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

After making all the preparations, Yang Xue returned to the company and found Jiang Xiaolong.

That's one good thing about Xiaolong Media: aside from work and live streaming hours, the rest of the time is free and flexible.

Anyone can do what they like, as long as it's not too excessive or even a part-time job.

This is one of the reasons why the company's employees are so loyal.

This feels more like home than a company.

The intense competition in the live streaming market over the past two years has left Jiang Xiaolong disheartened, causing him to forget his original goal of reclaiming his company and spend his days playing games.

Fortunately, he was able to distinguish between primary and secondary matters. Seeing that Yang Xue had something important to report, he did not hesitate to press Alt+F4 to exit the game.

Yang Xue called Zhu Yan downstairs as well, and the three of them held a brief meeting according to the provided plan.

Yang Xue received a system notification of 10 points for her first song performed a cappella.

Yang Xue knew that the song "Happy Worship" that she had shared had been flagged.

The points she earned reminded Yang Xue of something else.

"I seem to remember that accumulating 500 points unlocks the system's lottery..."

"I have earned 170 points. If I add the initial limit, it will be 370. I don't know if this calculation is correct."

"Forget it...it's too far in the future, there's no point in thinking about it so much."

Since the score difference was still far off, Yang Xue put it aside for the time being and stopped thinking about it.

For now, we're still focused on the important matter of PvP.

After listening to Yang Xue's demo, Zhu Yan's reaction was drastically different.

She spoke with great enthusiasm and a bright light in her eyes:

"Xuexue, I underestimated you before."

"You are too strong!"

Jiang Xiaolong nodded in agreement and commented:

"Hmm... With such singing skills, I think we can really go toe-to-toe with the rappers from the Kyoto Hip Hop group."

Amidst her excitement, Zhu Yan asked, full of doubt:

"Xuexue, I remember you were tone-deaf when we were in school. What happened to you that made you so good all of a sudden?"

"You're not from a parallel universe, are you?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Xue shuddered and said seriously:

"Stop reading trashy online articles! We, as warriors of materialism, must believe in science!"

"Believe in the power of repeated training, and also believe in the light!"

Zhu Yan waved her hand, scoffed, and said:

"Tch, I still believe in Ultraman Tiga!"

This sensitive topic was deflected in a joke.

As a time traveler, revealing one's identity means facing numerous uncertainties.

Yang Xue's decision to conceal her identity was both correct and clever, and something we should all learn from. (In case we ever time-travel, we can take note.)

The conversation was about to become serious, and Yang Xue took a deep breath and said:

"Brother Long, the post-production work for these three songs will be entrusted to you."

"you know what I mean."

Jiang Xiaolong pulled out the USB drive, his tone filled with sorrow and grievance.

"Sigh, I spent the first half of my life protecting my boss, and now that I finally have a hot meal, I have to suffer humiliation for my employees."

"I have to do all the miserable jobs, do you think it's easy for me?"

Yang Xue patted Jiang Xiaolong on the shoulder and sighed deeply:

"My brother is great, no need to say more."

"Brother Long, believe me, as long as Linlin can finish these three songs, the dawn of victory is beckoning us!"

Yang Xue has at least 20,000 yuan in debt this month, and she is definitely more eager to achieve her goal than Jiang Xiaolong.

"Okay, okay, whether the pie in your picture is real or not, it's pretty round anyway, so I'll eat it."

Jiang Xiaolong was also a decisive person. He nodded and began to take action.

When he was halfway there, he thought for a moment, then said earnestly:

"Xiaoxue, Linlin isn't as cold-hearted as you think."

"Although the child is a bit stubborn and difficult to get along with... he is a really good person."

"You'll understand once you learn more."

Yang Xue paused for two seconds, then smiled and nodded in response:

"Hmm...I understand."

Whether Jiang Xiaolong's words are true or false, it's ultimately for the sake of unity.

Yang Xue reluctantly agreed.

...

Kyoto Tiancheng Garden Community.

Fu Qingyang and his driver arrived at a three-story villa with a courtyard.

This is the home of Aunt Xu that he mentioned.

This is where he grew up.

The large-scale renovation has transformed it into a unique landscape within the community, blending antique charm with modern beauty.

A few minutes earlier, Fu Qingyang had already notified the nanny to go home early.

Greeted by the nanny, Fu Qingyang changed into slippers and walked into the living room.

Fifth Brother, meanwhile, stood guard at the door, observing the surrounding environment.

As soon as he entered the house, Fu Qingyang saw a folk music guitar lying diagonally in the corner.

Many years have passed, and it is still so well maintained.

This is a keepsake left to him by his mother, representing her deepest love.

When...when...

The crisp clanging of the iron pots suddenly broke his thoughts.

Upon smelling the familiar fragrance, Fu Qingyang's lips curled into a rare smile.

Only then did the nanny, Sister Hua, dare to approach, and said with a wry smile:

"Knowing you were coming back, the old lady insisted on cooking for herself."

“I can’t stop it.”

Fu Qingyang smiled and nodded.

"Aunt Hua, do you have an apron?"

...

In the kitchen, a woman in her forties was skillfully chopping vegetables.

She had jet-black hair and a slender figure; despite being nearly 60, she looked only around 40.

That was Xu Hui, the nanny who raised Fu Qingyang.

Dong Dong...

A crisp knock on the door interrupted the woman's thoughts, and Xu Hui turned her head to look.

She saw Fu Qingyang, tall and handsome, smiling at her, and her eyes immediately lit up.

"Aunt Xu, I'm here to cook with you."

Fu Qingyang smiled brightly, just like a sunny young man.

"Oh dear, you're all dressed in white, what are you doing here making a mess?"

"Go out quickly, wash your hands, we'll be eating soon."

Xu Hui spoke in a loud voice, her words full of concern.

Fu Qingyang was the child she raised, just like her own son, and she loved and cherished him dearly.

However, Fu Qingyang was very stubborn and still helped her finish the meal.

In a short while, a sumptuous feast was laid out on the table.

Xu Hui doted on Yang Bucai and frequently paid for her.

She understood the child better than Fu Qingyang's deceased mother.

Fu Qingyang also showed concern for Xu Hui, constantly asking if she had enough money and how she was doing.

Xu Hui repeatedly said yes, but didn't mention the square incident at all.

Xu Hui doesn't have many hobbies. Besides growing plants and flowers, her favorite thing to do every day is to dance in the square with the neighborhood aunties.

The dance troupe she belongs to is the "Sunset Red Square Dance Troupe".

The conflict stems from that incident with the Kyoto Hip Hop Dance Troupe.

Many of the elderly people who dance in public squares are quite outgoing, and Xu Hui is no exception.

However, she was very discreet and had no interest in power or money, so Xu Hui was just a low-key, ordinary member of the group.

Nobody knew that the Sunset Red Dance Troupe had such a hidden big shot.

When Fu Qingyang suddenly brought up the matter, Xu Hui looked at the nanny with displeasure and complaints in her eyes.

She didn't want to cause him any trouble, as her young master had a lot of work to do every day.

The nanny, Sister Hua, smiled helplessly and offered no further explanation.

Fu Qingyang grasped Xu Hui's thin hand and patiently explained:

"Auntie, please don't blame Sister Hua. This is what I specifically told her before I left."

"You're my only family now, and I don't want anything to happen to you."

In front of outsiders, Fu Qingyang appears extremely aloof.

But in front of Xu Hui, he was always gentle and respectful.

Xu Hui felt a surge of emotion, but she still pursed her lips and pretended to be impatient, saying:

"Oh dear, it's really nothing serious..."

“You’re so busy with work, you don’t get enough rest, and you’re still going back and forth like this.”

Fu Qingyang picked up Xu Hui's favorite shrimp and said earnestly:

"It's not troublesome at all. I happen to have some free time these days, so I came to the branch office for a visit."

"A near-fatal incident in the square is no small matter..."

"I'll go back to my bedroom for a meeting in a bit, and then I'll go dancing with you tonight to see what's going on."