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

Seeing that the class was in disarray again, the teacher clapped her hands to stop the children's discussion.

Okay, okay, let's stop discussing this.

"Sometimes a surname can be the same as the mother's, but of course, this is a special case."

"Now let's not interrupt and listen carefully to Zhizhi's speech."

When people brought up her father again, Yang Zhiyao looked somewhat disappointed.

Seeing that she was not in a good mood, Teacher Zhang came over and asked with concern:

"Zhizhi, are you feeling unwell?"

Yang Zhiyao shook her head silently and said softly:

"Teacher, can I not talk about my father?"

Teacher Zhang was surprised at first, but quickly returned to normal.

She gently stroked Yang Zhiyao's head and responded tenderly:

"Of course you can, that's your freedom."

"Thank you, teacher."

Yang Zhiyao looked at Teacher Zhang gratefully, then took a deep breath and continued to tell her story about her family.

"My mom is a news anchor, she works in the grandstand of Section A in Times Square. She's very hardworking, and she sings very well..."

"My tuition was earned by my mom singing song by song, and my clothes and shoes were earned by my mom teaching class after class."

"My mom works very hard and earns money is not easy, so I should be well-behaved and sensible so that she doesn't have to worry."

Zhizhi deliberately avoided mentioning her father and only spoke well of her mother.

Teacher Zhang had already imagined the child's family situation.

She couldn't help but sigh, her heart filled with complex emotions.

"Miss Yang has really had a tough time; she must have had a tragic love experience..."

"Sigh...it's true what they say, poor children mature early. What a well-behaved little darling."

Teacher Zhang thought to herself, her eyes welling up with tears.

Yang Zhiyao turned to look in Gu Chenchen's direction, her confidence suddenly boosted.

"Although I don't have a big car or many toys at home, I am still very happy and joyful."

"It is a very lucky thing to be loved, and I am just as lucky as you are now."

Yang Zhiyao spoke her last sentence very seriously.

Unfortunately, the group of people in front of her couldn't understand what she was saying.

But the homeroom teacher, Zhang Yan, was greatly shocked, and her gaze toward Yang Zhiyao became increasingly deep.

...

After school, parents picked up their children one after another.

Before parting, Yang Xue's homeroom teacher, Zhang Yan, deliberately spoke with her alone.

"Sister Yang, if you need any help or assistance in your daily life, please don't hesitate to ask."

"I will personally communicate with the dean on the school's side."

"We really love Zhizhi, she's such a good child."

These words left Yang Xue a little confused. Did she really look that down and out...?

But Yang Xue still responded gratefully:

"Thank you, Teacher Zhang. My child and I are doing well and don't have any needs at the moment."

"However, I am still very, very grateful."

Yang Xue's firm attitude earned Zhang Yan's respect.

She nodded seriously and said:

"Okay, I respect your choice."

Watching the mother and daughter walk away, Zhang Yan sighed with emotion:

"What a strong woman!"

"I'll still visit them this Sunday to see if I can offer any help I can."

Zhang Yan is a kind and sentimental woman, and she especially likes Yang Zhiyao very much and feels sorry for the child.

The mother and daughter left the school hand in hand.

Yang Xue curled the corners of her lips and suddenly asked:

"Honey, what did you all do today?"

"Why did Teacher Zhang ask me if I needed help?"

Zhizhi raised her little face and responded with a smile:

"The teacher asked us to introduce our families, and I said that my mother is a very good singer and a very hardworking broadcaster."

"Oh, what else?"

Yang Xue nodded slightly and continued to ask.

Zhizhi recalled for a moment and continued:

“Other classmates are showing off what they have at home, which I think is childish.”

"So I say, even though my family doesn't have toys or big cars, I am still very happy and joyful because my home is filled with love."

After listening, Yang Xue smiled and gently ruffled the girl's hair, thinking to herself:

"Actually, you care about this a lot, don't you, baby?"

Zhizhi continued speaking:

"Mom, my teacher praised me today and gave me two sunflowers as a reward."

Yang Xue narrowed her eyes into crescent moons and responded with a smile:

"My darling is so great! Today, Mommy will reward you with something nice."

Upon hearing this, Yang Zhiyao's face lit up with joy.

Mom bought herself a gift? What could it be?

Clay... paintbrush? Or perhaps the Barbie doll she's eyeing?

However, her joy quickly faded, and she shook her head seriously, saying:

"Mommy, Zhizhi doesn't want a reward."

"Rewards are for children; Zhizhi is an adult now."

Yang Zhiyao suppressed her inner desires and put on a mature and sensible expression.

Yang Xue fell silent, a wave of sorrow washing over her. Her daughter was so well-behaved that it broke her heart.

“Baby, Mommy knows you’ve grown up.”

"So, this is a reward from an adult."

"It's not just a reward, it's also a test."

"test..?"

Zhizhi looked at her mother with a blank expression, somewhat bewildered.

Suddenly, a loud car horn startled the two of them.

Yang Xue quickly shielded her precious daughter and looked in the direction of the sound.

The noise came from Gu Chenchen's white BMW.

Yang Xue squinted at the woman in the driver's seat, thinking to herself:

"You didn't beat me hard enough!"

The car window rolled down, and Gu Chenchen popped out his chubby head.

"Yang Zhiyao, I heard your mother is a news anchor at Times Square?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

Yang Zhiyao responded impatiently, not wanting to pay any attention to this annoying person.

Gu Chenchen grinned mischievously and said smugly:

"I just asked my mom, and my dad also works in Times Square."

"And you're still in charge of your mother!"

Yang Xue was surprised.

"Is your father's surname Fu...?"

But the idea quickly faded away.

Let alone Xiao Fu, even scum like Qian Lang wouldn't look down on this kind of person.

Yang Zhiyao frowned and asked in disgust:

What do you mean?

The chubby boy grinned mischievously and said in a very domineering manner:

"You'd better make me an Ultraman doll when you get home tonight."

"I want three different ones!"

"Otherwise, I'll make sure your mother loses her job tomorrow!"

Yang Xue immediately narrowed her eyes.

Such a threat is clearly not something a 7-year-old child could come up with.

She immediately turned her gaze to Gu Chenchen's mother, Zhang Cuicui, inside the car.

The other party did not respond at all, but their eyes were full of resentment.

Yang Zhiyao sensed the pressure from the other person, and she responded in an adult-like tone:

"Don't involve adults in our children's squabbles!"

"I'll make it for you, okay?"

Gu Chenchen was quite pleased to see that she had the other person under her control.

"Okay! Just do as I say..."

"Honey, don't make it for this naughty child!"

Before Gu Chenchen could finish speaking, Yang Xue suddenly interrupted her.

She glanced contemptuously at the driver's seat and said coldly:

"Unless his father's surname is Fu, he'd better keep a low profile."