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

However, Yang Xue did not make a move, but silently enjoyed her pitiful appearance.

Suddenly, he let out a sneer and said in a cold tone:

"Your so-called background and backing are really not worth mentioning in my eyes."

"And so are you..."

"I won't argue with an ant."

"But the money you owe me and the agreement will be credited to your account tonight."

Even someone as strong-willed as Feng from the underworld nodded repeatedly like a chicken pecking at rice.

Feng Xin's stubborn back finally bent, and she spoke in a low voice like a servant:

"I know."

"Everything will be done as you instructed, Miss Yang."

"Miss Yang,...can we leave now...?"

Yang Xue waved her hand gently, offering no response.

Ignoring the group of people from Xinyue Media who left dejectedly, Yang Xue turned around and approached Fu Qingyang.

At this moment, Fu Qingyang, after his "transformation," stood there dumbfounded with his two big, light bulb-like eyes, looking very well-behaved.

Yang Xue glanced to one side, her tone slightly teasing.

"My girlfriends are all watching, so I'm sure President Fu won't make things difficult for me, right?"

Fu Qingyang tilted his head slightly, seemingly a little confused, before turning to look at the group of pretty girls from Xiaolong Media.

He responded in a muffled but serious voice:

I won't make things difficult for you.

"Can we talk in the office?"

Yang Xue nodded slightly.

...

Times Square, top floor, manager's office.

This isn't a high-rise building; it only has four floors, including the underground parking.

Yang Xue came to the floor-to-ceiling window. Although the view was not as expansive as that of the skyscrapers, the bustling street scene had a unique charm.

This is Xu Yan's office; the entire room is about 70 square meters.

The design and furniture are top-notch in China.

It also features a separate rest area, dining room, bathroom, and cloakroom.

The indoor lighting and insulation are also excellent.

The overall style looks more like a home office.

After Long Wu led Yang Xue into the office, everyone else waited quietly outside the door.

As he watched his goddess and his boss enter his office, Xu Yan felt a mix of emotions.

Yang Xue walked around the room, taking in the layout.

Fu Qingyang then went to the control panel and made two cups of coffee.

Although this is not the right time to drink coffee, it is President Fu's habit.

With only the two of them left in the room, the tense atmosphere eased considerably.

To avoid letting Fu Qingyang see her nervousness, Yang Xue casually sat down on the sofa in the rest area.

Fu Qingyang originally intended to talk in the office area, but seeing that the other party changed their route, he followed suit.

A white mug is placed on the table, and the aroma of pure black coffee fills the air.

Besides her mother and Aunt Xu, Yang Xue is the third woman President Fu has personally brewed coffee for.

However, she did not realize what kind of treatment this was.

Even if she knew, given her personality, she wouldn't care too much.

Yang Xue slid herself onto the soft white sofa, revealing a comfortable and satisfied expression.

With her eyes closed, she spoke in a deliberately calm tone:

"Your office at Tiancheng is quite different from what I expected; it's actually quite comfortable."

"The world of the rich is truly wonderful..."

Fu Qingyang sat opposite Yang Xue, took off his Ultraman headgear and placed it on the coffee table.

Yang Xue stole a glance at the other person.

Sure enough, it was the same handsome face I saw yesterday, not much different from when he was a child, except that he looked more mature.

His expression, however, became even more aloof.

At the same time, Fu Qingyang was also scrutinizing Yang Xue, with a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth.

"His legs were turned inward, and although he looked very restrained, he deliberately pretended to be nonchalant..."

Is it to cover up inner fear and unease?

Fu Qingyang had keen insight, but instead of exposing the truth, he bluntly said:

"I'll give it to you if you like..."

Although he was extremely intelligent, he was not good at dealing with women.

His logic of social interaction is still stuck in his childhood, in the simple methods that Aunt Xu taught him.

If you don't know how to bring it up, then give them a gift.

No one dislikes receiving gifts.

Fu Qingyang found it very useful, and has continued to use it ever since.

After hearing this, Yang Xue was initially completely bewildered.

She looked at the man in front of her with a suspicious expression.

Fu Qingyang's facial features are excessively delicate even without makeup, and her skin is so fair that she looks like a woman.

If she had to say who he resembled, Yang Xue could think of the handsome Do Min-joon from her past life.

The most important thing is that their eyes are very similar.

But his eyes had lost their coldness, so he looked like a big boy, somewhat naive and cute.

The unexpected contrast made Yang Xue chuckle and cover her mouth with a soft laugh.

"Heh...no wonder Manager Sun spoke to me like that."

"So this is all part of your Tiancheng corporate culture..."

Fu Qingyang looked blank for a moment, then asked:

What did she tell you?

"she says..."

Yang Xue bit her fair thumb and looked up at the sky.

"I can choose any location to broadcast from here."

"If I'm not satisfied, build me an office building..."

"Ha... as long as I'm willing to see you."

Fu Qingyang nodded knowingly, then said while thinking for a moment:

"This promise is not very rigorous."

"Building a building... is currently facing some difficulties."

"There is no vacant land left in this area."

"However, I can give you the building across from Times Square. If you don't like it, you can wait..."

"Phase 2 is expected to commence by the end of this year..."

Fu Qingyang was extremely serious at this moment, after all, he needed the other party's help, and it was an extremely important matter.

"Stop! Halt! Stop!"

Our master of facial expression management, Yang Xue, couldn't hold back any longer.

She raised her hand to interrupt Fu Qingyang, and after taking a deep breath, said:

"No, Mr. President, may I ask a question? Are you socially anxious?"

Fu Qingyang was taken aback after hearing this.

His expression remained aloof, but his words were full of surprise.

How did you know I have social anxiety?

Yang Xue crossed one of her long legs over the other and analyzed the situation logically and reasonedly:

"Through these two sentences, it's easy for me to see that you are a typical social terrorist!"

"Nobody comes up here and gives you a house."

Upon hearing this, Fu Qingyang stroked his chin thoughtfully before responding:

"Ms. Yang's social anxiety seems to be different from what I understand."

"I...have a bit of social anxiety."

Yang Xue clasped her hands in a fist and bowed, saying with great admiration:

"No, no, no... you just have pure social butterfly syndrome!"

"The kind of person who would want to become sworn brothers with you immediately."

She chuckled softly again and continued:

"Ha, I thought such a big CEO would be the kind of person who's very domineering and would teach people a lesson at the drop of a hat."

"I never imagined you were just a heartless money-making machine..."

"Other domineering CEOs usually give a gift card, a diamond ring, or a luxury car."

"You've got some nerve, giving away a whole building without a second thought... Ha..."

Yang Xue shook her head, somewhat amused and speechless.

Fu Qingyang blinked, clearly not getting Yang Xue's point.

"So Miss Yang likes luxury cars and diamond rings...?"

"Tiancheng has several hundred jewelry stores and garages across the country."

"I'll give you a black card with no spending limit later, you can use it however you like."

Yang Xue pointed at Fu Qingyang.

"You, you are such a traitor."

Fu Qingyang remained noncommittal regarding his assessment of Yang Xue.

Observing Yang Xue's words and expressions, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up, and his eyes showed some pleasure.

Perhaps it was related to his amnesia, but he hadn't had such a pleasant and enjoyable chat in a long time.

Or perhaps the world around him is too fake, and others never seem to be honest and natural with him.

Everyone either fears him, hates him, or respects him.

The woman in front of him, however, showed no mercy to him and even teased him.

Fu Qingyang took off his coat and placed it aside.

After taking another deep breath, he finally mustered the courage to get to the main topic.