Spring Night Kiss.

The banquet was held in the palace's banquet hall, with crystal chandeliers, long tables, and silver cutlery.

When Prince Albert II raised his glass to give a speech, Xu Zhouye stood in the front row of the crowd, his tall figure and profile clearly defined by the light.

Song Qingjia stood at the back of the crowd, looking at him.

This man exudes a wild sexiness when he's in racing gear. But when he dons a shirt and suit, he becomes refined and elegant.

It's a contradictory quality, but it's harmonious in him.

Song Qingjia was somewhat lost in thought.

The banquet was indeed boring for her; after the prince's speech, there were several more rounds of toasts.

She sat in the middle of the long table, next to the wife of a local Monaco businessman, and chatted with her for more than ten minutes about yacht mooring fees.

Song Qingjia really wanted to say that as a working-class person, she could never afford a yacht in her lifetime, and the berthing fee was just a number to her.

A figure that exceeds her annual salary.

After the conversation ended, she took a stack of small cakes and hid in a corner, ready to fill her stomach, which had been empty for a long time.

Even though she hid here, she still couldn't find peace.

A gentle voice sounded from beside her: "Beautiful lady, would you do me the honor of dancing with me?"

She looked up and saw a blond, blue-eyed man staring at her with great interest.

"No……"

Before she could answer the blond man, a hand was already on her waist, the palm warm, holding her side with a possessive air of self-righteousness.

Song Qingjia turned her head and met a pair of smiling eyes.

"I'm sorry, this lady belongs to me tonight." He pulled her closer to him and glanced down at her.

His gaze seemed to say, "I knew this would happen."

Song Qingjia choked; his arrival was truly timely.

I don't know if it's a real coincidence or just a coincidence.

In fact, Xu Zhouye had been keeping an eye on her direction the whole time, and he came over immediately at the slightest sign of trouble.

The banquet was boring; the only time I felt any enjoyment was when I was looking at my wife.

The blond man shrugged, raised his glass in acknowledgment, and tactfully turned and left.

After everyone had walked away, Song Qingjia asked, "Why did you come here?"

He was one of the main characters at the banquet, surrounded by a constant stream of people. But then, he simply walked out from the center of the crowd.

Xu Zhouye didn't seem to care: "Do you want to leave?"

"Where to?"

"Come with me."

He took her hand and led her through the crowd, out of the side door of the banquet hall, and down a corridor covered with a deep red carpet.

A black sedan was already waiting outside the side gate of the palace. When the driver saw them come out, he didn't ask any questions and started the engine immediately.

As the car drove out of the palace, the night view of Monaco unfolded on both sides of the car window.

After getting off the bus, Song Qingjia realized that they had arrived at the port.

She turned her head to look at the shore, where a yacht was moored in the outermost berth.

Xu Zhouye led her down the steps and onto the boardwalk.

The pier swayed slightly beneath her feet, and the sea breeze blew in from both sides. She was wearing an evening gown, and the hem of her dress was blown up, brushing against his trouser legs.

"Honey, please." He stopped by the gangway and gestured for him to proceed.

Song Qingjia smiled and boarded the ship via the gangway.

He followed behind her, extending his hand to protect her. He only withdrew his hand after she stepped onto the deck.

Song Qingjia stood on the deck, the sea breeze blowing her stray hairs. She turned her head to look at the direction of the harbor, where the lights were shattered into thousands of pieces, swaying on the water.

Xu Zhouye took two glasses of champagne from the cabin, handed one to her, and leaned against the ship's railing.

"Your yacht?" Song Qingjia took the champagne, but didn't drink it, and asked, tilting her head.

"Yeah, I bought it last year. After buying it, I realized it wasn't very interesting to drive alone." He took a sip, smiled, and said, "But today, I suddenly find it interesting again."

Song Qingjia gave a soft hum and took a sip of wine.

A muffled explosion suddenly came from afar, and a beam of golden light rose into the night sky, leaving a trail, and exploded high up, shattering into millions of golden fragments.

Then came the second, the third, and more fireworks rising from the sea, illuminating the entire night sky for a moment.

This is a special fireworks show for the champion driver.

However, one of the main characters has already slipped away.

-

They stayed on the yacht for three days.

Over three days, the ship sailed west along the coastline from Monaco, passing Saint-Tropez and Marseille, finally stopping near a small island called Le Van.

There aren't many people on the island; the white houses are built on the cliff, like a white button forgotten in the Mediterranean.

They would disembark during the day to stroll around the island and return to the ship at night.

Traces were left in the cabin, on the deck, and in every corner where the sea breeze blew in.

When Shen Lingyi called, Song Qingjia was nestled in Xu Zhouye's arms.

The two children had a very childish discussion about whether tofu pudding should be sweet or savory, and in the end neither of them could convince the other.

The phone rang at that moment.

Song Qingjia deliberately sat further away to answer the phone, but the man pulled her back with one hand and held her in his arms.

She glared at him and answered the call.

As soon as the call connected, a deafening scream erupted.

Song Qingjia skillfully held the phone away to avoid damaging her eardrums.

Xu Zhouye frowned, reached for his phone, and said coldly, "I'll hang up if you call again."

The other side immediately fell silent.

After a two-second silence, Shen Lingyi's voice came through the receiver, tinged with a hint of probing: "Xu...Xu Zhouye?"

"Um."

Just as Shen Lingyi was about to speak, her phone was also snatched away.

Lu Yanbai frowned as well: "Xu Zhouye, you bastard, who gave you the guts to talk to my girlfriend like that?"

Xu Zhouye remained unfazed: "My wife gave me the courage."

Song Qingjia, Lu Yanbai, and Shen Lingyi: "?"

"Who's your wife?"

"You shameless bastard! Did that fairy princess even agree to marry you? 'Wife, wife'? What a pipe dream!"

"Ahhh, I'm totally shipping them! I'm totally shipping them!"

The three of them spoke almost simultaneously.

Xu Zhouye lazily looked at the girl in his arms, pinching her waist: "You are my wife."

Song Qingjia: "..."

Lu Yanbai: "...Ugh."

Shen Lingyi shooed the person away with disdain and snatched her phone back. Xu Zhouye didn't cause any more trouble and handed the phone back to Song Qingjia.

"Why are you calling?" she asked.

Shen Lingyi: You're still asking? You two made such a big fuss, it was even broadcast globally, can't I even call to ask?

Song Qingjia: "You saw it too?"

"Of course! The internet is flooded with videos of the two of you, you're trending everywhere!" Shen Lingyi exclaimed excitedly. "Song Qingjia, you're as popular as a superstar right now!"

Song Qingjia sighed, "...Everyone is so boring."

Shen Lingyi disagreed, saying, "Who doesn't love watching handsome men and beautiful women fall in love?"

"A global official announcement, how incredibly romantic! I'm so envious!"

Lu Yanbai, who had been pushed aside, couldn't help but interject: "Then let's make it official to the world too. I'll contact the photographer and reporters right now."

Shen Lingyi slapped his arm speechlessly: "Who are you, some random passerby? Who even knows you?"

Lu Yanbai awkwardly touched his nose.

Isn't it because he doesn't want to be outdone by Xu Zhouye?

Xu Zhouye also leaned closer to the phone and sneered without any politeness: "Reincarnate, Young Master Lu."

Lu Yanbai: "..."

Song Qingjia pinched Xu Zhouye's waist in annoyance, signaling him not to stir up trouble.

The man leaned back on the sofa and mouthed, "Yes, ma'am."

Shen Lingyi didn't really have anything to say. Aside from expressing her shock and envy, she just wanted to ask Song Qingjia when he would be going back.

"Song Ergou waits anxiously at the door every day; you can't forget your child now that you have a man."

Song Qingjia felt guilty: "I'll be back soon, I'll be back soon."

Shen Lingyi: "You'd better be!"

After hanging up the phone, Song Qingjia received another video of Er Gou from the other party.

The little guy was meowing around the door, glancing up at the camera every now and then, looking quite aggrieved.

Song Qingjia's maternal instincts were immediately stirred. The more she looked at it, the more heartbroken she felt. She wished she could fly to its side right now, pick it up, and kiss and comfort it.

Xu Zhouye also came over for a look, squinting as he commented, "Scheming cat."

Song Qingjia glanced at him.

"It's definitely acting," Xu Zhouye continued, still complaining. "Its head isn't even as big as a walnut."

Song Qingjia was speechless and amused. Why would someone target an innocent kitten? No wonder Er Gou disliked him too.

"She's a bit more mature than you," she commented.

Xu Zhouye wasn't annoyed and nodded in agreement: "That's why I, being so naive, need you to be with me even more."

As he spoke, he sat up, picked up the girl in his arms, and strode towards the bedroom.

"It's getting late, time to put my childish self to bed."