I'm busking on the streets with my kid, and my domineering CEO is helping me break into the mus

Late at night, in a clean and tidy bedroom.

Under the dim light of a desk lamp, Sun Yue, wearing a white floral pajama set and round gold-rimmed glasses, was working at her desk.

A lazy orange cat lay beside the table, its tail curled up, seemingly asleep.

After shedding her business attire, Sun Yue regained her youthful innocence, and her slightly messy hair made her personality appear even more lively.

She finally breathed a sigh of relief after typing the last Enter key in her pink notebook.

Sun Yue yawned, then stretched lazily, preparing to go to bed.

After three hours of hard work, her report was finally completed.

Look at these mountains, with their myriad ravines and cliffs, and one river after another!

Suddenly, the cell phone on the table rang with a pleasant ringtone.

Startled awake, the orange cat leaped up, looked around, and its fur stood on end in fright.

It nearly knocked over Sun Yue's pink mug.

Sun Yue quickly steadied the cup, complaining impatiently:

"Who is it in the middle of the night?!"

"Can't a person get a rest?!"

Sun Yue glanced at her phone, and the tuft of hair on her head instantly stood up like an orange cat.

"Mr...Mr. President."

Sun Yue's voice was rambling and incoherent; she couldn't speak properly anymore.

Drive to Times Square and give someone a ride for me.

A cold voice came through the microphone and then hung up.

...

Fu Qingyang asked Gao Linlin and others to wait at the entrance of Times Square, while he prepared to personally escort Yang Xue and her daughter home.

This preferential treatment made several of her girlfriends extremely envious.

Gu Tiantian watched the three figures disappear into the distance, and said with a lovesick expression:

"Sister Yang is indeed Sister Yang. The handsome and domineering CEO personally protects the flower. It's so sweet to watch."

As she spoke, she couldn't help but sigh again.

"Sigh...and we'll have to be escorted by ordinary Tiancheng employees. Hopefully, the escort will be a handsome young man..."

At the tender age of a young girl's first love, what girl wouldn't be greeted by a prince charming on a white horse?

Gao Linlin, whose heart was sealed with cement, said curtly:

"Alright, it's good enough that we can get a ride."

"The old and new town areas are three bus stops apart. It would take 20 minutes to walk back."

Although she said that, she was secretly a little hopeful.

With this in mind, the three of them left the square, eagerly awaiting what was to come.

Instead of the prince charming, a lady in white appeared.

A conspicuous Mercedes stopped at the street corner in the distance and honked its horn twice.

Gao Linlin had better eyesight; looking at the girl in the car, she thought to herself:

"Why would this ordinary employee be so inexperienced, showing up in his pajamas?"

...

On the other side, Long Wu drove his understated Audi A8 slowly along another road.

Yang Xue gently patted the slightly dazed Yang Zhiyao, her eyes full of doting affection.

She suddenly frowned and muttered to herself:

"It's so cold outside, why aren't you buttoning your shirt?"

As she spoke, she carefully zipped up her daughter Zhizhi's coat.

Fu Qingyang chuckled softly.

"Huh? This is funny?"

Yang Xue was puzzled and asked in return.

"She did it on purpose."

Fu Qingyang commented casually.

"deliberately...?"

Yang Xue tilted her head in confusion.

"It was all so that you could help her pull it up."

Yang Xue frowned slightly, then relaxed, and a smile curved her lips.

"Ha, this little girl, she's really putting on a show!"

Yang Xue gently pinched Zhizhi's sleeping face, filled with emotion.

Although her relationship with Fu Qingyang had improved significantly and they often sat together, they didn't talk much.

Fu Qingyang never asked about the other world again after that.

Seeing that he didn't ask, Yang Xue didn't answer either.

With a bodyguard like this, the live stream will be much less troublesome.

Some might say this is exploitation, but how can something that is consensual be described as "exploitation"?

...

The car stopped quickly.

In the quiet night, in the cramped space, with three people silent and one person fast asleep, the atmosphere was undeniably awkward.

"Ahem, I'm going out to get some fresh air."

To give the two of them enough space, Long Wu wisely coughed twice and made up a flimsy excuse to get out of the car.

Like Fu Qingyang, he doesn't smoke, so he can only use the excuse of getting some fresh air.

Now there are about two people in the car, and Fu Qingyang can finally let down his guard.

However, it was Yang Xue who spoke first.

"You show up so openly every day, aren't you afraid of being discussed and reported on by the media, or being questioned?"

Yang Xue smiled and looked at Fu Qingyang, asking with great curiosity.

“I made some minor adjustments to my makeup, which required a special solution to remove.”

"Neither Sky Eye nor facial recognition can link me to myself."

Fu Qingyang answered all of Yang Xue's questions without any hesitation.

However, he did not elaborate on the purpose of doing so.

"Oh? So you always wear makeup when you see me, right?"

Fu Qingyang nodded coldly.

"Then why are you still wearing the Ultraman Tiga mask? I suspect you're doing it on purpose!"

Yang Xue silently complained to herself.

A new question suddenly popped into her mind. She turned and stared at Fu Qingyang's handsome face, asking with a gossipy air:

"Hiss, what do you look like without makeup?"

Fu Qingyang turned around and met Yang Xue's gaze, maintaining his calm demeanor in response:

"Even more handsome than now."

Yang Xue was a pro at suppressing laughter; she gave Fu Qingyang a serious thumbs-up.

"strong!"

The air returned to quiet.

A few seconds later, Fu Qingyang abruptly spoke:

You should compliment me today.

"After all, I taught that guy a lesson for you."

Yang Xue tilted her head, making a strange expression, and then turned to scrutinize the other person.

"President Fu, I didn't expect you to be such a credit-seeking kid?"

"Zhizhi rarely does this anymore, aren't you ashamed!"

Yang Xue inwardly scoffed, but she still maintained a polite smile and said:

"Thanks to you, otherwise I definitely would have gotten that beating..."

"grateful!"

Fu Qingyang raised his head proudly, his eyes seemingly filled with pleasure.

"No need for thanks, we're friends, it's only right."

Yang Xue suddenly narrowed her eyes and asked:

"Then what is your purpose in becoming friends with me?"

"How do you resolve the issues that are weighing on your mind?"

Yang Xue finally voiced her doubts.

Although Fu Qingyang was "very useful," Yang Xue did not like this false "friendship."

Although Yang Xue is clever and self-interested, she also has her own unique personality and pursuits.

After that emotional experience, she suddenly no longer wanted to use or string this man along.

Fu Qingyang thought for a moment, then silently shook his head.

"I do not know."

Yang Xue frowned slightly and said:

"If all you want to know about Earth from me, about your mother..."

"Then I can tell you everything now."

"Thank you so much for President Fu's care these past few days. I feel I should repay this debt."

Yang Xue felt very uncomfortable with Fu Qingyang's "I don't know," and was even a little annoyed, but she didn't know why...

Fu Qingyang paused for a moment, then slowly turned around.

Under the moonlight, Yang Xue's face was cool and delicate.

Yang Xue, without makeup, may not be considered stunningly beautiful, but she is very pleasing to the eye.

Her skin was as clear as moonlight, her face devoid of any reverie, and there was a sense of elusive ambiguity about her.

After a moment of confusion, Fu Qingyang regained his composure and suddenly sighed softly, saying:

Actually... I don't want to know the answer anymore.

Yang Xue frowned and asked:

"Why is it no longer important?"

Fu Qingyang looked out the car window at the cold moonlight, his expression inexplicably sorrowful.

"Of course it's important..."

"Precisely because it's so incredibly important, it's become less important..."

Yang Xue was a little confused by Fu Qingyang's cryptic answer.

"Whether I know it or not, what's past and what's lost can never be recovered."

"I know, but it only adds to my troubles..."

"Not knowing is also a source of worry..."

Fu Qingyang's words were like the murmurs of someone in their sleep, yet they carried a hint of Zen.

He kept staring at the deep blue night sky.

The pupils reflected the cool moonlight.

Yang Xue gazed at him quietly, trying to understand every word he said.

"It wasn't until I met you that I realized what was troubling me wasn't this at all..."

"It's a knot that keeps tangling within my own heart..."

"If the knot is simply untied, what does that have to do with the whole situation?"