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

"What's wrong with you...? Are you saying you're not going to marry me?"

Qian Lang looked at his fiancée in disbelief.

This was the first time in two years that she had taken the initiative to turn against him.

"Yes! Since you can't accept her, then there's no need for me to continue living with you!"

Seeing Yang Xue staring at him with such firmness and coldness.

The smell of alcohol and anger instantly overwhelmed Qian Lang's rationality, and he suddenly became irritable.

"Yang Xue, are you fucking serious?"

"I paid for your sister's hospital bills, I paid the monthly mortgage payments! And I provided for all your living expenses, food, and other necessities!"

"I've given you so much, and you choose to break up with me for some wild girl??"

The man's rough shouts echoed throughout the room.

In the bedroom, Zhizhi curled up in the corner of the bed, leaning against the wall, helplessly covering her head.

She pursed her lips tightly, silently enduring the pain, but did not shed a tear.

In her mind, her tears would only bring misfortune...

If my mother had been beaten even more severely by my father back then, perhaps my aunt would be the one today.

People can't help but ask, is it really reasonable for a 6-year-old child to be so mature and sensible...?

In the living room, Yang Xue maintained her composure well in the face of Qian Lang's madness.

Thanks to my previous life where I struggled at the bottom and saw many of these kinds of people, I developed a very strong mentality.

Yang Xue suppressed her inner turmoil as much as possible, took a deep breath, and said in a low voice:

"Have you said enough?"

"What..?"

Qian Lang looked surprised.

"I don't want to argue with you with the kids around."

"If you've said enough, I'll make my stance clear."

As Qian Lang's drunkenness intensified, he staggered back two steps, pointed at Yang Xue, and said in a drunken slur:

"What good will your attitude do, you useless woman...?"

Faced with this arrogant fellow, Yang Xue didn't want to get entangled with him any further.

A stable material life is certainly important, but if it comes at the cost of a lifetime of suppressed and tormented emotions, she would rather choose freedom.

“My sister sold everything she owned to support my education. To help me succeed, she even sold herself to that gambler.”

"My life was given to me by my adoptive parents and my sister! My sister's child has no mother, so I am her biological mother!"

“I will raise the child myself. I will use this house to pay off the money I owe you. At today’s market value, it will be more than enough. What do you think?”

Qian Lang was shocked after hearing Yang Xue's words.

Is the person in front of me really Yang Xue?

Could this really be the words of that timid and weak woman...?

"What's the meaning...?"

"We've been together for five years... and you're breaking up with me for some bastard's child?"

Yang Xue looked coldly at Qian Lang and emphasized with utmost seriousness:

"She's my sister's child, not a bastard!"

"I'm so glad I saw your true colors before we got married!"

"That's right, I want to break up! We're over!"

Although Yang Xue's voice was cold, her attitude was like that of an authoritative superior issuing an order, leaving no room for doubt.

This is the first time she has shown such ruthlessness since we met.

This was unacceptable to Qian Lang's emotions and self-esteem.

He became increasingly hysterical, even to the point of physically assaulting the other person.

However, Yang Xue had already prepared for battle.

Although in this life, her body is thin and frail.

But street fights are all about ruthlessness and viciousness, and Yang Xue has plenty of experience in street brawls.

"you!!"

As Qian Lang was about to raise his hand, he saw Yang Xue step forward, her imposing aura showing no fear whatsoever.

A man was afraid when he faced a woman who was a head shorter than him.

Yes, it's not that I don't want to do it, it's just that I'm afraid...

Yang Xue's cold expression carried a hint of mockery.

"Qian Lang, I'm leaving with nothing. Let's part ways amicably."

"But if you dare to lay a hand on me, I'm ready to fight you to the death!"

"You deserve to die, and if I die you'll be a murderer. Just as you said, I have nothing to lose, and I don't care about anything."

Qian Lang stared blankly at the incredibly calm and serious woman in front of him, his drunkenness mostly sobering up.

The other person didn't seem to be joking...

"Crazy woman! You chose this yourself!"

"For the sake of our years of friendship, I'll give you one night to clean up!"

I don't want to see you again tomorrow morning!

Qian Lang hurriedly uttered a sentence, then hastily put on his clothes and slammed the door as he left.

If he stayed here tonight, he worried he wouldn't see the sun rise tomorrow.

Only after the other party had completely left did Yang Xue breathe a sigh of relief, relieved after a long period of fear.

This man is 1.8 meters tall. If a fight really broke out, I wouldn't be confident of defeating him.

...

With a creak, the door was gently pushed open.

Yang Xue adjusted her expression and went into the room.

Looking around, the clean and tidy room was empty.

Yang Xue was stunned for a moment, but quickly determined Zhizhi's location.

"Zhizhi?...Where did she hide?"

"Playing hide-and-seek with your aunt again...?"

Yang Xue smiled, as if the turbulent waves that had just occurred had never happened.

A small, shiny, and adorable head slowly peeked out from the edge of the bed, just like a groundhog.

Seeing that Yang Xue's expression remained gentle, Zhizhi secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

She asked pitifully and tentatively:

"Auntie...have I caused you any trouble?"

Yang Xue gave a wry smile, walked to Zhizhi's side, affectionately stroked her head, and whispered:

"Yes, you've caused your aunt a lot of trouble. Huge, enormous, and incredibly huge."

Unlike other parents who would try to appease their children with lies, Yang Xue instead told the truth.

Although Zhizhi is only 6 years old, her cognition is much clearer than that of her peers, and she has her own thoughts and judgments.

As for their future fate, Yang Xue needs to be more rational and recognize the harsh reality.

Hearing her aunt say that, Zhizhi lowered her head with a sense of shame.

"Auntie, I'm sorry... I will be more obedient and sensible from now on. I won't cause you any more trouble, please don't leave me."

Zhizhi's tone was incredibly pitiful, and large tears rolled down her cheeks, making her look extremely heartbreaking.

You should know that no matter what happened before, no matter how frightened she was, Zhizhi never shed a tear.

But this time, she couldn't hold on.

Yang Xueqing pinched Zhizhi's little nose, her expression wistful.

"Zhizhi, starting tomorrow, this house will no longer belong to us..."

"Zhizhi will no longer be able to eat her favorite snacks, will have her own room, and will have no toys to keep her company. She might not even see her kindergarten friends and teachers anymore..."

"Even so? Is Zhizhi still willing to live with her aunt?"

Upon hearing this, Zhizhi, without thinking, wrapped her arms around Yang Xue's neck and responded:

"Zhizhi doesn't want anything, she just wants to be with her aunt."

"I'll go wherever my aunt goes, I'll eat whatever my aunt eats, I just want to be with my aunt."

The small body warmed Yang Xue's heart, and she inexplicably recalled the suicide note left by the original owner's older sister.

Xuexue, Zhizhi won't be a burden to you. She's well-behaved and obedient; if possible, don't abandon her...

"Oh, by the way, Auntie, this is my work..."

Zhizhi's words suddenly interrupted Yang Xue's thoughts.

She pulled a crumpled painting out of her bosom.

The painting depicts a woman holding a child's hand, with a man in a suit depicted in one of the folded corners.

The women and men were drawn very carefully, and even the matching of their clothes was depicted with great detail.

Without a doubt, that outfit was exactly what he and Qian Lang usually wore.

Qian Lang stood tall and proud, looking quite imposing...

But the child in the drawing was very perfunctory; he was just smiling...

In the center of the image, four words are written crookedly: "A family of three"...

The moment Yang Xue saw this painting, she felt as if a huge rock was lodged in her chest.

An unprecedented heaviness...

My vision gradually became blurry...

She hugged Zhizhi tightly, her voice hoarse as she said:

"Don't worry, your aunt would never abandon you, not even if it were the end of the world..."

...

The rain has stopped, but the weather is still terrible.

Yang Xue, with a cold expression, put her hair up and changed into the windbreaker she wore during her freshman year of college.

Although she looks handsome and dashing, she also looks somewhat bleak.

With one hand dragging a huge black suitcase and the other holding Zhizhi's little hand, the two were ready to set off.

Yang Xue didn't want to stay in this stressful place any longer.

As she walked downstairs, she looked back wistfully at the apartment she had lived in for more than three years.

Feelings of injustice, resentment, and reluctance welled up in my heart again...

Those were emotions acquired from the original owner's memories.

Now, it has also become her emotion.

From this day forward, this place will no longer belong to her...

From now on, where will she go from here...?

Yang Xue looked up at the gloomy sky, her expression filled with grievance and stubbornness.

She wanted to question God about what she had done wrong.

But then a new idea came to mind.

"By the way... this is a different world from the previous one."

"There are actually many things I can do!"

Click~...

Just as Yang Xue was getting into the swing of things, a sudden clap of thunder rang out from the sky.

Within her consciousness, some kind of power was awakened.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have activated the strongest Music God System! ...]

Immediately afterwards, a cold, clear notification sounded in her mind...