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

"Could it be... Xiao Fu...?"

Yang Xue opened the door with a skeptical attitude.

Sure enough, a familiar and handsome face came into Yang Xue's view; it was Fu Qingyang.

His hair was loose, and he wore a light gray half-zip knit sweater and black trousers, looking more mature and composed than before.

Fu Qingyang was still holding a beige plush teddy bear. Seeing Yang Xue looking stunned, he said calmly:

"Won't you invite me in?"

After saying that, he turned his head and waved to Yang Zhiyao behind Yang Xue.

No little girl could resist such a temptation, including Yang Zhiyao.

Her eyes lit up the moment she saw the teddy bear, and she asked:

"Uncle Fu, that teddy bear you're holding is so cute, is it for me?"

Yang Xue then moved aside and let Fu Qingyang Rang in.

Fu Qingyang consciously changed into slippers and then stuffed the teddy bear directly into Zhizhi's arms.

He patted her head and gave a brief reply:

"of course."

"Thank you, Uncle Fu."

Yang Zhiyao hugged a teddy bear that was almost the same size as her, her eyes filled with joy.

"You didn't move to the apartment across the street, did you?"

Yang Xue tilted her head, her mind full of complaints.

"This makes it easier for me to take care of my child."

"Aunt Xu also said she really likes it here."

Fu Qingyang sat down on the sofa as if they were old friends, and leaned back lazily.

At this moment, he seemed to feel much more at ease, both physically and mentally.

Yang Xue put her hands on her hips, feeling utterly bewildered:

"Why not stay in your own big villa and instead come to live in this small place?"

"Xiao Fu, are you perhaps suffering from some serious illness?"

Feeling the scrutinizing gaze, Fu Qingyang sat up with some restraint.

Let me tell you about the follow-up arrangements first.

"You need to take action by the day after tomorrow at the latest."

Yang Xue frowned upon hearing this, then her expression turned serious.

She moved a chair and sat down opposite Fu Qingyang.

Liao Qingsong's connection to the TV station was only so-so; it was Zhou Xing, the head and director of CCTV's science and education program.

He had been collecting a lot of information online since the year before last.

In many remote villages nestled in the mountains, the lack of road infrastructure has prevented children from accessing adequate learning resources.

Many well-known bloggers have conducted interviews on this topic and called for public attention.

Many volunteer teachers have also devoted themselves to this cultural development out of a passion for education.

Although the results were remarkable, life remained difficult.

After all, road infrastructure is difficult to build, and the supply of resources and energy is demanding.

To improve the overall situation of this area, a huge and cost-indiscriminate investment and construction is needed.

"The most important thing for a businessman is profit."

"No one would be willing to take on such a difficult task, especially if they don't do it well. Not only will they lose money, but they could also ruin their reputation."

"Even though the country has already offered many generous policies and conditions."

Fu Qingyang described the current predicament he was facing, and Yang Xue listened attentively.

"Although it's difficult, I've already agreed to this project, and you don't need to worry about the subsequent financial investment."

"Now it's up to you to decide."

Yang Xue was puzzled for a moment, then asked in return:

"As the initiator, I naturally support it unconditionally."

"Is there anything else wrong here?"

Fu Qingyang's expression was somewhat solemn.

"Yes, life there will be much harder than you imagine."

“The content production cycle will also be extended to ten days, half a month, or even a month.”

"Moreover, this project will continue for the next few years as long as it is underway."

"This will definitely affect your progress in expanding the live streaming market in the future."

"Moreover, the mountain roads are rugged, transportation is inconvenient, and the risk factor is very high."

Fu Qingyang's explanation was very detailed, and he raised all the concerns he could think of before.

After listening for two seconds, Yang Xue asked:

Are there any other drawbacks?

Fu Qingyang shook his head.

Yang Xue glanced at the small bedroom and saw her daughter happily playing with her teddy bear, feeling a little guilty.

But the current action was the most crucial step, and she finally steeled herself and responded:

"Okay, I understand..."

Fu Qingyang added earnestly:

"This operation will take longer than expected, so don't let your guard down."

Yang Xue responded with a light laugh:

"Don't worry about that."

"In my previous life, I even rummaged through trash cans."

As she spoke, Yang Xue looked out the window with a complicated expression.

"I got injured in a fight and didn't have money for stitches, so I stitched myself up with a thumbtack."

“I’ve endured this pain and suffering, so why would I be afraid of such a small thing?”

"Of course, my assistants who are traveling with me need to be mentally prepared."

Fu Qingyang frowned as he listened to Yang Xue's description, and the image of Long Wu flashed into his mind for a moment.

Were you a special forces soldier in your past life...?

"ha...?"

Yang Xue was stunned by this question.

In the end, the two finalized their action plan.

Fu Qingyang communicated with the relevant departments again, and the operation was scheduled for tomorrow afternoon.

...

At night, the air was slightly cool, and the sounds of cicadas or cats could be heard from outside.

Yang Xue and Yang Zhiyao looked up at the bright full moon overhead. Suddenly, the little girl asked:

"Mommy, are you going on a long trip?"

Hearing her daughter's question, Yang Xue felt a lump in her throat.

She stroked her daughter's head, took a deep breath, and said:

"Yes, Mom has to leave tomorrow."

"Oh..."

"Then can I go with you?"

Yang Zhiyao asked in a very soft voice.

Although she was clever enough to already know the answer, she still wanted to ask one more question.

"Life there will be very tough."

"The most important thing is that you still have to go to school."

Upon hearing this answer, Yang Zhiyao's mood instantly plummeted.

"When are you coming back...?"

After a moment of silence, Yang Zhiyao asked, half-muttering.

Although it was a question, the tone was pleading.

Yang Xue's eyes were a little red, and she remained silent because she was afraid she would cry.

Ultimately, it is difficult to balance career and family.

"Mommy will come back when the moon in the sky is no longer so round."

Yang Xue's voice was a little hoarse. After she finished speaking, she gave Zhizhi a comforting kiss on the forehead.

Zhizhi leaned her small body back and curled up in Yang Xue's arms.

Feeling her daughter's warmth, Yang Xue felt a pang of sadness and pain in her heart.

She mustered her strength and continued:

"During the time when Mommy is away, Uncle Fu will stay with you, and Grandma Wu will stay with you too."

"And your godmother Yan Yan, godfather Xiao Long, and all those aunties will be with you."

"Be good at home and wait patiently for Mommy to come back, okay?"

Yang Zhiyao buried her head under the covers, attempting to escape reality in this way.

However, she would eventually have to face it.

"Mommy... I'll miss you a little..."

Hearing the little girl's muffled voice coming from under the covers, Yang Xue instinctively hugged her tighter.

"Mom too, but there are some things I have to do."

"This is our mission..."

"And you, you must grow up."

"It's the same mission..."

Zhizhi remained silent under the covers...

"No matter when or where, as long as you still think of Mommy, Mommy will never leave you."

"It's the same for me."

A moment later, a faint tremor came from under the covers, as if Yang Zhiyao was nodding.

Neither of them slept well that night.

But they must learn to be strong.