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

Yang Xue took a tactical sip of coffee, trying her best to suppress her inner tension.

"This guy is an incredibly powerful and scheming mastermind, and he also knows my only secret."

"I need to be wary of whether he intends to blackmail or exploit me!"

Yang Xue was panicked, and Fu Qingyang... wasn't much better off.

"The girl in front of me is someone I accidentally offended, and she is the only person who can help me resolve my confusion."

"No matter what I say next, she'll feel threatened..."

How should I bring it up...?

The air inside was somewhat heavy.

Fu Qingyang also tactfully took a sip of coffee, trying his best to put on a friendly expression.

However, his overly deliberate behavior made Yang Xue feel that he had ill intentions.

"President Fu, my girlfriends are still outside."

"Please speak quickly if you have something to say."

Yang Xue urged him on, and the atmosphere, which had just eased, returned to its initial wariness.

Fu Qingyang leaned his tall figure slightly forward, his expression serious and sincere.

"Miss Yang, what happened before was truly an accident."

"As you said, I really did become stupid from making so much money."

"I have offended you... I sincerely apologize, I'm sorry."

Seeing that the other party's attitude didn't seem to be faking it, Yang Xue's emotions softened slightly.

"I accept your apology."

“If you had this attitude yesterday, this wouldn’t have happened.”

Fu Qingyang pursed his lips again and asked tentatively:

"Can I ask you some questions?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Xue crossed her arms and leaned back.

"What would you like to ask...?"

"I cannot answer questions that are too private for you."

Fu Qingyang stared at Yang Xue with a burning gaze.

After a long pause, he finally spoke:

"You are not from this world, are you?"

"I mean, you're from another world... right?"

This was a sensitive issue, and Yang Xue felt a little flustered inside, but she maintained a calm demeanor on the surface.

"President Fu, I don't know what you're talking about."

"What other world? You've probably been reading too many science fiction novels."

Fu Qingyang anticipated this response and carefully chose his words before continuing:

"Ms. Yang, I meant no harm."

"I just want to learn some things about my mother through you."

"She's gone... You're probably the only one who understands her now."

Seeing Fu Qingyang's dejected look, Yang Xue fell silent.

The room fell silent again, with only two cups of coffee emitting wisps of steam.

As Yang Xue recalled the scenes she had seen in her dream world, a bitter feeling welled up in her heart once again.

She knows what it feels like to lose a loved one, and she knows that feeling of loneliness.

What is your basis for saying I come from another world?

Yang Xue suddenly spoke up, wanting to test Fu Qingyang's words and see how much he actually knew.

"My mother also sang the song you sang during your live stream."

"But I only remember two sentences."

Fu Qingyang answered slowly, his eyes deep and dim.

Seeing that Yang Xue was listening attentively, he continued to add.

“My mother said that she came to this strange world alone, and this song is her only dowry.”

"I used to think she was singing about sadness, but now I realize she was singing about longing."

"I've been searching for this song for many years, and you're the only one who can sing it in its entirety..."

"To be able to write so many memorable and stylistically diverse songs so quickly, I think you and she both have superpowers."

Fu Qingyang is usually a man of few words, but today he was unusually talkative.

Perhaps Yang Xue could find some excuses to prove that these facts were a coincidence.

But that doesn't seem to make any sense.

"His attitude was fairly good during this meeting."

"It's not impossible to do the other person a favor to ease the tension."

"After all, he is President Fu, who can get whatever he wants, and he is also very capable."

"It's better to make an alliance than to offend them."

Yang Xue considered for a moment and said:

"There are some things I'm about to tell you that you probably won't believe, but..."

Halfway through her sentence, Yang Xue didn't know what to say next.

She seemed even more lonely in that world.

She glanced at Ultraman Tiga's helmet on the coffee table and suddenly had a brilliant idea.

"That world also has Ultraman Tiga... He comes from the Land of Harmony."

Yang Xue used an ambiguous approach.

Upon hearing this, Fu Qingyang was taken aback for a moment, then picked up the helmet beside him.

The label above reads "Tiancheng Toys Manufacturing".

The next second, his eyes revealed a warm yet complex expression.

Fu Qingyang murmured:

"Ha, it really wasn't created by Mom."

After Yang Xue's reminder, Fu Qingyang's impression of the woman became clearer.

However, from Fu Qingyang's reaction, Yang Xue also learned some very important clues about this world.

He said with a touch of emotion:

"My mother appears to be very gentle and virtuous, but she actually has a very easygoing personality."

"She loves to joke around and boast, but she's incredibly capable."

When facing Yang Xue, Fu Qingyang spoke frankly and without reservation.

Although she was talking about her mother's embarrassing moments, her expression was full of happiness and longing.

Perhaps only Yang Xue, who shares the same hometown as her mother, truly understands and is worthy of what he is saying.

Or perhaps, introducing her to a more authentic and endearing version of her mother would be the only way to gain her approval.

As a fellow mover, Yang Xue felt as if she were looking in a mirror, her face burning with embarrassment.

She straightened her full chest, coughed twice, and said seriously, defending her senior:

"Ahem...President Fu, you're wrong."

"In fact, those who can travel to this world and achieve great things are all exceptionally talented."

"We may not produce art, but we are the transporters of art!"

Fu Qingyang was not annoyed by Yang Xue's rebuttal; on the contrary, he was very happy.

Because she praised her mother and acknowledged her beloved mother.

He grinned and echoed in a gentle tone:

"Miss Yang is right."

"My mother is really amazing."

"Without her, Tiancheng would not have achieved what it has today!"

"Of course, you're amazing too!"

This time, his smile was very sunny and natural, melting away his unique aloofness.

President Fu isn't good at praising people, but the truth doesn't count.

If his employees saw this, it would be an absolutely earth-shattering, cosmically unparalleled, and massively explosive news story.

Unfortunately, only he and Yang Xue were in the room.

The atmosphere returned to its previous peaceful state.

Seeing that Fu Qingyang smiled, Yang Xue relaxed and picked up the coffee on the table, taking a small sip.

continued:

"Yes, smile more often, don't always have that cold, aloof expression."

"Also, the coffee is brewed quite well."

Yang Xue praised President Fu in the same tone as Jay Chou.

The other person's eyes were full of pleasure upon hearing this.

"If you like it, come work at my company, and I'll make you a cup of tea every day."

Yang Xue's lips twitched slightly upon hearing this, inwardly thinking:

"Give me a taste of...President Fu, I suspect you're trying to seduce me."

"But I have no evidence."

Yang Xue gestured for them to stop and responded:

"No need, duck. Just put away your little thoughts about me, and we can both be fine."

"Also, drinking too much coffee at night will keep you awake."

I advise you to drink less.

As she spoke, Yang Xue stood up.

Fu Qingyang still had many questions to ask, but seeing that the other party intended to leave, he tactfully stood up as well.

"Ms. Yang, could you please give me your contact information?"

"I know this is presumptuous."

"But we'll have a lot of collaborations in the future, right?"

Fu Qingyang wanted to shake hands, but hesitated for fear of being rash.

This is nothing like his usual decisive and efficient manner.

Yang Xue saw that Fu Qingyang's cold face was full of seriousness, but his eyes were inexplicably dark and melancholy.

She nodded slightly.

"Emmm, this is a good thing..."

"Although I, Yang Xue, am naturally beautiful, I only want to achieve my future with my own two hands."

"But having more friends means having more options."

After exchanging contact information, Fu Qingyang put on his helmet and personally escorted Yang Xue out of the office.