfriend~"

Song Qingjia maintained her nonchalant tone: "Nobody knows he was talking to me."

Shen Lingyi: "She got the benefit but is still acting innocent."

God knows how excited she was after seeing the news. Calling someone your girlfriend in front of the whole world—how romantic! It's not just showing affection; it's practically throwing your love in the face of the whole world.

"Do you know how many people online envy you right now? Being declared your ownership by a handsome, wild, and talented man in front of the whole world—tell me, how does that feel?!"

"I don't feel anything," Song Qingjia said.

"You're kidding me!"

Song Qingjia couldn't help but smile slightly: "A little annoyed, would you call that a feeling?"

"Annoying?" Shen Lingyi's voice rose eight octaves. "You call this annoying? Song Qingjia, are you even human?"

"I said he was annoying, but I didn't say I didn't like him."

"Song Qingjia, the toughest thing about you is probably your mouth, isn't it?" Shen Lingyi said speechlessly.

"Not bad, my fists are pretty hard too."

Shen Lingyi chose to hang up on this ungrateful woman.

Song Qingjia smiled slightly, tossed her phone aside, and lay on the bed staring at the ceiling.

Er Gou had somehow moved from the foot of the bed to beside her pillow, its fluffy tail brushing against her face. She reached out and scooped it up, burying her face in its belly and taking a deep breath.

"Am I wrong? He's just so annoying, isn't he?" she asked Er Gou.

Er Gou, of course, couldn't answer her.

Song Qingjia put the cat down, lifted the covers, and got out of bed.

She took a quick shower, dried her hair, and then sat down at the dressing table.

After working non-stop for so long, staying up late and working overtime, her skin wasn't in its best condition in the mirror, but it was still in good shape, and after sleeping all day, it had recovered quite a bit.

She picked up the foundation, carefully patted it on, then applied eye makeup, mascara, and lipstick.

A very exquisite full makeup look.

Bright and elegant, she was very satisfied.

She got up and pulled a dress from the closet. It was a pine green velvet slip dress, fitted at the waist, with the hem reaching mid-calf, revealing the curves of her collarbone and shoulder blades.

Her long hair was let down, cascading down her back and obscuring her delicate, fair shoulder blades.

Xu Zhouye's private jet was scheduled to land at 8 PM. Considering he had stood on the podium, she decided to go pick him up.

But she didn't tell him.

Song Qingjia parked his car in front of the business jet terminal, glanced down at his phone, and saw no new messages on the screen.

He probably thought she was still asleep.

Xu Zhouye did think that Song Qingjia was probably still catching up on sleep, since he had been competing for three days, and the engineering team at the Shanghai factory had been working through the night for the same three days.

He walked quickly out of the VIP passage with his head down, and as he came out through the glass door, he inexplicably noticed a gaze upon him.

I looked up as if by some strange impulse, and suddenly stopped in my tracks.

Beside the black Cayenne, a woman in a pine-green dress leaned against the car door. She was graceful and strikingly beautiful.

Who else could it be but Song Qingjia?

Xu Zhouye chuckled softly, strode towards her, stopped in front of her, and braced one hand on the roof of the car behind her, trapping her in front of him.

Song Qingjia looked up at him with a clear, bright gaze.

"You dressed like this to pick me up?" he asked slowly.

His gaze slowly slid from her eyebrows to her collarbone, then down to the sliver of leg peeking out from under her skirt, before returning to her lips, the corners of her mouth gradually curving upwards.

Song Qingjia felt as if a pair of hands were caressing her body wantonly, with a naked possessiveness.

"Song Qingjia, did you come to pick me up at the airport, or to seduce me?"