Spring Night Kiss.

"P1, you're in pole position."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of TR, then Xu Zhouye's voice, tinged with suppressed laughter, came through: "Anything else?"

Song Qingjia knew what he wanted to hear, but she deliberately didn't say it.

"Alright, stop drifting... hurry up and drive the car back."

Xu Zhouye chuckled: "Yes, sir."

Song Qingjia disconnected TR and pretended to look down at the data. She had already noticed several subtle glances falling on her in the garage.

One of them, in particular, has a very strong presence.

From the left and right.

Jiang Yunsheng looked at her future daughter-in-law with a smile, already planning where to hold the wedding.

We definitely need to hold one in Jingzhou; we can't lose face for the Xu family. Shouldn't we hold one in Suzhou too? She grew up in Suzhou.

If we have a child in the future, whose surname should the child take? Xu sounds nice, Song sounds nice too, it's a bit difficult to choose.

She put down her water glass, thinking she could think about this problem later.

The most urgent task now is to get her mentally challenged son to make the man happy and establish a formal relationship.

She observed that none of the people in the convoy knew about the relationship between the two; her son was at most just a mistress.

Shame!

Just as he was lost in thought, Xu Zhouye's car was pushed in by the mechanics.

He unbuckled his seatbelt, removed the steering wheel and headrest, and got out of the car, supporting himself with his hands. Everyone rushed forward to congratulate him, and he responded with a high-five.

Jiang Yunsheng also stood up and went over to hug him.

Although she was disappointed in his love life, she was naturally happy that her son was doing well academically.

She whispered in his ear, "Later, you should also use the excuse of celebration to hug your daughter-in-law."

Xu Zhouye: "..."

Do I even need to teach this?

"understood."

He released Jiang Yunsheng, walked to Song Qingjia's side, and without waiting for her to be prepared, pulled her into his arms and took a deep breath.

The aroma is irresistible; it's truly addictive.

Xu Zhouye quickly relaxed and made a perfunctory attempt to make amends: "Thank you for your hard work."

Song Qingjia: "...Of course."

-

Xu Zhouye escorted Jiang Yunsheng back to the hotel.

As soon as he entered the room, the other person said disdainfully, "Why aren't you trying to please my daughter-in-law? What are you doing here?"

Xu Zhouye chuckled, "I will go."

"Then let's go quickly, your presence hurts my eyes."

Xu Zhouye checked the room and, after confirming there were no problems, said, "Would you like to have dinner together?"

Jiang Yunsheng paused, his hand that had been rubbing his temples, and his eyes lit up: "With my daughter-in-law?"

Xu Zhouye was too lazy to correct her form of address; he figured it would happen sooner or later anyway. He nodded: "I'd like to formally introduce her to you."

Jiang Yunsheng was tempted, but then thought it might be a bit presumptuous.

The girl wasn't prepared at all to meet the parents, so she's bound to be nervous. Besides, she came in a hurry, didn't know the parents were there, and didn't have any presentable gift.

Not suitable.

She would wait until they returned to Jingzhou and formally invite her to their home. At that time, she would hand over the set of jade jewelry passed down in the Xu family to her, thus formally establishing her son's status.

The more she thought about it, the more thoughtful she felt, and she smiled with satisfaction. But then, glancing at Xu Zhouye's handsome face out of the corner of her eye, she couldn't help but show a hint of disdain.

Aside from his face, he's good for nothing.

"No wonder your daughter-in-law dislikes you. All you think about in your pig-brain is cars, isn't it?"

Xu Zhouye was puzzled. He had just invited her to dinner, so why was he scolded again?

"You want to introduce her to me, does she want to?" Jiang Yunsheng asked her back. "Putting pressure on a girl for no reason is disrespectful."

Xu Zhouye: "..."

How did this turn into a discussion about disrespect?

He just wanted to show off to his closest family members that he had a girlfriend and wasn't an unwanted dog anymore, but that wasn't allowed either?

But if his mother said no, then it must be no.

Besides, now that he thinks about it, Ms. Jiang is right; it really isn't appropriate. He should have asked Song Qingjia's opinion beforehand, and only then arranged a time if she thought it was okay.

"Then next time."

Jiang Yunsheng snorted: "Hurry up and leave, I need to video chat with your dad too."

Xu Zhouye: "..."

Xu, the third wheel, was kicked out of the room. The door slammed shut in front of him. He chuckled softly, put his hands in his pockets, and turned to walk towards the elevator.

The corridor was quiet. He leaned against the wall covered with retro-patterned wallpaper, looking down and playing with a lighter.

He looked up at the sound of footsteps and saw his girl at the far end of the road, a smile playing on her lips, typing as she slowly walked towards him.

He changed his posture, leaning to the side to watch her, wondering when she would notice him.

Even when they were right in front of him, he didn't even look up, he was engrossed in typing on his phone. I don't know who he was talking to, he was so absorbed in it.

Xu Zhouye suddenly found the smile on her lips somewhat irritating.

He simply reached out and snatched her phone away.

Song Qingjia was startled and looked up abruptly. After seeing who it was, she couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"Xu Zhouye, what are you doing! You scared me!"

Xu Zhouye immediately turned off his phone screen; he wouldn't look at anything he wasn't allowed to see.

But that didn't stop him from getting jealous: "I'm a grown man standing here and you didn't even see me? Is that my fault?"

Song Qingjia reached for her phone, but he deliberately held it high so she couldn't touch it.

"Then you need to look for the reason within yourself. Why can I see others but not you? Stop asking so many questions, it's annoying, you know!" she said irritably.

"?"

Xu Zhouye chuckled, and the "scumbag woman's quotes" were updated again.

He had to write down every single word as evidence of how she had bullied him.

"Give me back my phone." Song Qingjia reached for his arm.

Xu Zhouye raised it even higher.

Song Qingjia simply jumped onto him, and Xu Zhouye, afraid that she would fall, subconsciously reached out to catch her.

In that split second, she snatched the phone back.

"If you won't give it to me, take it back yourself." Song Qingjia clung to him, waving her phone with a hint of smugness in her voice.

Xu Zhouye paused for a moment, then chuckled softly.

Is throwing herself into his arms a way of stealing his phone or a reward?

He weighed the sly-looking girl in his hand and then patted her bottom.

Song Qingjia covered her buttocks and glared at him.

Xu Zhouye turned around with her in his arms and came to the door: "Open the door."

"You think I'll just drive because you tell me to?"

"Please, I'm begging you." He raised an eyebrow. "Baby, let me in."

Song Qingjia patted his head: "Good boy."

She reached out and swiped the door open. The man carried her inside and placed her on the sofa.

Song Qingjia immediately kicked off her shoes, grabbed a nearby cushion, and ordered, "Get me my slippers."

Xu Zhouye glanced at her, bent down to pick up her shoes, and put them back in the shoe cabinet. He then took out a pair of slippers and placed them back in front of her.

Song Qingjia continued to order him around: "I want water, ice water."

The man got up again to pour her water, but without ice.

"Your period is coming soon, so you can't drink anything cold."

Song Qingjia herself didn't remember; she tends to forget things easily when she's busy. Counting the days, it was indeed about a week later.

Xu Zhouye sat down beside her, watching her sip her drink, and then returned to the previous topic: "Who are you chatting with? You seem to be having a lot of fun."

Song Qingjia glanced at him and shoved the water glass into his hand: "Drink some water to neutralize the sour taste."

Xu Zhouye didn't stand on ceremony and drank it all in one gulp.

"You've never messaged me first."

Here we go again, he's putting on that aggrieved expression again, accusing her in a wronged tone.

But how should I put it...

Song Qingjia felt quite satisfied; she enjoyed seeing men looking wronged.

It would be even better if I could cry.

She pursed her lips, and the thought of what she was about to say made her lips curl into a smile.

"Xu Zhouye, come a little closer."

Xu Zhouye, unsuspecting, moved closer to her: "You've come closer, so what?"

Song Qingjia finally couldn't hold back her laughter.

"Why don't you... beg me while you cry?"