Spring Night Kiss.

"You keep an eye on things, I'm going to take a shower."

Song Qingjia left after saying that, and went into the bathroom. A moment later, the sound of water could be heard.

Warm yellow light shone through the frosted glass door, and shadows swayed in the steam, their blurred outlines softened by the light.

Xu Zhouye leaned back on the sofa, stared at the glass door for two seconds, then tugged at his collar and unbuttoned the top button.

This woman is adept at seducing him.

Song Qingjia had no idea what the outsiders were thinking. She took a hot shower to wash away her fatigue.

Half an hour later, the bathroom door opened, and she came out wearing a white bathrobe. Her wet hair was wrapped in a towel on her head, revealing a section of her fair nape.

Xu Zhouye leaned back on the sofa, his hand resting on his side, and tilted his head to stare at her.

Slowly and leisurely, he measured her body inch by inch.

Song Qingjia slowed down her hand while drying her hair and looked up at him.

His collar had been open at some point, revealing his delicate collarbones, and his chest rose and fell with his breath. The look in his eyes was sticky and definitely not innocent.

"Come and eat."

Song Qingjia walked over in her slippers, and the coffee table was already full of dishes.

Steamed grouper, stir-fried shrimp with crab roe, blanched bok choy, chicken soup with fish maw... a sumptuous Chinese meal.

"So many?"

Since you said "anything is fine," I had no choice but to order everything.

He pulled her to his side, put the chopsticks in her hand, and said, "Eat quickly, they'll get cold."

Song Qingjia didn't stand on ceremony, picking up a piece of fish and putting it in her mouth. It was tender, smooth, and fragrant, so delicious that her eyes narrowed. It was rare to find such authentic Chinese food in Monaco.

"Which Chinese restaurant is this?"

"It's not a Chinese restaurant. A friend of mine lives here, so I asked his chef to make some soup." He said, ladling her a bowl of soup. "Eat more."

Song Qingjia paused for a moment while picking up food with her chopsticks, then looked up at him.

"You need to be well-fed to have the energy," Xu Zhouye added with a smile.

That's exactly what they meant; the two of them will be very busy for the next three days.

One was busy collecting data and working with other engineers to improve the car's tuning. The other was busy racing lap after lap, squeezing out the car's top speed.

Unlike other Grand Prix races, Monaco has a narrow track, making overtaking difficult, and your qualifying results almost entirely determine your race performance.

In the three practice sessions, both drivers achieved decent lap times. They even swept the top two spots in all three sessions.

Xu Zhouye took off his helmet, brushed his hair aside, stood by the control panel, and bent down to get closer to the screen.

His breathing hadn't completely calmed down; his chest heaved as he gasped for air.

Song Qingjia could feel the heat of his breath on the back of her neck. She turned her head to look at him, and their eyes met. A smile flashed in his eyes.

"The lap times are pretty good, very competitive." The speaker was Mike, Xu Zhouye's race engineer.

Xu Zhouye: "Mm."

He looked at the few pages of data on the screen for a while, then pointed to one of the curves.

"At turn three, the rear of the car slipped a little when exiting the turn, but the steering correction was less than in the previous section." He leaned closer. "Did you adjust the endplates?"

Song Qingjia dodged his sneaky hand and said calmly, "No, it's because you optimized the line. You braked five meters later when entering the corner and accelerated two percent earlier when exiting the corner, which squeezed the vortex control zone of the endplate more thoroughly."

Xu Zhouye's lips curved slightly, and his hand continued to follow, pinching the soft flesh on her waist.

Song Qingjia glared at him.

The man, knowing when to stop, straightened up and said, "We'll use this setup for qualifying. As the track evolves, the lap times should be able to go even faster."

Mike nodded: "We are strong contenders for pole position today."

"I will do my best. Thank you all for your hard work."

Xu Zhouye patted him on the shoulder and then shook hands with each of the engineers and mechanics.

This naturally includes Song Qingjia.

When he let go, he gently scratched her palm, but there was no sign of anything unusual on his face.

"You guys are busy, I'll go back to the lounge first." After he finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the end of the corridor.

Song Qingjia glared at his retreating figure, then looked away and continued working.

Two hours later was the qualifying race. Xu Zhouye usually stayed in the rest room during this break, doing nothing but closing his eyes to rest and simulating the car speeding on the track in his mind.

Suddenly, the bell rang, breaking the silence of the lounge.

Xu Zhouye opened his eyes and glanced at his phone screen. Surprisingly, it was his mother calling.

He answered the phone, but before he could even speak, the other end said, "I'm in Monaco, just arrived. Are you done with your work?"

"Mom, why didn't you tell me beforehand?"

"There's no surprise if you tell me in advance," Jiang Yunsheng said with a smile, urging him, "Hurry up and pick me up."

"They're here."

Xu Zhouye hung up the phone and walked towards the VIP entrance of Weichang.

From afar, I spotted a sophisticated woman in a beige suit, wearing sunglasses and a hat, standing under an awning. Beside her was a bodyguard in a dark suit.

He strode over and said, "Mom."

Jiang Yunsheng took off his sunglasses and glanced at his son a few times; he was still as handsome as ever.

She was very satisfied.

Good looks are a form of productivity.

You can't get a daughter-in-law if you're not good-looking.

However, we can't praise him, lest he become arrogant.

"What's wrong with your hairstyle? It's a mess. Can't you fix it?" she said disapprovingly.

Xu Zhouye: "..."

They'll all be stuffed into the helmet in no time, so what's the point of cleaning them up?

"What brings you here?" he asked, gesturing for her to come inside.

"Your dad has a meeting, and I'm just lazing around at home." Jiang Yunsheng put her sunglasses into her handbag and followed him with a leisurely pace. "I just happened to come and watch your match."

"I understand. You only thought of me because my dad was too busy to spend time with you."

Jiang Yunsheng scoffed, "It's good enough that I even thought of you. You want to compare yourself to your father?"

Xu Zhouye quickly begged for mercy: "I wouldn't dare."

Jiang Yunsheng gave a soft hum, her high heels clicking loudly on the ground.

Xu Zhouye followed with a smile.

"Shall I take you to a VIP box during the ranked match later?"

Jiang Yunsheng would occasionally come to watch his races, but she usually stayed in the team's VIP box. It was too hot and noisy outside, which she didn't like.

But this time...

"I'm not going to the private room, I'll stay in the P room."

Xu Zhouye glanced at her. "Don't you mind the crowds and the noise?"

Jiang Yunsheng glared at him: "Mind your own business."

He couldn't control her; he could only coax and pamper her.

The two entered the P room. As they passed the control panel, Song Qingjia and Mike were discussing something in front of the screen. Hearing footsteps, they looked up.

Song Qingjia was taken aback.

The wealthy woman who was staring at her and smiling looked somewhat familiar.

She remembered; it seemed they had met once before, at a hospital in Jingzhou.

"...This is my mother. Please take care of her during the competition." Xu Zhouye was worried about Jiang Yunsheng, so he asked the staff to look after her.

Song Qingjia raised her head again after lowering it.

Is she Xu Zhouye's mother?