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

Yang Xue was also deeply moved by this scene.

We are from the same world, and we are all mothers.

Yang Xue's heart was filled with bitterness and helplessness.

But she quickly recovered from her sadness; after all, it was a memory.

"It seems this woman is my senior. Judging from her words, she also has a system."

"Wait, this should be the boy's memory."

His mother called him Qingyang...

Yang Xue then carefully examined the little boy's handsome yet aloof appearance.

"He...looks a lot like Xu Hui's son..."

"Wait... He said he used to be one of Tiancheng's people, is there any possibility...?"

A bold but unproven conjecture arose in Yang Xue's mind.

"Is it possible that he is Fu Qingyang?"

Just as Yang Xue was thinking this, a cold system notification sound rang in his ears.

[Ding, system notification: Your time for daydreaming has ended.]

[Ding, system notification: You have obtained Memory Fragment (Longing) *2]

After Yang Xue snapped out of her reverie, she stood up and looked around.

However, there were just too many people, and she couldn't spot her target at all.

...

In the corner, Fu Qingyang covered his face with his hands and fell into a long silence.

His fair and handsome hands trembled uncontrollably.

Although most of his lost memories returned, he was plunged into endless sorrow and pain.

Since that car accident, Fu Qingyang has lost most of his memories of his mother.

And it's still going on.

Even Xu Hui, her closest personal servant, was only half-confused when her mother was mentioned. She seemed to have something to say, but couldn't say anything at all.

As time went by, Fu Qingyang's personality became increasingly aloof and indifferent.

But his mind became more and more agile each day, and he also possessed a photographic memory.

But in the end, his connection with his mother was reduced to just one image: a guitar and two sentences from next door.

But Fu Qingyang has found everything today.

After a long silence, Fu Qingyang, his eyes red, took a deep breath and dialed Long Wu's number.

"Fifth Brother, go...go and formally invite Miss Yang to come to the manager's office to see me."

Long Wu sensed something was off about Fu Qingyang's tone, paused for a moment, and then asked:

"President, is there a problem on your end?"

Fu Qingyang suppressed his excitement and responded in a low voice:

"No..."

"I am fine."

“I just have a lot of questions I want to ask her.”

Okay, I'll do it right away.

Long Wu responded concisely, without further delay.

Fu Qingyang hung up the phone and let out a long sigh. He then leaned back in the cold chair.

He was exhausted and also very sad.

He desperately wanted to go on stage and ask her directly, but he was afraid of disturbing her live stream and upsetting her.

Having finally rediscovered this affection, he must carefully protect and cherish it.

...

As the song ended, Yang Xue's live stream was also drawing to a close.

Feng Xin, who had been the subject of much criticism, looked at Yang Xue with mixed feelings.

Feng Xin was greatly surprised when she first heard Zhuang Siyu's account.

How did that woman know what she had said?

But after she calmed down, she realized it wasn't a big deal.

I used to be a well-known celebrity, so she must have seen my past interviews, which is why she acts like she doesn't recognize me now.

Although she defeated me musically, it doesn't mean I have to humble myself and compromise with her.

"Ha, coming to my door in person...why should I!"

"You're trying to use this to threaten me."

"If you want to get into the entertainment industry and use my resources, you'll have to beg me!"

After figuring these things out, Feng Xin felt confident that she could do it.

She was a little scared and timid, but she still wanted to save face.

"She's just a musical prodigy with no real talent, while I, Feng Xin, am a senior in the music industry!"

"Even if there is a reconciliation, at the very least, both sides should take a step back."

"To get into that circle, talent alone is far from enough! In the end, she'll have to beg us."

Hearing Feng Xin say this, Zhuang Siyu couldn't help but frown.

She suddenly felt that her boss deserved to lose, and silently grumbled to herself:

"Sister Xin really doesn't learn her lesson!"

"The best way to deal with a woman as blindly arrogant as her is to let her experience the harsh reality."

"Hmm... being woken up by a stream of pee might work too!"

It was 23 PM, and Yang Xue decided to end her live stream for the night.

Good times always fly by, let's meet again tomorrow night at 19 PM sharp.

The live stream chat immediately erupted with comments expressing lingering interest:

Ah...it's over already?

[Not enough! It's only 11 PM, right in the middle of the fun!]

[Snow God, as a streamer, is your boss happy about you skipping work like this? Even the donkeys in the production team wouldn't dare rest like this!]

[Waaaaah, where's my adorable Zhizhi? I really haven't had enough!]

However, Yang Xue focused on minimalism and did not respond to any comments. She simply waved at the camera and then turned off the live stream.

He then bowed to the crowd below the stands, as if he had just finished a performance.

"Everyone! Thank you for coming. You've all worked hard."

Compared to the live broadcast room, many of the audience members in the stands have already left.

This is not because they have poor adhesion.

Watching a live stream outside might offer a better live experience and atmosphere, but it's certainly not as comfortable or convenient as being at home.

Moreover, many visitors come to the mall to shop and just want to take a look for something new.

But it's different at home; they are the purest live-streaming users, and many viewers even use live streams to help them fall asleep.

As the crowd gradually dispersed, Gu Tiantian, tripod in hand, approached Yang Xue and whispered:

"Sister Yang, normally we work at the company for at least 6 hours a day."

"Isn't 4 hours a bit too short to do a live stream now?"

Yang Xue put down her work and responded with a light laugh:

"Four hours is indeed a bit long, emmm, let's change it to 10 pm next time."

"Perfect timing, I can treat you guys to a late-night snack."

"ah?..."

Gu Tiantian blinked, momentarily stunned.

Yang Xue then patted Gu Tiantian on the shoulder and said with a smile:

"From now on, you'll just follow my live streams and obey my orders."

"As for Brother Long, I will speak to him."

Upon hearing this, Gu Tiantian's eyes immediately curved into crescent moons.

Just as the two were talking, Feng Xin, dressed in a burgundy suit and exuding a mature and sophisticated aura, led her team towards Yang Xue.

Using the word "rush" is no exaggeration, because Feng Xin took big steps and moved very fast.

Seeing that the newcomer was hostile, Gu Tiantian instinctively stepped in front of Yang Xue, her little face stern.

Yang Xue didn't seem flustered, but she was a little confused.

"Hey, System! You're not lying to me again, are you? Didn't you promise to be conquered by me?"

"But her eyes were wide open like saucers; she clearly wasn't convinced..."

However, the intelligent system did not respond to the host's question.

Feng Xin approached Yang Xue and met her cool gaze.

She was clearly physically weak, but she remained stubborn.

"Your name is Yang Xue, right? I've remembered your name."

Yang Xue looked at her calmly, but did not say anything.

Feng Xin coughed lightly twice, trying to appear calm.

"Ahem... My secretary has already relayed what you just said to me."

"Yes, I admit... you are very musically talented, you beat me."

"But I have to tell you, don't think you can make it in the entertainment industry just by having a few hit songs."

As she spoke, Feng Xin straightened her posture slightly, appearing more confident.

Seeing that Yang Xue remained silent, she continued:

"There was a time when I, like you, possessed a great talent and ability to create."

"But now, haven't I already transformed myself..."

"The rules of the entertainment industry are far more complex than you think."

"If you want to establish yourself there, without a strong backer, everything is in vain."

"So? What's the purpose of your visit?"

Yang Xue asked calmly, her expression as indifferent as water.

Feng Xin once again scrutinized Yang Xue's figure and appearance, and commented:

"I think you are quite talented, and you are also very good-looking."

"How about this, I'll give you a chance."

"Join my team and work with me."

"For the first three years, I'll make you a top-tier internet celebrity. Then, once you've really taken off, I'll send you into the entertainment industry, and the two of us sisters will carve out our own niche!"

Even though Yang Xue is a master of facial expression management, she still frowned slightly upon hearing this.

"I clearly won, okay?"

"Is she still trapped in the dream?"

Seeing the other person's complicated expression, Feng Xin proudly began to speak eloquently again...

Little did they know that their moment of embarrassment was about to arrive.