Looking at Leclerc's unpredictable expression, Qin Miao felt secretly pleased.

Didn't expect that, did you? You, a Monaco native, couldn't get the favor of the Monaco prince.

While I, Qin · The ultimate big boss of F2, the god of tire protection, the master of defense, and the genius driver who won the world driver's championship in the very first season of my career · Miao, have won the favor and affection of the Monaco prince.

"Fxxk..."

"Hahahaha..."

Upon hearing Leclerc's "fxxk", Qin Miao couldn't help but laugh.

"Why?" Leclerc expressed his confusion.

Seems like Prince Jacques holds quite a high place in the hearts of the Monaco people.

"Truth be told, I don't know either." Qin Miao shrugged.

Leclerc stared at Qin Miao for a while, practically scanning him from head to toe.

But after a long look, Leclerc failed to pinpoint any particular trait in Qin Miao that might attract the little prince.

"I don't get it."

"Then don't try to get it." Qin Miao said, smiling, patting Leclerc's shoulder, "Maybe my charisma is just that strong."

"F**k!"

...

After the dinner ended, Leclerc stayed for the follow-up activities, while Qin Miao drove straight home in his car.

When Qin Miao got home, his mom was already asleep.

Ever since coming to Monaco, his mom's routine had become very regular, basically going to bed at around 9:30 pm and waking up early in the morning.

Tiptoeing to open the door, Qin Miao saw the light in the study was still on.

Walking over, he found Qimeng busy in front of the computer.

Interestingly, Qimeng was wearing a pair of black, plain anti-blue light glasses at the moment, adding a touch of intellectual beauty that was completely different from her usual cuteness, showcasing two entirely different styles. For a moment, Qin Miao couldn't take his eyes off her, feeling a fluttering sensation.

Without thinking, Qin Miao walked over and amidst Qimeng's exclamation, hoisted her onto his shoulder.

"Hey? Hey hey hey! My work isn't finished yet, the company is waiting for my files!" Qimeng was bewildered as she was lifted by Qin Miao, but she reached out for her computer, attempting to struggle and finish her last bit of work.

"Talk about it tomorrow! At worst, give the employees a bonus; they'll understand!" Qin Miao declared righteously.

"But first let me down, let me tell them to go off work!"

"Too late!"

"Then at least let me put the glasses back in the study, in case my eyes break later..."

"No way, you're wearing glasses tonight!"

"Eh?"

A night with no words exchanged.

The next day, Qimeng bitterly gave each staff member a 100-euro overtime supplement and kicked Qin Miao, who had come out of the home gym and was sitting shirtless next to her, "It's all your fault!"

Qin Miao chuckled but didn't respond.

In the afternoon, Qin Miao didn't work out; instead, he opened his computer to start a livestream playing CSGO.

Car racing is both a hobby and work for Qin Miao, unlike Verstappen, who has no life outside racing.

Qin Miao knew that passion for a particular industry couldn't last forever, so he tried to limit his contact with racing-related games during breaks.

Once the livestream started, a large wave of viewers flooded in quickly.

Due to the 7-hour time difference between Monaco and home country, Qin Miao's livestream timing coincided with around 9 pm back home, which was the peak time for viewers.

[Qin Miao started streaming?]

[Congrats on winning the Monaco Grand Prix]

[Qin Miao, you're awesome!]

[You raced really well the day before yesterday]

[Good evening, Qin Miao]

[Carrying Mercedes on the racetrack, are you carrying teammates in games tonight too?]

...

No idea which unlucky person posted that comment, but that afternoon Qin Miao indeed was carrying his teammates in the game.

Although they did win a few rounds thanks to Qin Miao's performance, carrying felt exhausting.

Later, Qin Miao had enough and called in reinforcements, bringing in Zhou Guanyu and two other pro players.

Then they crashed through the high-score CSGO matches like a train.

On Wednesday.

Qin Miao went to the airport in the afternoon to pick up the helmet he prepared for the little prince.

In fact, if Qin Miao didn't live at his place in the UK, he wouldn't clean out the storage room, hence there was quite a bit of dust accumulated in there over time.

Qin Miao remembered there should be dust on his helmet, but once he got it, it appeared very clean.

Qin Miao was sure it was his helmet because he distinctly remembered that when running flight laps, the helmet collided with gravel kicked up by the car in front, leaving a shallow scratch on the side.

After confirming there were no issues with the helmet and its storage box, Qin Miao took it to Prince Jacques.

Then, amidst the little guy's surprised and excited gaze, he personally gave him the helmet.

The Monaco royal family even invited Qin Miao over for a meal.

But unlike a dinner banquet, it was just a simple family gathering with no fancy drinking or toasting, just a casual meal and chat.

After the meal, the prince gifted Qin Miao a set of stamps that only the Monaco royal family could possess.

Although Qin Miao couldn't quite understand them, the printing was exquisite, and they felt substantial in hand.

So Qin Miao accepted them with a smile.