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

Yang Xue saw that it was Long Wu, nodded slightly, and her tone softened considerably.

“Mr. Long, this matter has nothing to do with them.”

“Since your CEO has something to do, he should come to see me in person.”

“I don’t owe him anything, and this is the most basic respect between people.”

After listening, Long Wu nodded and responded gently:

"Miss Yang is absolutely right."

"But our CEO Fu's absence is not due to arrogance, but for personal safety."

"He's really not suited to being in the public eye."

Long Wu paused for a moment after saying this.

"Let's ask for his opinion first."

As he spoke, Long Wu took out his phone from his shirt pocket.

...

At that moment, a handsome face crept out from behind the gray iron gate.

Fu Qingyang peered through the crack in the door at the conversation taking place in the square.

When his employee didn't reply to his messages for a long time, he couldn't contain his frustration and came to check on them.

Seeing that Yang Xue maintained a cold expression while speaking from a distance, and that the others also had somber faces, they guessed that the other party hated them because of what happened last night.

Fu Qingyang muttered to himself with some self-reproach:

"Damn it, I was a bit too greedy."

"I thought she would gladly accept Tiancheng's offer."

"I never expected that she would be as strong-willed as my mother."

Suddenly, Fu Qingyang's phone vibrated.

He took out his phone and saw that it was Long Wu calling.

"explain..."

Fu Qingyang answered the phone with a serious expression.

Ms. Yang said...she can see you, but you have to come to her in person.

After listening, Fu Qingyang remained silent for a moment.

"I'll be there soon."

After a brief response, he hung up the phone and began to think about how to show up.

Currently, his biggest desire is for the other party to meet with him.

His mother's matter was the biggest knot in his heart in his life, even if it meant showing his face in public and exhausting all his resources.

He would spare no effort to find the answer.

But thinking that revealing his true identity might cause considerable trouble, Fu Qingyang lightly bit his thumb and fell into deep thought once again.

"Brother, could you please move aside?"

A childish yet muffled voice suddenly rang out behind Fu Qingyang.

Fu Qingyang quickly turned around, but there was no one behind him.

He subconsciously looked down and saw a child wearing an Ultraman Tiga mask looking at him.

Those large, lantern-like eyes still radiated a dazzling halo.

Fu Qingyang fell silent...

...

After hanging up the phone, Long Wu's expression turned somewhat strange.

Because the other party agreed so readily.

In everyone's eyes, this was clearly a sign of rejection.

Originally, even spending tens of millions of dollars wouldn't be enough to win over this big CEO, so how could a nobody internet celebrity just sit around and get a meeting?

But no one dared to ask, and some people were secretly mocking.

In their view, Yang Xue's attitude was a sign of taking advantage of someone's kindness.

Is she really a Cinderella who thinks she's a princess?

Seeing the silence, Yang Xue spoke first and asked;

"What did he say?"

Long Wu pursed his lips and replied:

He said he'd be there soon...

Um...?

Everyone immediately focused their attention on Yang Xue.

While shocked, his eyes were filled with anticipation.

The woman in front of me is definitely hiding a shocking secret.

And thanks to her, everyone finally had the chance to see that mysterious handsome man tonight.

This is much harder than meeting an international superstar.

Gao Linlin inwardly pounded her chest and cried out in despair.

"Sis! Why did you end your live stream so early?!"

"Such a cool scene, this is probably worth millions in donations!"

Yang Xue couldn't help but chuckle softly:

"Heh, this kid's in such a hurry..."

"No wonder, it's about my own mother, so it's only natural."

She calmly packed the equipment, zipped it up, and responded with a light laugh:

"Heh, at least he knows what's good for him..."

Everyone was even more speechless after hearing this...

That was such a smooth and polished performance...

He's smart to be sensible...?

Do people say...?

Long Wu looked around, and just as he was considering whether to clear the area, he suddenly froze.

Ten meters away from him, at the back door, a handsome "Tiga" walked towards him.

He wore a khaki jacket over a black turtleneck shirt, paired with jeans and dark brown Doc Martens boots.

His steps were steady and standard.

Everything about him—his clothes, his physique, even the way he walks—looks so familiar...

And everyone followed the other person's gaze.

If this scene were to be described using a line from a song lyric, it would be:

The worst thing is when the air suddenly becomes very quiet...

...

In Times Square, pairs of small eyes stared wide-eyed. Ultraman Tiga's big, shining eyes.

This is a true, physical staring contest.

The atmosphere was somewhat silent, especially among Long Wu.

This situation gave him a suffocating feeling.

His first thought was, "Has the president switched his allegiance to Guang?"

Although it may be presumptuous of me to think this way.

Seeing that no one spoke, Fu Qingyang stepped forward and spoke first.

"I am coming."

His voice was muffled, still as cold and clear as ever. But it formed a stark contrast with the hood on his head.

Upon hearing the voice, Long Wu confirmed that the person in front of him was indeed his own CEO.

He stepped forward, coughed twice awkwardly, and said:

"Ahem... Mr. President, your look today is quite unique."

Upon hearing this, Tiancheng's employees all lowered their heads and looked away, trying their best not to meet the president's gaze.

Because they don't want to die yet.

Everyone at Xinyue Media pursed their lips, trying their best not to laugh.

Because they have a partnership with Tiancheng, they dare not offend the big shot in front of them.

The members of Xiaolong Media, however, tried their best not to laugh, but occasionally made grunting noises.

Even Yang Xue glanced at him sideways and turned her head away, refusing to look at him.

That would ruin my aloof persona.

Fu Qingyang didn't care about the opinions of those around him.

In his view, not only had he achieved his goal, he even felt that he looked cool.

He ignored everyone else and went straight to Yang Xue.

Although his tone remained aloof, it was very sincere.

"Miss Yang, I've come as you requested."

"What happened last night was a misunderstanding, please forgive me..."

The moment those words were spoken, a suffocating silence fell over the surrounding area.

Fu Qingyang, the executive director of a top 100 international company, actually apologized to a nobody internet celebrity?

If what Yang Xue just said was just a fantasy, a fairy tale.

That scene must be from a myth...

...

Would you... like to talk to me alone?

As Fu Qingyang finished speaking, his tone carried a hint of pleading.

Yang Xue lowered her beautiful eyes, as if deep in thought.

After a moment, she responded calmly:

"You have 15 minutes."

"What is it? Tell me quickly."

She felt like someone was watching her as she spoke.

He turned his head and immediately smiled.

"Please wait a moment, I have something to take care of."

After saying that, Yang Xue turned and went straight to Feng Xin.

This time, no one dared to stop them.

As Feng Xin watched the other person rush towards her, her eyes darted away, she instinctively shrank back, and finally resigned herself to fate.

She was prepared to be beaten up.