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

As night deepened, the rain did not subside; instead, it intensified.

Thunder rumbled, and fine, jade-like raindrops washed over the floor-to-ceiling windows again and again, like memories being constantly refreshed.

In a dark room.

A person on the bed, a glowing cell phone.

A cloud made of rain floats in the wind... a cloud made of rain...

My phone played the song Yang Xue sang tonight.

Wearing a white shirt, Fu Qingyang sat on the bed in a daze, holding his mother's folk music guitar in his arms.

He stared quietly out the window, his expression detached and aloof.

As the song played, the same image and the same words kept playing in his mind.

Mom really doesn't want to see you sad and upset...

I don't want you to be filled with sad memories...

Let Mom take them with her...

He finally found the answer he had been searching for all his life, but he was not happy.

The answer turned out to be nothing but endless sorrow, tearing at the heartstrings again and again.

Is this the answer...?

"What kind of answer is this...?"

Fu Qingyang's eyes were red, and his hands, gripping the bedsheets, trembled uncontrollably, yet he inexplicably couldn't cry.

Ever since that "hiding" incident, he has become bad at expressing his inner emotions.

Emotions are a person's attitude towards objective things and are a medium for psychological activities.

People laugh when they are happy, and cry when they are sad or wronged.

But for Fu Qingyang, all that remained was bitterness and forbearance.

Because he lacked a "path" to the other side in his heart.

The wind blows, the flowers fall to the ground.

Not a trace of pity could be found.

Drifting, drifting, drifting across thousands of miles

I eagerly await your return.

This clip just happened to be playing on my phone...

Fu Qingyang's lips twitched violently, and tears finally slid down his cheeks.

In the end, I'm still alone...

In the end, I am still alone.

dong dong...

A soft knock came from the door, followed by Xu Hui's concerned greeting.

Qingyang, what time is your flight tomorrow?

"How about we go back a little later? Auntie will make you your favorite sweet and sour pork."

Her gentle voice was full of love and warmth.

Fu Qingyang's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he said as calmly as possible:

"Auntie, I'm not leaving for a while."

"I'll stay here with you."

After a long silence outside the door, Xu Hui's trembling voice came through:

Will this affect your work?

Fu Qingyang subconsciously looked at the girl on his phone screen, and the pain in his heart suddenly lessened a lot.

He tried slightly to recreate his previous smiling expression and replied:

"I'll arrange it."

"well..."

Xu Hui's voice was excited as she said "good" twice.

A warm feeling slowly rose from the bottom of Fu Qingyang's heart.

This feeling made Fu Qingyang feel very comfortable, and the heaviness weighing on his heart seemed to have lessened considerably.

Fu Qingyang keenly grasped this point, and continued speaking according to his own thoughts and intentions:

"Auntie, I'll go to the square with you tomorrow."

"I've contacted the singing girl you mentioned. I'll bring her to our house for dinner in a while. What do you think?"

This time, there was a long silence outside the door.

Seeing that there was no movement outside the door for a long time, Fu Qingyang was surprised and wanted to get out of bed to open the door.

But then she heard a faint sniffling sound coming from outside the door, and Xu Hui responded in a hoarse voice:

"well..."

Although it was the same words, the tone was more profound than before.

Fu Qingyang looked out the window and tried to smile again.

The rain hasn't stopped, but its intensity has slowed...

...

Because it was too late, Yang Xue didn't want to go home, so she stayed in Zhu Yan's room.

Since joining Xiaolong Media, the two sisters have become increasingly close.

Zhu Yan is cold on the outside but warm on the inside. He is righteous, hardworking, and most importantly, reliable.

As she learned more, Yang Xue realized that she had almost missed out on a good friend.

She often wondered why the original owner of this body had associated with such despicable people as Zhou Yuhan and Qian Lang.

Finally, she concluded that this was related to the original owner's indecisive and gentle nature.

In terms of interpersonal communication and providing emotional value, the latter two are indeed better than Zhu Yan.

However, in terms of personality, even if these two were sent back to the womb and rebuilt, and had to listen to the Three Character Classic every day to be enlightened, they might not be able to reach even one-tenth of Yan Yan's character.

At 2 a.m., Zhu Yan finally ended her live stream.

After washing up, the two lay down on the rather uncomfortable makeshift bed.

At first, Zhu Yan just asked out of curiosity.

As a result, after listening to Yang Xue's more detailed description, Zhu Yan was so alert that she couldn't sleep.

She suddenly sat up, her expression full of excitement as she began to chatter:

"Xuexue, how come I never realized you had such a strong personal charm before!"

"Even CEO Fu can be subdued..."

"When you first came to me, I even thought you made the stupidest choice ever! You missed out on a life of plenty!"

As she spoke, Zhu Yan clasped her hands together and raised them above her head.

"Now, I want to express my sincerest apologies to you for my previous shallow and ignorant thoughts!"

"I'm bad, I admit it! I'm guilty, I'm ashamed!"

Yang Xue lightly patted Zhu Yan's fair thigh and scoffed, saying:

"Tch, don't give me that crap."

"At the time, my main focus was on sealing things with cement and minimalism!"

"My smart little darling is loved by everyone."

"Now she's not only incredibly emotionally valuable, she can even help her mom make money!"

"Even without today's dramatic turnaround, I still don't regret my choice."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yan's eyes dimmed slightly.

She glanced at the horrific scar on her left wrist and said with a wry smile:

"Yes, Zhizhi is such a smart and sensible child."

"I absolutely love it..."

Yang Xue knew that Zhu Yan was thinking of her poor child again.

She sat up, took the other person's soft hand, looked at Zhu Yan's somewhat haggard face, and said seriously:

"My child is your child. Tomorrow, make her kowtow and acknowledge you as her godmother!"

"Yan Yan, I've made it now, and I'll be even more awesome in the future. I'll protect you from now on!"

"From now on, I'll beat up anyone who dares to bully my sister!"

As she spoke, Yang Xue remembered the scoundrel who had driven her sister to suicide.

These successes boosted her confidence, especially after she turned from enemies to friends with Fu Qingyang, she became incredibly fierce.

Zhu Yan had very mixed feelings after hearing this. Compared to those bad and rotten men, in the end, it was still her best friend.

She hugged Yang Xue tightly, sniffling, her voice trembling with tears.

"Xuexue, you're still the best!"

"You are truly my treasure girl, we sisters are bound together for the rest of our lives!"

Yang Xue gently patted Zhu Yan's back, and silently made a vow in her heart:

"That bastard Lin Fan, one day I will find you and cripple you with my own hands!"

The two briefly discussed their business plan and Times Square plans before finally going to sleep around 4 a.m.

But I hadn't slept for long when I was woken up by a commotion upstairs around 6 a.m.