Spring Night Kiss.

"I know." Jiang Yunsheng could no longer pretend. Her eyebrows curved into a smile, and she smiled contentedly. "That kid's eyes weren't innocent when he looked at you."

Song Qingjia looked slightly embarrassed.

Jiang Yunsheng asked, "Have you had breakfast yet?"

"……not yet."

"Let's eat together, I haven't eaten yet either," she invited.

Song Qingjia thought for a moment and nodded.

She followed half a step behind, her heartbeat finally returning to normal. The elevator doors opened, and the two stepped inside.

There were only the two of them inside. Jiang Yunsheng's gaze never left Song Qingjia, making Song Qingjia's heart beat even faster.

Perhaps sensing her discomfort, Jiang Yunsheng struck up a casual conversation: "That brat Xu Zhouye is so boring, how did you end up with him?"

Boring?

How could something so provocative be boring?

But Song Qingjia couldn't bring herself to say it.

She considered it carefully and said, "Maybe it's because he's handsome..."

Jiang Yunsheng's smile deepened, and he nodded: "That's true, the only thing he has to show for himself is his face. But that has nothing to do with him, it's because of my good genes."

Song Qingjia was amused: "That's right, it's all thanks to my aunt's good genes."

The two went to the restaurant on the second floor.

Jiang Yunsheng chose a corner seat with a good view and a quiet atmosphere. She sat down, spread a napkin on her lap, picked up the menu and flipped through it, then looked up at Song Qingjia: "Do you prefer Western or Chinese food? This place has congee."

"Porridge is fine," Song Qingjia said.

Jiang Yunsheng nodded and turned to say a few words to the waiter.

While waiting for her food, she picked up her water glass, took a sip, and said with a smile, "You engineers must have a very hard job, right? I saw you were at the qualifying race yesterday, and you were busy the whole time."

"It's alright, I'm used to it," Song Qingjia said. "During the competition, the drivers still have it harder."

The environment inside the cockpit is much harsher than that in the garage.

"He doesn't work hard at all; driving has always been his favorite thing since he was a child," Jiang Yunsheng complained.

He paused, then suddenly changed his mind: "But right now... I think it's you I like the most."

Song Qingjia: "...Auntie is joking."

She now understood where Xu Zhouye's effortless flirtatious talk came from—it was inherited from this elegant and refined lady.

Jiang Yunsheng took another sip of tea, suppressing the urge to continue teasing.

You can't scare your daughter-in-law away, or her son will get angry with her.

"It's rare to see a girl in this industry; you're very talented," she sincerely praised.

Song Qingjia smiled and said, "There were indeed fewer before, but they have gradually increased in recent years."

Women are increasingly demonstrating their power in this industry. Leading figures include Hannah Schmitz, Red Bull's chief strategy engineer, and Laura Muller, Haas driver Ocon's race engineer.

Not to mention the many female engineers who work behind the scenes, spending their days in factories, focusing on research and development.

Jiang Yunsheng sighed, "That means this industry doesn't care about gender, but about ability, which is a good thing."

The waiter brought over the porridge and side dishes. After the porridge was settled, she picked up a spoon and ladled a bowl for Song Qingjia.

Song Qingjia accepted it: "Thank you, Auntie."

Jiang Yunsheng waved his hand and continued, "That's good too. Girls are good at technical work because they are meticulous and can sit still. I saw how steady you were when you were working in the P room yesterday."

Song Qingjia felt a little embarrassed by the praise and lowered her head to drink a sip of porridge.

The more Jiang Yunsheng praised him, the more he felt that his son was out of line, and he couldn't help but complain: "Unlike that kid Xu Zhouye, who has never been able to sit still since he was a child, the only thing he can do is sit still in the car."

He was only six years old when he first got into a go-kart.

"He was driving go-karts when he was six?"

Jiang Yunsheng smiled helplessly: "It's my friend's kid's car. He got in and wouldn't get out. While the other kids were crying, he was laughing in the car."

Song Qingjia smiled, something Xu Zhouye was capable of doing.

"Later, his dad bought him a car. At that time, we thought it would be good for him to have a hobby. We never expected that he would go further and further away..." Jiang Yunsheng said, his tone gradually becoming emotional.

"At thirteen, he contacted the European racing team himself and got his own visa."

She is the most qualified to speak about how much hardship her son has endured to get to where he is today.

Needless to say, the training was arduous, and then there was the fact that he was alone in Europe. As such a young child and an Asian, he was bound to face some discrimination based on his skin color.

He never told his family; he kept it all to himself.

Step by step, from junior karting champion to F1 champion.

Song Qingjia lowered her eyes, a deep feeling stirring within her.

Jiang Yunsheng noticed the girl's expression and chuckled triumphantly. All her words hadn't been in vain; it seemed to have had a good effect.

That expression suggests she feels sorry for that brat.

She calmly took a sip of tea, pondering how to extort money from Xu Zhouye.

He put down his teacup and changed the subject at the opportune moment: "Do you have any plans for the hunting grounds today?"

Song Qingjia's thoughts were pulled back by her, and she said, "The pre-race preparation meeting is to confirm the pit stop strategy, tire plan, and so on."

"Then eat quickly, don't let it interfere with your work."

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Song Qingjia swiped his card through the professional channel to enter the maintenance area, where staff from various teams were making pre-race preparations.

She walked all the way to the pit garage of her own fleet, only to find a completely different scene.

Apart from a few people talking at the control panel, the rest were nowhere to be seen.

Team leader Lucas turned around, saw her, and smiled: "Good morning."

Song Qingjia returned the greeting, then asked, "...Where are the others?"

Lucas walked over with a smile and pointed to the racetrack outside: "Look, they're running there."

She looked in the direction he was pointing and saw a group of people in black and gold team uniforms jogging in the morning.

The one in the lead was Xu Zhouye. He was wearing a black athletic short-sleeved shirt, revealing his arm muscles. The morning light shone from behind him, gilding his entire body with a golden edge.

Lucas, standing nearby, said, "It's a team tradition. Before each race, everyone goes to the track for a run. It's both a workout and a way to relax."

This tradition is quite simple, Song Qingjia thought to himself.

Over there, Xu Zhouye seemed to sense something and turned his head to look towards the garage.

Hundreds of meters apart, their eyes met in the sea breeze.

He smiled slightly, but didn't stop and kept running.

Instead, Lin Bosheng, standing next to her, excitedly waved to Song Qingjia and shouted, "Qingjia-jie! Come down and run a lap!"

Song Qingjia glanced at the time and thought it might be a good time to join in.

She ran over and caught up with the last person in the group.

Seeing this, Xu Zhouye slowed down and soon caught up with her. The two ran side by side, two steps behind the main group.

"Can you still run?" His voice came on the sea breeze, carrying a faint smile.

Song Qingjia felt that he was looking down on her, and retorted, "If you can run, why can't I?" She paused for a moment, "You're the one doing the work, not me."

After saying that, she ignored him and sped up to catch up with the group in front of her.

Xu Zhouye chuckled and followed.