Spring Night Kiss.

When Song Qingjia woke up the next day, she still had a fever and felt listless.

Xu Zhouye placed the back of his hand on her forehead to test her temperature, his brow furrowing slightly. With his other hand, he picked up her phone and sent a message to Davis, asking for leave for her.

Song Qingjia didn't stop her; she really couldn't go to work in this condition.

"Get some rest." He placed his phone on the bedside table, looked down at her, and reached out to brush the stray hairs from her face. "I'm going to headquarters first. Be a good girl and wait for me to come back."

"Mm," Song Qingjia replied.

Xu Zhouye didn't move, and continued to sit by the bed watching her.

"Aren't you leaving yet?"

"You haven't kissed me yet," he said matter-of-factly.

Song Qingjia: "...Why did you kiss me?"

"Isn't that how it's always portrayed in TV dramas? When a boyfriend leaves the house, his girlfriend gives him a kiss."

"..." Where did you get all this nonsense from?

However, Song Qingjia still reached out and grabbed his collar, pulled him down, and kissed him on the corner of his mouth. Although it was perfunctory, it was still a kiss.

"Alright, let's get going. We need to find out what's wrong with your lousy engine. Monaco can't afford to hold our pneumatics department back any longer."

"Yes, ma'am."

Xu Zhouye lowered his head and gave her a formal kiss on the lips before leaving.

-

The meeting room of the power unit department in the team's technical center was full of people.

The meeting lasted for three hours, and the investigation results regarding the battery malfunction gradually became clear.

The fault originated from a loose solder joint inside a group of battery cells, which caused a sudden increase in resistance under heavy load conditions. After the BMS detected the abnormality, it triggered a protective power-off.

The engine division has pledged to conduct a full re-inspection of the same batch of batteries and to start a new battery assembly in Monaco.

Xu Zhouye didn't have much to say, but he coldly reminded us, "This is only the fifth stop, and we've already used up one battery limit."

The FIA ​​stipulates that each driver can only use three batteries throughout the entire season. If the limit is exceeded, a driver will be penalized and forced to retire at the next race.

This means that even if you achieve pole position, it's all for nothing, and you're just doing the work for someone else.

After he finished speaking, he walked straight out of the conference room, leaving everyone looking at each other in bewilderment.

Seeing this, Lin Bosheng followed suit.

In the corridor, he followed Xu Zhouye, hesitating to speak several times.

Xu Zhouye glanced at him, but didn't stop walking: "Say what you want to say."

Lin Bosheng looked around; there was no one else in the corridor. He lowered his voice and asked, "Brother Ye, are you with Sister Qingjia?"

God knows how shocked he was when he saw that Weibo post, but because of the competition, he endured it for three days until he returned to China before he couldn't help but ask.

Xu Zhouye didn't stop walking. He turned his head to look at him and lazily hummed in agreement.

Lin Bosheng paused slightly. Even though he had already guessed it, he was still taken aback when he heard the affirmative answer from the other party.

The flower on a high mountain has actually fallen to earth!

His idol didn't just follow cars, he followed women!

"Keep it to yourself, don't go around spreading rumors." Xu Zhouye's tone remained lazy.

Lin Bosheng nodded vigorously, saying "okay, okay, okay" several times.

In her mind, she was thinking that the Weibo post was practically an open secret. There were only two or three female aerodynamics experts in the team, and anyone could guess who it was just by making a few connections.

He felt that most people had probably guessed it, but they just kept quiet about it.

Lin Bosheng quickened his pace, then caught up, asking gossipily, "So how long have you two been together? Who pursued whom?"

Xu Zhouye stepped into the elevator.

Lin Bosheng followed him inside and asked, "Brother Ye, didn't you say women only affect your driving speed? What, doesn't Sister Qingjia affect you?"

Xu Zhouye finally looked at him again and scoffed, "You're very free?"

Lin Bosheng obediently shut his mouth.

Okay, even after he started dating, his idol remained sharp-tongued.

"If you have free time, run more simulators. If you still can't get on the podium in Monaco, then go run ten laps on the track."

Lin Bosheng: "..."

"I'll go and run."

"Um."

The elevator descended to the first floor.

The door opened, and Xu Zhouye strode out, but stopped after taking two steps. He turned around and said to Lin Bosheng inside, "Tell Lucas not to contact me unless it's absolutely necessary this week."

"Oh... okay," Lin Bosheng replied.

Xu Zhouye got into the driver's seat, started the engine, and drove out of the parking lot. Sunlight streamed in through the car window, and he squinted, tapping his fingers lightly on the steering wheel.

He recalled that whenever he was sick as a child, Ms. Jiang would bring back a small cake from outside, saying that eating something sweet would make him happier and that being happy would help him recover faster.

He certainly didn't believe it, but he still turned the car around at the intersection.

-

Xu Zhouye carried the blueberry mousse and pushed open the apartment door.

Song Qingjia certainly didn't tell him the door lock code, but it wasn't a big problem; he secretly registered his fingerprint last night.

In the living room, the girl, startled by the noise, turned around, then her eyes lit up. She put Er Gou aside, jumped off the sofa barefoot, and ran towards the door.

He ran halfway and then suddenly stopped, trying to cover his tracks by putting his hands behind his back and looking left and right but not at the person at the door.

Xu Zhouye stood in the entryway, raising an eyebrow: "Why aren't you coming over?"

Song Qingjia raised her chin: "Who said I was coming over? I'm going to get some water, okay?"

Xu Zhouye chuckled softly, walked up to her, put his arm around her waist, picked her up, and put her back on the sofa.

He placed the cake on the coffee table, sat down next to her, and naturally took her foot and touched it.

"You're sick and you're not wearing shoes? You'll be punished."

Song Qingjia was speechless. He still wanted to punish her?

They've reversed the Heavenly Gang.

She glared at him, pulled her foot back, and stuffed it under the pillow.

"Xu Zhouye".

"Um?"

"I've noticed that you seem to have lost sight of your place in the world."

Xu Zhouye humbly inquired, "What is my status?"

Song Qingjia pointed to Song Ergou lying not far away: "You're on the same level as it." After a pause, she added, "No, you should be a little lower than it."

"I'm not even as good as it?"

Song Qingjia nodded: "In terms of who came first, it arrived a little earlier than you."

She continued slowly, "So, in this family, I'm the one who punishes you, not the other way around. Got it?"

The man stared at her with a half-smile, then nodded: "I've got it."

Song Qingjia was very satisfied. She patted his head and smiled, "That's a good boy."

Xu Zhouye grabbed her hand and played with it, asking, "I've been so good, aren't you going to give me a reward?"

Song Qingjia pretended not to know what he was talking about and turned his face towards the screen. Before he came back, she had been watching the replay of the Canadian Grand Prix.

"There's a reward! I already have a plan for the next upgrade; I think it will improve my lap time by 0.3 points."

Xu Zhouye pinched her fingertips in annoyance: "You're just giving me the runaround again."

"I wasn't just being perfunctory. Didn't you say you wanted to drive the car I made to the highest podium?" Song Qingjia said innocently.

Little brat, she thinks she can't handle him?