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

Looking at the old photos, Qian Lang sighed with emotion.

Now, the woman has become a female internet celebrity, and she also has a man who is a hundred times more handsome than her by her side.

As for himself, he was incredibly unlucky and was purged by the company; he lost his woman and his career...

The intense contrast and humiliation filled Qian Lang's heart, and his hand, which was clenched between his fingers, began to tremble inexplicably.

"It's all your fault, it's all your fault!"

"I've been so good to you!"

"But you, so ungrateful, abandoned me and chose that wild child!"

Qian Lang was stubborn the most; he refused to reflect on his mistakes and still felt that it was all Yang Xue's fault.

Yes, how could someone as perfect as him possibly make a mistake?

For a coward, complaining about the world is always more dignified than reflecting on himself.

...

Just as he was venting his anger by smoking a lot of cigarettes, another motorcycle stopped in front of the fast food restaurant.

A slightly overweight deliveryman in his fifties sauntered in.

Upon seeing Qian Lang, the man immediately stepped forward and sat down opposite him.

The man took out a Liqun cigarette, put it in his mouth, and asked with a smile:

"How's it going, Xiao Qian? How many orders did you close today?"

Qian Lang looked up at the middle-aged man, his expression returning to calm.

"I completed a total of 69 orders this morning."

"And you, Brother Guo?"

The man exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, a smug look on his face.

"98 orders!"

Qian Lang's expression immediately filled with surprise.

"Damn, bro, you're amazing."

"How did you run it? Teach me!"

Thick smoke obscured the man's haggard face.

His weathered voice echoed throughout the room.

"Heh, brother, you don't want to learn."

"When you're burdened with hundreds of millions in debt and have a daughter attending an elite school."

"You've unlocked madness."

Upon hearing this, Qian Lang ignored the exaggeration, but the word "child" reminded him of that woman once again.

He asked, somewhat puzzled:

"Brother Guo, we're already in such a state, can't we at least get our child into a more ordinary school?"

Does getting into a good school mean you'll be successful?

The man wasn't angry at Qian Lang's sarcastic remarks; instead, he shook his head and gave a wry smile.

"Sigh... You'll understand when you become a parent."

"My child's grades are so bad, it's also my fault, I've been too busy with work and haven't paid enough attention to him."

"She is somewhat sensitive and pretentious."

“My mother and I divorced when she was very young, so I feel quite indebted to her emotionally.”

"Now I can't bear to see girls suffer even more..."

After saying that, the dim cigarette butt glowed again, and the man exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, letting out a low sigh.

"Just hang in there for another year, and she'll be in college in another year."

Qian Lang smiled reassuringly and said:

"Brother Guo, it seems you've suffered a lot in your life."

The man laughed heartily after hearing this, but his laughter was tinged with bitterness.

"Brother, you really misjudged him."

"I used to be a big shot, and even the least I ever got around was a Bentley leading the way."

"It was just because of arrogance that I offended someone I shouldn't have."

Qian Lang chuckled, stubbed out his cigarette, and started eating.

He chuckled to himself as he thought to himself:

"Keep bragging, you're all talk."

"What have you seen, someone who smokes Liqun cigarettes?"

Qian Lang had no idea that what he said was true.

The man surnamed Guo is none other than Guo Yan, the former leader of Tiancheng Real Estate.

Compared to Qian Lang, he seemed more flexible and adaptable.

A strong person can be greasy and arrogant.

But they never complain about the environment.

..

Tiancheng Garden Villas.

As Fu Qingyang finished the meeting, Long Wu, who was standing respectfully to the side, said:

"President, Miss Shen would like to invite you to dinner tonight."

Fu Qingyang stood up without changing his expression and calmly responded as he entered the locker room:

"Don't go."

Long Wu lowered his eyes and remained silent for a moment, then said after a brief pause:

"President, we have business dealings with the Shen family, and it's even a marriage alliance."

"I think we should maintain the relationship on the surface and not let things get too tense."

As a contemporary, only Long Wu or Xu Hui would dare to say such a thing.

Fu Qingyang paused abruptly as he selected clothes, his handsome yet aloof face reflected in the dressing mirror.

After a moment's thought, Fu Qingyang stuck to his previous idea.

"Don't go."

"What does their marriage, which they arranged without my consent, have to do with me?"

After saying that, Fu Qingyang took off his home clothes and, after careful selection, chose a low-key blue casual shirt from the tightly packed clothes rack.

He then picked up his phone to edit a message:

Wait for me at home, I'll be right there.

After sending the message, Fu Qingyang Jianlong, still with a serious expression, continued to add:

"If she finds out I went, she might be unhappy."

Long Wu fell silent; this reason seemed more convincing.

Fu Qingyang looked in the mirror and recalled his recent chat history with Yang Xue.

This week, the two of them sent a total of 9631 characters, 4352 more than last week.

This indicates that the relationship between the two has undergone a qualitative change.

In this situation, if she knew that she had met with another woman, she would probably be jealous.

After tidying everything up, Fu Qingyang looked at the cat-face mask next to him and wondered if he would be more inconspicuous if he wore it.

...

The CEO's office is located on the top floor of the Starry Sky Building.

Wearing a white V-neck textured shirt, Shen Shiyu is holding a paintbrush and copying a realistic landscape painting.

Compared to Yang Xue's cool and aloof beauty, Shen Shiyu's delicate features give off an air of strength and stubbornness.

It's a fierce beauty with an exceptionally strong aggressive edge.

Her artistic skills are also extremely profound.

Compared to the reference painting, Shen Shiyu's use of color is purer and bolder.

She has a very good grasp of every detail of the original painting, and she can also add her own ideas to the original work.

She is completely absorbed when she paints, and everything around her is affected by her immersion, as if it has fallen into stillness.

Only the gramophone on the mahogany table was slowly turning, and melodious piano notes filled the room, creating a tranquil and elegant atmosphere.

Two soft knocks broke the quiet and peaceful atmosphere.

"what's up?"

Shen Shiyu stopped drawing and asked.

But her sharp gaze never left the screen for even a moment.

With a creak, the door was gently opened.

The female secretary, dressed in black overalls, spoke up:

"Madam, President Fu declined your invitation due to being busy with official business."

Shen Shiyu's paintbrush trembled slightly, and she said indifferently:

"Understood, let's go out."

"Yes!"

The female secretary responded briefly and gently closed the door.

Shen Shiyu took a deep breath, put down her paintbrush, and lost all interest in painting.

After calming herself down, Shen Shiyu muttered to herself unwillingly:

"You rejected me again!"

"What is it about this place that fascinates you so much?!"

Then she pressed the call button to summon her secretary.

A short while later, the female secretary, wearing round-framed gold-rimmed glasses, pushed open the door and entered.

"Madam, what can I do for you?"

Shen Shiyu thought for a moment, then calmly said:

"Let's summarize Fu Qingyang's movements over the past month, as well as the events related to him."

"Including overseas trade plans."

Less than fifteen minutes later, the secretary came in again and placed several documents and an iPad on Shen Shiyu's desk.

"Madam, this document is a summary of recent events. Please refer to the index for details."

Shen Shiyu brushed her slightly curled hair from her forehead and nodded gently.

"Go out."

For the rest of the time, the only sound in the office was the quiet rustling of pages turning.

Soon after, the woman's attention turned to another name that appeared frequently.

Yang Xue