How Did I Become an F1 Driver?

Chapter 1090 - 415: A Trillion-Yuan Deal

The princess on the side added, "Prince Jacques was overjoyed when he saw you win the championship at the British Grand Prix and wanted to invite you over to our house to celebrate your victory. But I stopped him, knowing you’d be quite busy during the British Grand Prix. Besides, after the British Grand Prix, you had another back-to-back race to attend."Qin Miao exchanged a grateful look with her, as during that period, Qin Miao was indeed so busy he barely had time to breathe.

"However, after you won in Austria, he couldn’t be stopped. He clamored and insisted on seeing you. We managed to hold him off by telling him you needed to attend meetings and work post-race."

At this point, Prince Jacques looked at Qin Miao seriously and asked, "Do F1 drivers really have so much work to do after a race?"

Qin Miao wasn’t sure about other drivers, but for himself, he could take a break immediately after a Grand Prix ended.

However, after the short break, Qin Miao would dedicate most of his time to developing the team’s car.

Of course, seeing Prince Jacques’s curious eyes, Qin Miao naturally decided to help his parents by keeping things under wraps a bit: "Yes, the work of an F1 driver is much more complex and fulfilling than you might imagine.

After this week’s race, I indeed was quite busy, holding several internal meetings with the team, making some important decisions. You can keep an eye out for news related to our team."

"Okay!" Prince Jacques nodded and said, "I’ll keep an eye on it!"

...

Ever since Qin Miao learned that the royal family’s visit to Monaco wasn’t politically motivated or aimed at encouraging him to immigrate to Monaco, but purely because Prince Jacques missed him, he relaxed a lot.

Bringing up children? Qin Miao knew all about that.

Back in his hometown, Qin Miao was known as the king of kids, knowing what kids liked.

He also knew how to get along with kids much younger than himself. However, since the other party was a child of the Monaco royal family and Qin Miao had a bit of public persona, it wasn’t feasible to take him everywhere wildly, but just chatting between them could last a long time, and despite the 13-year age difference, there seemed to be no communication barrier.

Seeing this, the princess went to find Qimeng, who had just finished tidying up the kitchen.

After a brief discussion, she started learning how to cook Chinese dishes with Qimeng.

After all, the lunch at Qin Miao’s home today left a great impression on her.

Originally, the princess was already impressed by Qin Miao’s achievement as an F1 world champion at such a young age, but she didn’t expect him to be such a good cook too.

Of course, what the princess envied the most was Qin Miao’s way of dealing with life and his love for his family.

In the two years since entering the racing circuit, plus a year battling in F2, Qin Miao never had any scandals attached to his name.

Compared to her so-called Prince of Monaco, Qin Miao was far better.

In the afternoon, Qin Miao personally drove the prince and princess back to the Monaco palace.

After saying goodbye, Qin Miao returned home.

"Qin Miao." After returning home,

Qimeng suddenly appeared in front of Qin Miao, who was changing his shoes.

"Hmm?" Qin Miao curiously looked at Qimeng, "What’s up?"

"Do you find Prince Jacques cute?" Qimeng asked a question that left Qin Miao feeling baffled.

Children, as long as they aren’t excessively rowdy, or raised badly by their elders resulting in strange temperaments, are considered cute in Qin Miao’s eyes.

So without even thinking, Qin Miao nodded, "Pretty cute, though I wonder why his dark circles are so heavy."

Qimeng rolled her eyes at Qin Miao, mentioning the child’s dark circles while talking about something serious?

Even though those dark circles were indeed quite heavy, resembling her own during the days before the college entrance exams.

Qin Miao though was oblivious as he made his way to the sofa, picked up his phone to check how the topics about him and Geely were brewing.

Qimeng sat next to Qin Miao, and Qin Miao instinctively rested his hand on Qimeng’s shoulder.

"Meng, you need to keep this in mind. I feel like this brat, Qin Miao, isn’t taking what I said seriously. Keep a close watch!"

Qin Miao’s body froze after hearing his mom’s words, then he turned to look at Qimeng sitting next to him, and slowly typed out a question mark.

?

Qimeng was holding a phone with WeChat messages exchanged with his mom on the screen.

"Mom must have mentioned having a child to you, right?" Qimeng asked gently.

Qin Miao: ...

"You... I... actually, I’m not ready yet.

Besides, we’re still so young, and I dropped out of school after high school. I’m afraid I won’t be able to educate the child properly, and bringing one into the world without being able to offer a good education would be irresponsible."

Qimeng maintained a stern face: "You’re using all your quick-thinking skills as excuses, aren’t you?

Plus, abroad, we’re already of an age where we can legally register to marry.

As for education, you don’t need to worry at all. I can stay home to raise the child and keep a close eye through the whole process.

I’ve self-studied for a bachelor’s in psychology and am now preparing for graduate studies, so I’m confident I can raise the child well. You just need to focus on winning your races."