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

Yang Xue seemed to understand Fu Qingyang's words, but not quite.

She looked directly at the car and suddenly smiled.

In that moment of peace, she understood.

Because the other person's words untied the knot in my heart.

"So, you, President Fu, don't know why you're always hanging around with me either?"

Fu Qingyang nodded, then shook his head, and said in a calm and unhurried tone:

"It feels strange to be with you."

"I always feel that I live a more authentic and grounded life this way..."

Yang Xue chuckled softly.

"Heh, I figured it out..."

"You are very sparing with words when talking to others."

"No one knew that the incredibly wealthy, handsome, and aloof President Fu was actually a sentimental guy who liked to ramble on."

Fu Qingyang rubbed his temples and leaned back lazily in his seat.

"If possible, could you please repeat those adjectives again?"

"I love listening to..."

Yang Xue was speechless. This guy always gave off a kind of "dry humor".

"Alright, it's too late, I'm not going to chat with you anymore."

"Zhizhi has to go to school tomorrow."

As she spoke, Yang Xue prepared to open the car door.

"Zhizhi lingered in a toy store for a long time today."

Fu Qingyang spoke coldly, and Yang Xue's movements suddenly froze.

I asked her what toy she liked.

She just shook her head and said she didn't like any of them.

"Then I took a step forward."

Yang Xue pursed her lips as she looked at her sleeping baby in her arms, and gently smoothed her messy bangs.

She thought back carefully and realized that Zhizhi only had two toys: the recently bought modeling clay and the watercolor brushes that were about to dry.

Aside from cheap modeling clay, Zhizhi never asks for any toys on her own initiative.

Yang Xue responded in a hoarse voice:

"Thank you, I understand."

But then Fu Qingyang continued:

“I know that if I help you without permission, it will definitely cause resentment.”

"So... I'd like to discuss this with you."

Yang Xue turned to look at Fu Qingyang and asked in surprise:

"What to discuss?"

"Why not give the child a toy store...in your name?"

"It will help her pay off her debts in the future and give her a happy childhood."

The strange look on Yang Xue's face lasted only a second before she nodded habitually and helplessly.

"Hmm... using 'rooms', 'buildings', and 'seats' as units, that's definitely this guy's style."

"The dullness of the rich is something we mere mortals can never understand."

Sensing Yang Xue's speechlessness, Fu Qingyang provided further details.

"I could sense her inferiority and fear, because I had felt that way before."

"She seems especially cautious around you."

Fu Qingyang's words made Yang Xue's heart tighten. She recalled the words she had said to Zhizhi before leaving with nothing.

"Zhizhi, starting tomorrow, this house will no longer belong to us..."

[Zhizhi will no longer be able to eat her favorite snacks, will have her own room, and will have no toys to keep her company. She may not even see her kindergarten classmates and teachers anymore...]

Even so, would Zhizhi still be willing to live with her aunt?

Zhizhi's response was:

[Zhizhi doesn't want anything, she just wants her aunt.]

The little girl doesn't just talk the talk; she's really trying to put it into practice.

She wasn't born well-behaved, nor did she dislike toys, snacks, or not miss her previous life.

She was just afraid of being abandoned again.

For Zhizhi, not being abandoned is something she is even willing to sacrifice herself for.

Yang Xue could understand, because such thoughts were so similar to her own when she was a child.

Even the usually strong Yang Xue shed tears. In order not to wake the girl in her arms, she could only cover her mouth and sob.

She cried because she was sad, because she felt wronged, and because she blamed herself.

Fu Qingyang reached out and pulled out a few tissues from in front of him, handing them to Yang Xue.

"She's so lucky to have a mother like you..."

“I’m envious.”

Yang Xue also took the paper from Fu Qingyang, silently wiping away her tears without responding.

A few minutes later, she finally calmed down.

"Zhizhi is a smart child. She has a level of forbearance and wisdom beyond her years."

"Building her confidence is also very important..."

“I accept your suggestion and will give her a toy store.”

Yang Xue smiled helplessly as she said this. After holding her head high for so long, she finally gave in to the capitalists.

But Yang Xue was stubborn, and she added:

"However, one thing at a time, this money is considered a loan, and interest will be charged."

Fu Qingyang stared at Yang Xue's slightly reddened eyes and gave a simple reply:

"can."

"I'll give you an answer tomorrow."

...

In the quiet neighborhood, Fu Qingyang looked up at the sky.

He only felt relieved and returned to his car after the light in Yang Xue's rented room was turned on.

Long Wu was about to start the engine when he thought for a moment and said:

"President, Xitong sent an email today saying that the market in Western Europe is gradually opening up."

"Look at us..."

Fu Qingyang pondered for a moment, then responded in a cool tone:

"We're not in a hurry about dealing with foreigners. Our motherland is growing stronger every day and we don't lack technical talent."

“She is now capable enough to stand on her own and can’t rely on me for everything.”

Long Wu had no choice but to turn the car key.

But I have a lot of complaints inside.

"Ugh..."

"He knew perfectly well that Miss Xitong was implying that he could go back, but he insisted on pretending to be stupid."

"Ever since meeting this Miss Yang, the president has been completely distracted..."

What kind of magic does this girl possess?

But then Fu Qingyang suddenly spoke.

"Fifth Brother, help me investigate someone."

Long Wu silently turned around:

"You say."

Fu Qingyang's eyes suddenly turned cold.

"Help me find out about a man named Qian Lang."

“If he has a tainted past, I would like him to accompany Guo Yan on his food delivery missions.”

...

Drunken Island Bar

The warm, yellowish hues filled the air with tranquility and serenity.

On stage, a young man in a white shirt imitated the accent of Black people in Europe in the 6s and 70s, singing an unknown jazz song.

Those who can afford to dine here are mostly cultured and sophisticated white-collar workers.

In the quiet booth, under the dim lighting, Qian Lang finished his third glass of tequila.

The spicy flavors counteracted the bitterness in his heart, and only then did Qian Lang feel alive.

He lit a thin cigarette, took a puff, and then inexplicably laughed. But as he laughed, he started to cry.

Both customers and bartenders are used to this scene.

In today's society, there is immense pressure. People are either unemployed, heartbroken, or frustrated, and everyone has their own kind of distress.

As a place to vent emotions, bars are places where as long as you don't go too far, nobody will take you seriously.

Qian Lang banged his wine glass on the coffee table and shouted, his voice trembling with drunkenness:

"One more..."

At that moment, a woman wearing a khaki trench coat entered the bar.

She had textured curls, a graceful face, and exuded a mature, sophisticated aura. The handbag she carried must have cost at least tens of thousands of yuan.

The woman entered the bar and looked around, attracting the attention of many men.

Just then, she spotted Qian Lang, who was quite drunk, sitting in a booth.

The woman quickly ran over and said urgently:

"Oh my, Lang Lang..."

"What big deal did you negotiate that you got so drunk?"

The visitor was none other than Yang Xue's scumbag best friend, Zhou Yuhan.