It's obvious that he's satisfied with his son's current choice.

Qin Miao, however, was completely dumbfounded.

Qin Miao: ???

Dude, he's the heir apparent, why do you look so proud, and isn't it inappropriate for such a look at this moment?

Do you even have an idea how many drivers have died in racing accidents?

Despite his complaints, Qin Miao understood that the way foreigners raise their offspring is completely different from back home.

Having grown up in China, Qin Miao couldn't understand it, but he expressed respect.

So, after thinking for a bit, Qin Miao said to Prince Jacques, "Your Highness, do you know Alonso?"

Prince Jacques nodded, "I know, Fernando Alonso, two-time world champion."

Qin Miao nodded, "It's been 21 years since Alonso officially joined the F1 family, and he's still active on the track. Quite a few drivers in the paddock are his fans, and even Zhou Guanyu grew up watching his races.

I watched his races even when I was a kid.

If I remember correctly, you're eight years old now, right? I'll try to race in the paddock for many more years, and I look forward to the day I can compete with you."

Upon hearing this, the young prince's eyes were filled with longing and anticipation.

Clearly, he was captivated by the picture Qin Miao painted.

However, soon, the young prince asked curiously and expectantly, "Can I be your teammate?"

Qin Miao was a bit surprised, kid, you have quite the ambition. To be teammates with a world champion is no simple feat; you'd need to have enough talent yourself.

Of course, someone like Stroll doesn't count.

"Of course, as long as there's an opportunity," Qin Miao said with a smile, nodding.

With that, the conversation was almost over, but Prince Jacques nodded earnestly, and still said to Qin Miao, "Qin Miao, you can just call me by my name, just call me Jacques."

Naturally, Qin Miao smiled and nodded, "Alright, Mr. Jacques."

When the conversation had just about wrapped up, Princess Charlene came over at the right moment; after greeting Qin Miao, she took away the little prince who was reluctantly looking at Qin Miao.

Watching the prince's expression, Qin Miao suddenly realized that he hadn't given him an autograph yet, but the current situation wasn't suitable for him to run over and sign it for the young prince.

Moreover, there wasn't anything suitable nearby to use for an autograph.

But he believed there would be plenty of chances in the future.

Now, it was just Qin Miao and Albert II left alone.

"Hope the food here suits your taste."

"Of course, it tastes great, you must've noticed how much I ate."

"Glad you like it. Just like you told my son, I also hope to see you and my son compete on the track one day." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

When talking to the young prince, Qin Miao would avoid saying much because he's just an 8-year-old kid after all. He might not understand what you say, and might even feel you're questioning his dreams.

But when facing the kid's father, Qin Miao expressed his concern: "Are you sure you really want him to go down the racing path?

If I may be blunt, although I'm a relatively successful driver myself, I'm aware of the dangers in this field."

"Why would you think that?" Albert II raised an eyebrow in surprise at Qin Miao.

Qin Miao was stunned for a moment, then remained silent.

Albert II said, "I do worry about Jacques' safety, but more than that, I want Jacques to try the things he loves. At least if we support him, he won't resent us for it when he's older."

Qin Miao just nodded, after all, it's their child, how they want to raise him is beyond his control.

But thinking about the kid made Qin Miao think about himself.

If he had kids in the future, what should he do?

What if they also wanted to pursue racing?

Should he agree or oppose?

Seeing Qin Miao fall into deep thought, Albert II chuckled and patted his shoulder: "It seems the parenting concepts in your country are somewhat different from ours. Of course, I choose to respect that, but if Jacques really wants to, we'll surely support him fully.

Alright, it's time for me to take my leave. Thank you once again for joining our dinner. As you know, there are always people to meet at these gatherings. It's been a pleasure chatting with you." After finishing, Albert II extended his hand to Qin Miao, who shook it.

Qin Miao snapped out of his thoughts and smiled as he shook Albert II's hand, "Goodbye, Your Highness."

After nodding with a smile, Albert II left.

Qin Miao's shoulders slumped a little; after all, he was the head figure of Monaco, so Qin Miao had to somewhat keep up appearances in front of him.

Now that he was gone, Qin Miao could finally relax a bit.

However, the fact that the young prince liked him was quite surprising.

Though Qin Miao knew the boy was just an ordinary person with likes and dislikes, having the heir of Monaco like him was a bit unexpected, even absurd, but there was also a tiny bit of insignificant pride.

After thinking about Jacques, Qin Miao took out his phone and called Barber.

The call connected quickly.

"Qin Miao, what's up?"