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Early in the morning, Yang Xue saw her daughter off at the door.

Zhizhi wasn't as lively as usual today.

Just before entering the school gate, Yang Xue squatted down and tidied her hair and collar again.

Yang Zhiyao blinked her watery eyes and quietly looked at her mother.

Yang Xue stroked her daughter's face, forcing a smile, and said:

"Uncle Fu will pick you up tonight."

"You must be good and listen to Uncle Fu."

Yang Zhiyao nodded silently, her face expressionless.

Yang Xue sighed softly and said:

"What, aren't you going to say goodbye to your mother?"

Yang Zhiyao lowered her head, pouted, and remained silent.

Yang Xue helplessly gripped her daughter's shoulders.

"I'm sorry, Mom promises you, I'll come back as soon as I'm done."

"And you'll be able to see your mom again when you compete."

Upon hearing this, Yang Zhiyao's dim eyes lit up.

She suddenly raised her head.

"really?"

Yang Xue smiled and patted her daughter's head.

"Of course, when has Mom ever lied to you?"

After hearing this, the little girl sniffed.

He immediately opened his arms and hugged his mother.

"Then you must come back soon."

"I really can't sleep without my mom."

Feeling the warmth of the little girl's body, Yang Xue couldn't stop her tears from flowing.

For a moment, she really wanted to refuse this part of the trip.

However, Yang Xue quickly regained her composure.

"Zhizhi is the best-behaved baby in the world. She is staying home and waiting for her mother."

"Mom will definitely take you with her next trip."

The mother and daughter lingered for a long time until the school bell rang, and Yang Xue realized it was time to say goodbye.

Zhizhi reluctantly left her mother, and even after entering the school, she kept looking back every few steps.

Yang Xue kept waving into the room, her eyes filled with that cute little figure.

She neither avoided the issue nor urged it.

Yang Xue's vision only became increasingly blurry after the little girl disappeared from her sight.

...

As the car door closed, Fu Qingyang looked at the woman in the rearview mirror. Her eyes were red, and she had not yet recovered from the sadness of parting.

Fu Qingyang didn't rush to drive. Instead, he handed her a tissue and waited quietly for her to process her emotions.

Looking back, he could only feel the emotions of parting as a child.

At that moment, he also felt the emotions of a mother.

The pain of separation seems to be even greater than the former.

He thought he would become so distressed that he would lose control if he continued to adopt his mother's perspective.

Fu Qingyang dared not think any further, so he could only open a work group at random and distract himself by inspecting the work.

After a moment, Yang Xue said in a very nasal voice:

"Take me back to the company."

"I want to make a Mid-Autumn Festival gift for Zhizhi."

"it is good.."

Fu Qingyang nodded in response without asking any further questions.

...

Xiaolong Media, Basement

Yang Xue walked into the newly renovated recording studio.

After Gao Linlin finished setting up the equipment, she gave Yang Xue an OK sign.

A slow, gentle piano prelude came through my headphones.

A dozen seconds later, the melody gradually sped up, becoming familiar and more intense.

The melody reached its climax and then abruptly stopped...

That is the lone warrior.

...

twilight

The car sped along the highway, getting further and further away from Kyoto.

Yang Xue looked out the window with a cold expression, appearing lost and forlorn.

Even though she had just spoken to her daughter on the phone, she still felt empty inside, as if she had lost her soul.

Gao Linlin saw everything and felt sorry for her, wanting to say a few words of comfort, but she didn't know what to say.

At the same time, the kindergarten also ended all its activities.

Before school ended, encouraging voices from teacher Zhang Yan could be heard in the classroom.

"The children all performed exceptionally well today!"

"To achieve better results, everyone should go home and get some rest early tonight, and don't stay up too late playing!"

"I'll count to three, let's cheer for tomorrow's game once again!"

"1"

"2"

"3"

"come on!!"

"come on!!!"

The classroom was filled with the innocent and enthusiastic voices of children.

Soon after, the children skipped and hopped out of the classroom.

Yang Zhiyao was the last to come out, carrying a small schoolbag and looking somewhat dejected.

The voices of Mom, Dad, Grandpa, Grandma... all sorts of voices rang in her ears, making her little heart ache even more.

"Zhizhi, why didn't anyone come to pick you up today?"

"Should we go to Auntie's house first?"

Qian Xiaoyu's mother noticed that Zhizhi was walking alone at the back, lost in thought, so she came over to ask her about it.

Yang Zhiyao raised her head, a smile playing on her lips, and said:

"No, Auntie."

"Auntie, my mom is going on a business trip to do a TV show today."

"It should be the landlady who comes to pick me up."

Xiaoyu's mother pursed her lips, feeling a pang of pity in her heart.

She knew that Zhizhi was deliberately hiding her disappointment.

Children from single-parent families are like this; without a father's care, they are extremely sensitive.

Xiao Yang Zhiyao dislikes troubling outsiders the most.

Xiaoyu's mother sighed and rubbed Zhizhi's head again, giving her some instructions:

"Sweetie, then you stay here and don't run around."

"Wait for Grandma to come and pick you up."

"If you don't come, be sure to call Auntie."

"Zhizhi, I've come to pick you up."

Before Xiaoyu's mother could finish speaking, a man's clear, cold voice suddenly rang out from behind her.

Following the sound, Xiaoyu's mother turned around and froze on the spot.

A tall, handsome man dressed in casual clothes was standing not far away.

He was just like a male star in an idol drama, aloof and eye-catching.

The mothers picking up their children were so engrossed in the man's tall and handsome figure that they couldn't move, pointing at him and whispering amongst themselves.

"Where did this celebrity come from...?"

"so hot..."

"Yeah, this shouldn't be a parent, he looks more like a teacher's boyfriend."

"That's so cool! Sigh, I really got married too early, otherwise I would have asked for her WeChat."

Xiaoyu's mother stared blankly as the man approached, utterly astonished.

"Is he here to pick up Zhizhi?"

Yang Zhiyao tilted her head in surprise, her face full of doubt.

"Uncle Fu, what... are you here to pick me up?"

That's right, the person who picked up Zhizhi was Fu Qingyang, the CEO of Tiancheng.

He came to the little girl's side and, to everyone's astonishment, picked her up affectionately.

This time, not only were the adults around them envious, but even the little girls in the kindergarten stared wide-eyed, their eyes shining.

Yang Zhiyao is so lucky to have such a handsome father.

Seeing the little girl's puzzled expression, Fu Qingyang's lips curled into a slight smile.

I'm afraid you'll cry.

"So I came to pick you up."

Fu Qingyang came to pick up Yang Zhiyao this time not only because he liked and doted on her, but also for another very important reason.

Zhizhi's experience is very similar to his childhood.

Back then, he lived under the roof of the Fu family.

He didn't want the little girl to experience that feeling of helplessness, timidity, and suppressed longing for love again.

To put Yang Xue at ease and to make Yang Zhiyao happy, he decided to personally become a father and pick up the children from the public eye.

Fu Qingyang had a brief conversation with Qian Xiaoyu's mother until she was certain that he was the child's guardian, and then he politely said goodbye.

Along the way, Yang Zhiyao hugged Fu Qingyang's neck, feeling the intense gazes around her, and her face turned bright red.

However, my low mood has improved quite a bit.

After much deliberation, Yang Zhiyao finally mustered her courage and slowly asked:

"Uncle Fu, if you're not busy tomorrow... could you come and join my performance?"

Fu Qingyang suddenly stopped and spoke calmly:

"it is good."