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

Yang Xue thought for a moment, then typed a reply:

The company is planning a team-building activity for the Mid-Autumn Festival, and we also want to take this opportunity to discuss future operational directions. We might not be able to find the time.

There was a moment of silence on the other end, and no response came for a long time.

However, the chat box keeps displaying "Typing...".

"Does this idiot have so many inner monologues? What is he trying to say anyway?"

Yang Xue stared intently at her phone screen with curiosity, while inwardly grumbling to herself.

Yang Xue rolled her eyes in exasperation when the other person simply said "okay."

"What the heck is 'okay'? Would it kill you to type two more words?"

Yang Xue complained and glanced at her phone again.

Knowing that this was a response that had been edited and revised by the other party, the "okay" seemed to contain more complex emotions.

Yang Xue immediately pictured Fu Qingyang's cold and dejected expression.

She suddenly curled the corners of her lips and began editing the message.

[Zhizhi has nowhere to go for the Mid-Autumn Festival. Could you please look after her for a day? I'll pick her up in the evening.]

Yang Xue just sent a message saying "Payment in full, Yang replied instantly":

【 good.】

Yang Xue pursed her lips and chuckled softly, saying:

"Hmph, they actually replied so readily."

Tiancheng Garden Community

Under the moonlight, the iron swing made a slow creaking sound from time to time.

Fu Qingyang, dressed in a black trench coat, sat on the swing, staring intently at his phone, looking rather immature.

Long Wu, keeping watch from a distance, looked at the face illuminated by the phone screen, filled with immense confusion:

"I really don't know what magic this Miss Yang possesses that could make the CEO disregard the headquarters meeting and make a special trip to chat with her..."

"Heh, if it can make the president happy, that's a good thing."

"But the president is so serious, he is most likely talking to Ms. Yang about work-related matters."

"Is the president talking about that Qian Lang, or is Manager Sun reporting on 'The God of Songs'...?"

As Long Wu was lost in thought, he suddenly noticed that the swing was gradually increasing in speed.

It's unclear what Fu Qingyang saw, but the corners of his mouth slightly turned up.

Long Wu couldn't help but step forward, muttering to himself:

"Huh? Am I seeing things? Did the CEO just smile...?"

...

On Xinmin Street, there is the antique-style Juxian Teahouse with its semi-enclosed private rooms.

Wearing a white knitted sweater and jeans, Feng Xin kept looking towards the door.

She and her secretary, Zhuang Siyu, arrived an hour early.

During this time, she changed three pots of oolong tea and went to the toilet five times.

Compared to her boss, Zhuang Siyu, who has a simple and honest personality, appears remarkably calm.

"Sister, don't be nervous."

"We're here to discuss cooperation, Miss Yang can't do anything to you."

Feng Xin rolled her eyes at her secretary, took another sip of tea, and said defiantly:

"Look where I'm nervous!"

"I just ate something too salty this morning, and I'm thirsty!"

Zhuang Siyu helplessly adjusted her glasses, internally ranting and raving.

"Sister, could you please write something before you lie?"

"We ate fried dough sticks and drank porridge this morning, how salty could it be!"

Of course, she only dared to complain in her heart, because Sister Xin would deduct her salary at the drop of a hat.

Zhuang Siyu glanced suddenly at the door, then said softly:

"Boss, they're here!"

Feng Xin nearly dropped the teacup in her hand.

The next second, she put down her teacup, straightened her back, raised her head, and sat up straight. Her two shapely legs unconsciously came together, making her look as well-behaved as a primary school student.

Soon, accompanied by crisp footsteps, a graceful figure walked unhurriedly toward Feng Xin.

The person who arrived was Yang Xue, who was wearing a glamorous yet elegant makeup look today.

Her flowing black hair was also carefully styled with texture.

The red autumn knitted dress is both warm and stylish, while the nude leggings and black knee-high leather boots accentuate the long and toned lines of the legs.

In contrast, Feng Xin's burgundy suit, while eye-catching, might give off a sense of being attention-seeking due to its style or styling.

Yang Xue successfully showcased her elegance and grace through exquisite makeup, hairstyle, and clothing.

Combined with her already stunningly beautiful face, she is both eye-catching and exudes a powerful aura.

Upon seeing Yang Xue's arrival, the secretary Zhuang Siyu quickly stood up. Feng Xin was stunned for a second before belatedly standing up as well.

Yang Xue looked Feng Xin up and down, then smiled and said:

"Huh, why is your hair black now?"

Feng Xin was clearly taken aback, and she responded in a low voice;

"If I don't like it, I'll change it."

Yang Xue commented with a light laugh;

"The black color is good; it looks pleasing to the eye."

"Let's sit down and talk."

After she finished speaking, Yang Xue took her seat.

Feng Xin and her secretary also sat down.

The atmosphere was a little awkward, and no one knew what to say.

Feng Xin gripped the warm teacup tightly, lowering her head to avoid looking at Yang Xue's sharp, almond-shaped eyes.

Zhuang Siyu is quite perceptive.

After rinsing the teacups, she poured a cup of tea for Yang Xue and presented it to Yang Xue's table with both hands.

"Sister Yang, please have some tea."

Yang Xue took a small sip and commented with a smile:

"Although I'm not very good at appreciating tea."

"But this tea is bitter at first and sweet at the end, which is very memorable."

After listening, Feng Xin also took a sip and responded:

"Ms. Yang, I'm glad you like it..."

Zhuang Siyu then obsequiously picked up the menu and handed it to Yang Xue.

"Sister Yang, we didn't know if you had any dietary restrictions, so we didn't dare to order any dishes."

"Do you see if there's anything here that you'd like to eat?"

Yang Xue responded quite frankly:

"This is my first time in such a high-end restaurant, and I don't know what to eat."

"Miss Secretary, could you please order some of your specialty dishes for me, so that this little anchor can broaden my horizons?"

Zhuang Siyu pouted, but could only bite the bullet and reply:

"Sister Yang, what you're saying..."

"I don't even dare to order anymore."

Yang Xue smiled and waved her hand, saying quite frankly:

"Miss Secretary, please feel free to order."

"This is really my first time here."

Upon hearing Yang Xue's words, Feng Xin's initial courage instantly vanished.

For the rest of the time, Feng Xin didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

It's only natural to be timid.

In the past few days, she has heard all the stories about Yang Xue's team.

Xiaolong Media has taken over several B-level regions in a row. With the support of Tiancheng's new management, every music broadcaster is feeling uneasy.

In addition, Feng Xin knew even more explosive news.

Those were a set of private photos that Liao Chen'an had sent her two days ago.

Tiancheng's General Manager Sun Yue, dressed in white pajamas, escorted Yang Xue's entourage back to the company late at night...

A high-ranking official in Tiancheng worked overtime late into the night, personally driving several junior livestreamers home, still in his pajamas...

What kind of fantasy story is this? It's completely out of the ordinary!

Feng Xin couldn't help but imagine the relationship between Fu Qingyang and Yang Xue.

She tossed and turned for two nights in a row.

Looking back, I even had the audacity to try and recruit them...

Now it seems I'm not even worthy of carrying their shoes!

However, Feng Xin is still very brave.

In order to reclaim what she had lost and to defeat the woman she hated so much, she was willing to make a deal with the devil before her.

But Yang Xue was unaware of Feng Xin's many inner monologues.

She sipped her tea with an air of nonchalance, while secretly worrying about the other person.

"Sister, say the lines."

"Given my current status, it would be beneath me to proactively discuss cooperation!"

Yang Xue desperately needed Feng Xin as a stepping stone, so she was somewhat anxious.

However, she maintained her aloof persona very well, and there was no flaw in her appearance.

Seeing Yang Xue calmly sipping her tea, Feng Xin dared not say anything more.

She could only take a sip, indicating that if he drank, she would drink too, and if he finished his, she would finish hers as well.

Seeing this, Yang Xue felt helpless and inwardly complained:

"Ah! What has this arrogant woman been through?"

"I still prefer her rebellious side!"

Yang Xue finally couldn't hold back any longer after drinking all the tea.

She said with a cold expression:

"If Miss Feng only wants to have tea with me, then forget it."

"I have a lot to do."

Feng Xin immediately stood up awkwardly and mustered her courage to say:

"Miss Yang...I...I..."

"I want to become your disciple!"

"Ok??"

Yang Xue responded with a surprised "hmm".