How Did I Become an F1 Driver?

The door opened, and standing there was the eagerly awaiting Monaco Prince Jacques, accompanied by his mother, Princess Charlene.

"Welcome to my humble abode, honorable..."

"Qin Miao!"

Before Qin Miao could finish his formal diplomatic speech, Prince Jacques impatiently called out Qin Miao’s name and hugged him.

Qin Miao looked at Princess Charlene with a somewhat awkward smile.

Princess Charlene didn’t think Qin Miao was being impolite at all, after all, she was strictly there just to accompany her son to meet his friend.

In fact, Princess Charlene felt more at ease in Qin Miao’s home compared to the cold Monaco palace.

Qin Miao bent down to pick up Prince Jacques and completely opened the door to his home for Princess Charlene, making a gesture inviting her in.

She happily accepted the invitation.

However, the two bodyguards dressed in black suits behind Princess Charlene tried to enter but were shut out as Princess Charlene reversed the door and closed it, leaving them outside.

The two exchanged a glance and could only smile wryly as they stood guard at the door.

Once Qin Miao brought Prince Jacques inside, the little guy started chattering away.

"Qin Miao, your performance this season was wonderful! You also made history in F1 again! Two-time world champion in just your second professional year, you’re a legend now! I have a gift for you, but can’t give it to you now, so stay tuned."

Qin Miao laughed and said, "Really? Then I must look forward to it. But it’s actually just a bit of luck, the achievements this season are not worth mentioning, really!"

"By the way, your highness, speaking of gifts, I actually prepared one for you too." With that, Qin Miao went to get the box sitting on the coffee table in the living room.

However, during this process, Qin Miao failed to notice that Leclerc’s gaze was filled with envy and jealousy.

Darn, you’re actually holding Prince Jacques!

Many people in Monaco are so delighted seeing Prince Jacques that they’d gladly kneel down, let alone embrace him.

This moment, jealousy caused Leclerc to split apart emotionally.

But he didn’t let his shock and jealousy cloud his mind, as strictly speaking, his sighting of Prince Jacques was due to Qin Miao.

So when Qin Miao came over, Leclerc also smiled and greeted Prince Yake.

Yet Prince Jacques froze upon seeing Leclerc, his expression seemed to ask, hey what are you doing here?

After recovering, Prince Jacques tapped Qin Miao’s arm indicating for him to be put down.

Qin Miao complied and Prince Jacques tidied up his clothes, then said to Leclerc, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Leclerc."

Leclerc: "I’m also honored to meet you, your highness."

But the flames of jealousy in Leclerc’s heart burned even stronger.

Because just now, just now, Leclerc clearly heard, Prince Jacques called Qin Miao by name and even went directly to hug him, but called him with Mr. added.

Your highness, you’re really too formal!

Although feeling quite uncomfortable inwardly, wishing he could punch Qin Miao, Leclerc still presented his gift to Prince Jacques with a heartfelt smile.

But seeing Leclerc’s gift offering, Qin Miao’s eye twitched.

Because the gift Leclerc gave Prince Jacques seems to be something he just took from Qin Miao’s storage room!

This borrowing flowers to offer Buddha was truly unexpected for Qin Miao.

And Prince Jacques graciously accepted it.

During this, Qin Miao invited the Princess to sit and poured her a cup of tea.

Then Qin Miao also handed his gift to Prince Jacques.

Foreigners don’t usually have a tradition of not opening gifts immediately, so Prince Jacques unwrapped it right on the spot.

Upon discovering it was a W13, the smile on the little guy’s face couldn’t be hidden, especially seeing the autographed W13 with Qin Miao’s signature, he was visibly happy.

During the time spent chatting at Qin Miao’s home, Prince Jacques never once put down the W13 model, hugging it as if afraid someone might snatch it away.

With four people present, no shortage of conversation topics happened.

Originally, Qin Miao thought Prince Yake and company would just hang around his home like usual, chat for an hour or so before leaving, but today contained a slight twist.

As the time approached noon, 11 AM, Prince Yake and the Princess showed no signs of leaving.

Qin Miao suddenly had a foreboding feeling.

Looking at Leclerc, the smile on his face made Qin Miao feel uneasy.

Sure enough, as time passed, the Princess suddenly smiled at Qin Miao asking, "Qin Miao, I heard you’re quite skilled in cooking? It’s hard to believe the youngest-ever F1 world champion, double champion, is also such a gentleman who can cook well. Why not let us try your cooking this afternoon?"

Qin Miao’s expression hadn’t changed, but inside he was already complaining.

Your highness, in order to avoid staying in the palace you say anything, and does your question even leave me any choice?

Qin Miao certainly knew of Monaco’s royal troubles, and with Leclerc’s existence, Qin Miao learned from him that recently Albert II’s black girlfriend and her son arrived in Monaco, blatantly staying in the Monaco royal palace.

The Princess, running away, possibly couldn’t bear seeing those two at the palace.

Therefore, Qin Miao had no reason to refuse the Princess from a moral or logical standpoint.

Rising, Qin Miao said, "It’s my honor."

After finishing, Qin Miao slyly gave a kick to Leclerc who was playing racing games with the Prince: "I think Shire would probably like to come help, right?"

Emphasizing right, Qin Miao spoke with such weight, indicating if Leclerc disagreed, Qin Miao would rush to the kitchen and take a knife at Leclerc’s throat.

Leclerc was stunned, why involve him too?

But seeing Qin Miao’s unfriendly gaze, Leclerc could only leave unwilling to help in the kitchen.

Once in the kitchen, Leclerc softly said, "I can’t cook, what can I help with?"

Qin Miao eyed Leclerc: "I know perfectly well you can’t cook, I didn’t expect you to be able to when calling you over."

"Then why did you call me over?"

Qin Miao clicked his tongue: "I’m busy here, feeling unbalanced seeing you playing games...so I called you over."

Leclerc: "You...you’re pretty honest."

Even though Qin Miao said that, during this process, Qin Miao still let Leclerc have some participation, at least the dishes were washed by him.

This time preparing food Qin Miao had to consider the guests’ taste, yet neither did he neglect himself, beyond an egg custard and boiled beef, with a broth fully turned milky white, Qin Miao also prepared a stir-fried pepper pork for himself, along with a layer cake dessert as an after-dinner treat loved by Europeans, and while it wasn’t abundant, it was the best feast Qin Miao could make with limited time.

Leclerc, constantly helping, watched Qin Miao completing finishing touches, marveling: "I always thought you were just amazing on the F1 track, never imagined you’re also that skilled in cooking."