Spring Night Kiss.

"Want to go eat?" Xu Zhouye caught up with Song Qingjia and naturally put his arm around her waist.

Song Qingjia glanced down and gave a soft "hmm".

She was indeed a little hungry, but it was dinner time and there were long queues outside all the restaurants.

She stood at the escalator entrance, glanced at it, and frowned.

Xu Zhouye glanced in the direction of her gaze, then looked away, leaning closer to her ear: "Don't want to wait in line?"

"You can line up if you want." She tilted her head.

He chuckled, took out his phone, typed a few words, and sent it. Then he put his phone away, took his girlfriend's hand, and said, "Come on, let's skip the line."

Song Qingjia followed in his footsteps.

The car drove two streets and stopped in front of a building. Xu Zhouye parked the car, and the two took the elevator directly to the fifty-second floor.

As soon as the door opened, the entire sky rushed in. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was the city skyline, with rivers like ribbons and buildings like forests, stretching all the way to the horizon.

The waiter led them to a seat by the window.

Song Qingjia sat down, turning her gaze away from the window, and saw the man opposite her leaning back in his chair, his hand resting on the edge of the table, his knuckles tapping lightly twice.

"The head chef of this restaurant came from Tuscany; you'll definitely like it."

Song Qingjia did like it, but she still deliberately asked, "How did you know?"

Of course, he had to shamelessly approach Lu Yanbai to find out the information from his girlfriend. In the process, he even lost a sports car he had treasured for a long time.

He wouldn't tell her something so embarrassing.

"Because we're on the same wavelength." Xu Zhouye leaned back in his chair, grinning with a roguish air.

"...Old-fashioned."

She silently accepted the menu from the waiter and lowered her head to order. After looking around, she finally ordered the chef's selection of the day, but it didn't include a main course, only a small dish, a salad, and a dessert.

Xu Zhouye frowned: "Not ordering any staple food?"

"Eating too much at night will make you fat."

Xu Zhouye hesitated, but ultimately said nothing.

A good boyfriend should not contradict all his girlfriend's decisions; at worst, he can feed her a little more later.

He ordered his main course, soup, and cold dishes, and also a bottle of Chianti recommended by the waiter.

Before the dishes were even served, Song Qingjia picked up her wine glass, swirling the liquid until a thin layer of purplish-red clung to the glass. She smelled it; it had distinct aromas of cherry and licorice, a bright acidity, and mild tannins.

Upon entry, the wine glides across the tongue, leaving a slightly mineral aftertaste.

Seeing her take another sip, Xu Zhouye picked up his glass and asked, "Do you like it?"

She nodded: "I like it."

"I have a bottle of 1999 Saltiano; it tastes even better."

Song Qingjia paused, "So you're asking me out for drinks?"

Xu Zhouye: "Do I have the honor?"

Song Qingjia stared at him for a while, then suddenly laughed: "Okay, let's see when you win the championship."

Xu Zhouye looked helpless: "I would like to, but you guys have to build me a car that can compete for the championship."

"It's under construction, it's under construction. We're working overtime every day to run simulations," Song Qingjia said helplessly.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Before the dishes were served, Song Qingjia turned her head to look out the window.

As darkness fell, the streetlights lit up one by one, their warm yellow glow adding a touch of coziness and guiding people home.

But where is her home?

It seems that her home was gone after her father passed away. All the places she lived afterward were just places to stay, not homes.

Home is where you can rely on someone.

"What are you thinking about?" Xu Zhouye followed her gaze and looked outside.

Song Qingjia rested her chin on her hand, without turning around: "I was thinking about the places I used to live."

"Suzhou, Jingzhou, London, Shanghai... there are quite a few."

Xu Zhouye leaned back in his chair, watching her. The lights of countless homes outside the window reflected in her eyes, as brilliant as fireworks.

"Then I'll count too."

Song Qingjia turned back, still propping her head up, looking all ears.

Xu Zhouye said, "Monte Carlo, Silverstone, Monza, Spa... I spend more time in hotels than at home."

He started training and competing in youth sports in Europe alone when he was a teenager. Jiang Yunsheng would sometimes fly over to be with him, but she had her own career and a husband to spend time with, so her visits were always brief.

Most of the time, he only had himself and the car in his hand.

Song Qingjia looked into his smiling eyes. The light cast a warm yellow rim on his profile, and a small shadow fell across his nose, making his features appear even more deep and defined.

"So," he met her gaze, a slight smile playing on his lips, "we're both wanderers, so we're a perfect match."

Song Qingjia didn't reply, but his words gently touched her heart. She lowered her eyes, her fingers slowly circling the rim of the glass.

"Do you miss home?"

Xu Zhouye's expression softened: "I didn't think about it before, I didn't have time to think about it. But now, I think about it occasionally." He paused, then changed the subject, "I even think about you."

Song Qingjia tilted her head and smiled: "What are you thinking about me for?"

"I wonder if you're asleep, if you've eaten, if you're working overtime again." He picked up his glass, took a sip, and his Adam's apple bobbed. "I'm thinking about you. Are you thinking about me?"

Song Qingjia's smile deepened, and she hummed in a slightly haughty tone, "I still miss you a little."

Xu Zhouye raised an eyebrow.

"Just a little?"

"One point is already a lot, okay? I haven't even had time to think about Cheng Yizhen."

Xu Zhouye nodded seriously: "That's a lot indeed. But you'll have to miss me even more when I go to Canada this time."

"don't want."

"You have no choice but to say no." Xu Zhouye deliberately narrowed his eyes.

"I just don't want it, what can you do about it?" Song Qingjia rarely acted like a spoiled child.

"What else can I do? I can only hide under the covers and cry." Xu Zhouye pretended to sigh.

Song Qingjia finally burst out laughing.

Seeing her smiling eyes, Xu Zhouye's lips curled into a smile. He reached out and pushed the bread towards her, saying, "Eat something first; the steak will take a while."

Song Qingjia glanced down at the bread basket, picked up a piece, broke off a small corner, and put it in her mouth. The toasted bread had a crispy crust, a soft interior, and a sweet taste of wheat flour.

She chewed, then suddenly asked, "So, which place do you like the most?"

"Monaco." He said without hesitation.

"Because of the racetrack?"

"Because the weather is nice, and it's by the sea." He turned his head to look at her, "and the tax rate is low there."

Song Qingjia couldn't help but laugh again: "Young Master Xu, you still care about this little bit of tax money?"

"You have to take it seriously. You need to save enough for your wife." Xu Zhouye leaned back in his chair, staring at her. "Otherwise, where will you get the money to buy her jewelry, yachts, and airplanes?"

Song Qingjia frowned slightly. What was he talking about? When did she ask him to buy these things?

"Am I just that kind of materialistic woman in your eyes?" she asked in a hostile tone.

Xu Zhouye didn't speak, he just stared at her.

She gradually became uncomfortable watching, and suddenly realized what she had said.

As the curve of his lips widened, and he was about to speak, she suddenly reached out and covered his mouth.

"You didn't hear anything, and I didn't say anything."