Spring Night Kiss.

A sudden "boom" echoed in Song Qingjia's mind, and all the surrounding noise seemed to vanish in an instant.

The whole world seemed to have gone silent.

All that remained were the man's rapid breathing and the sounds of their lips entwining.

"Focus," Xu Zhouye seemed to notice her distraction and bit her lip in displeasure. "Respond to me, baby."

His voice pulled her back from a strange, surreal feeling.

The surrounding sounds flooded back into her ears: cheers, shouts, camera shutters... each sound pounding against her eardrums, deafening.

She could feel everyone's gazes on her like spotlights, and the photographers' long lenses were pointed directly at her.

This is really not a good time for a kiss, given her personality.

But... all she wants to do right now is respond to her lover.

Song Qingjia no longer hesitated, stood on tiptoe, wrapped her arms around his neck, and returned the kiss.

He chuckled softly and pressed his lips to hers, which made her bite him.

It tickled, like a kitten licking him.

Xu Zhouye's heart softened, and he pulled her tightly into his arms.

His girl finally agreed to passionately reciprocate his love in front of everyone.

After the kiss, he didn't pull away immediately. He pressed his forehead against hers and nuzzled her with the tip of his nose. His breathing hadn't calmed down yet, and he was still slightly panting.

"Now the whole world knows I'm yours, so you can't go back on your word anymore," he said softly, with a smile.

Song Qingjia's eyebrows and eyes were curved.

She rarely smiled so freely, as if she were melting into the sunset.

"Who cheated?" She reached out and wiped the lipstick off his lips. "He's mine, that's it."

Xu Zhouye laughed again, lowered his head and kissed her forehead, then, not satisfied, continued to kiss her eyes, the tip of her nose, and finally landed on her red lips.

Song Qingjia closed her eyes and felt it, then smiled and called his name: "Xu Zhouye".

"Um."

"you are awesome!"

Xu Zhouye's Adam's apple bobbed: "You're great too, baby."

Finally, after hugging her enough, he released her, took a step back, and turned his head to look to the side. Jiang Yunsheng was right there, and it was unclear how long he had been watching the two of them.

Song Qingjia felt a little embarrassed; it was somewhat shameful to kiss her son in front of her own mother.

"Mom," Xu Zhouye called out.

Jiang Yunsheng leaned closer and hugged him: "Congratulations, son."

She released him, then looked at Song Qingjia with a sly tone: "Congratulations to you too, daughter-in-law."

Song Qingjia: "..."

"Mom, stop teasing her, or I'll get a beating again."

Song Qingjia glared at him.

When did she ever hit him? Why is she always trying to make things difficult for her?

Xu Zhouye was charmed by her expression and pinched her cheek, only to have her slap him away mercilessly.

He chuckled softly, ceasing his jokes, and instead embraced and celebrated with the team staff. This victory belonged not only to him, but to everyone on the team.

After gesturing to each member of the team, Xu Zhouye looked at Song Qingjia, pulled her into his arms, and gave her a deep hug.

I took a deep breath before I could relax.

The host handed him the microphone, his voice excited: "Xu Zhouye, Monaco's champion!"

A cheer erupted in response.

"Putting the competition aside, we all saw you kissing that beautiful engineer just now. It was captured on camera all over the world. How are you going to explain this?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Qingjia noticed the gazes sweeping over him, some curious, some teasing... but all friendly.

Her face flushed slightly; in all her twenty-plus years of life, this was the first time she had ever been so flamboyant.

They kissed under the spotlight.

It's all Xu Zhouye's fault; he led her astray.

Meanwhile, the culprit, with a sly smile, reached out and brushed his stray hairs back, revealing his forehead and making him look even more handsome.

He said, "Explanation? There's nothing to explain. I kissed my girlfriend; it was legal and compliant."

The host shook his head with a smile: "You're certainly being assertive. Since your girlfriend works for the racing team, does that mean you'll have to bring her to every race?"

"That depends on her." Xu Zhouye turned his head to look at Song Qingjia in the crowd. "It depends on whether she's willing to take me with her."

His smile deepened: "But I suggest she bring more, since I always miss her when she's not around."

The crowd erupted in another uproar.

The host pressed him: "So, did your girlfriend contribute to today's championship?"

"Of course," Xu Zhouye replied without hesitation.

Song Qingjia couldn't help but look away, her heart beating a little faster.

The host, seizing the opportunity, steered the conversation back to the race itself: "Seriously, on the Monaco circuit, you started from pole position, and your pit stop window was perfectly timed after the safety car was deployed. When the team gave you Plan C, were you confident in your decision?"

Xu Zhouye: "Of course I'm confident. I trust the team's strategy. I trust my engineers and the cars they've selected for me."

"The car has shown speed since the last race. Does this mean the team's upgrades have been very effective?"

"Our speed has indeed improved, but we are still far behind the leading group in terms of power units, which is an area we need to focus on strengthening in the future," Xu Zhouye replied flawlessly.

The host nodded: "One last question, how do you plan to celebrate this hard-won victory after the match?"

Xu Zhouye raised an eyebrow and asked, "What do you think?"

The host chuckled, "It seems my question was a bit redundant."

After the interview, Xu Zhouye quickly changed his clothes.

The awards ceremony will be held in half an hour.

The host's voice boomed: "Let's welcome today's champion, the three-time world champion, Xu Zhouye from the Vortex team!"

Song Qingjia looked up as he stepped onto the highest podium, took the trophy, tossed it high into the air, and caught it amidst cheers.

The whole audience applauded for him.

Song Qingjia was also one of them.

As the national anthem played, the surrounding Chinese sang along loudly. No one could remain unmoved in such an occasion; the overwhelming emotion could only be understood by being there in person.

Amidst the stirring melody, the two people on and off stage gazed at each other.

Song Qingjia saw him silently call her name.

His PR colleague, sitting beside him, asked in confusion, "What is he talking about?"

However, the other party's attention was quickly drawn away by the sprayed champagne.

Xu Zhouye had been soaked by the other two drivers, his wet hair sticking to his cheeks, giving him a messy yet sexy look.

He held the champagne, took a step towards the railing, precisely locked onto his girl, and tilted the bottle towards her.

Champagne sprayed over, and Song Qingjia dodged it with a smile.

The PR lady reacted quickly, opening her coat to block in front of her, splashing champagne onto the coat.

Song Qingjia peeked half her face out from behind her coat and glared at him: "Childish!"

Xu Zhouye couldn't hear her, but he could guess that what she was saying was nothing more than criticizing him for being childish.

But today, he's being naive.

Who told him to win the championship and then officially announce his girlfriend?

He has every right to be smug.