Back to youth, the child's mother became a female president

Everyone in the team was filled with endless joy and blessings, because they had seen Jiang Wangshu's efforts, persistence and growth over such a long time, and witnessed her step-by-step journey to success.

She never put down her books, and you never knew how many small books she would take out of her pocket to read. She traveled to various places to participate in competitions all year round, without being arrogant or impatient, and even found time to work part-time and take care of their homework.

By the way, give some tough psychological counseling.

She seemed to be always brave and fearless, not taking any obstacles seriously, indifferent on the surface but tough on the inside. And they had already regarded her as a friend, it had nothing to do with Hua Tingjue, it was just because of her.

Now, seeing their friends finally realize their dreams and stand at the pinnacle of victory, how can they not be happy?

Jiang Wangshu was almost suffocated by the hug. He beat his father and shouted, "Let go. I'm going to die."

"Ouch." Hua Tingjue wailed after being beaten, then let go belatedly, smiling sheepishly: "Oh, I'm just too happy."

"This is such a great thing, we must celebrate it!!"

"or……"

He was halfway through his words, and when they saw his bright smile, an idea came to everyone's mind at the same time.

"Let's skip class!"

It was exactly as expected, and several people burst into laughter.

Wen Yanlin of course agreed with both hands and feet: "Okay, okay, anyway, physical education class won't get in the way, it's a good time to go out and have some fun."

Hua Tingjue turned around and asked Jiang Wangshu for his opinion: "How is it?"

"Row."

……

Having learned from the last lesson, they later went to quieter and less crowded places.

As soon as they entered the door, many people greeted them.

"Why did you suddenly come here today?"

"Come on stage! I haven't heard your songs for a long time!"

"Yeah, yeah, after listening to the singing I feel that all the others are just tacky and vulgar!"

"Are you really not considering debuting?"

Hua Tingjue suddenly asked back: "Can we debut?"

"Of course. If you guys don't debut, it will be a huge loss to the music industry."

Someone asked, "So, do you write the lyrics and compose the music yourself?"

"Yes, they are all my original creations." Hua Tingjue answered him proudly.

The man's jaw dropped immediately: "Fuck, that's too cool, you guys hurry up and debut, then I'll be a big fan!"

Only in these places will Hua Tingjue and his friends receive the most sincere appreciation, regardless of their status, family background, or appearance, all that matters is the music.

Who doesn't like to be praised? Anyway, they liked it very much. Hua Tingjue's eyes were curved, and they walked onto the stage to perform handsomely.

The place suddenly became joyful.

After playing happily for most of the day, Jiang Wangshu and his friends went to have dinner in the evening. During the meal, they suddenly talked about the future.

Wen Yanlin sighed: "Alas, I don't want to go abroad anymore. Why not just stay in China?"

After he finished speaking, everyone fell silent.

Except for Jiang Wangshu, everyone else here will go abroad to study. Ning Shuyu will go to the world stage to fulfill her dream of being a principal dancer. Hua Tingjue and Wen Yanlin's scores are not up to the level of the college entrance examination where thousands of people compete to pass the single-plank bridge.

Song Yian was wavering.

The heavy conversation brought silence to the team that had been noisy just a moment ago, and the whole night was shrouded in a gloomy and depressing atmosphere.

……

As night fell and the lights came on, Jiang Wangshu explained the questions to Hua Tingjue as usual, but today Hua Tingjue seemed a little absent-minded.

Jiang Wangshu patiently explained each step, while Hua Tingjue's eyes drifted out the window from time to time, as if he was thinking about something else. Finally, after Jiang Wangshu finished explaining a difficult problem, he suddenly put down the pen in his hand, raised his head, stared at Jiang Wangshu with a firm gaze and said:

"How about I stay in Beijing with you?"

Jiang Wangshu tightened her grip on the water cup, lowered her eyes and took a sip of water, then looked up at him after a while, "That means you need to take the college entrance examination. You need to seize every minute and use it all for studying."

Hua Tingjue felt creepy just hearing her say that.

"Ah? Then, then it's still..."

forget it.

And even if he stayed in Beijing, he wouldn't be able to get into Beijing University.

Since he couldn't stay in Beijing, Hua Tingjue had to learn music.

……

After Jiang Wangshu submitted his application for admission, Mu Xiuzhi also asked Lin Shuanglian to send Hua Tingjue the application materials for an American university, just like in his previous life, to the New York University School of Business.

Not to discuss with him, but to inform him.

"Third Young Master, Madam asked me to bring this over. She said you can take a closer look and choose the accommodation according to your preferences. The candidates for life assistants are also listed above."

Hua Tingjue's study abroad is different from Hua Tingrui and Hua Tingjin. He doesn't have to study seriously. He just goes to a different place to have fun.

Hua Tingjue stared blankly at the information in his hand, his handsome features mixed with a trace of worry and hesitation. Lin Shuanglian asked in confusion: "Is there any problem?"

"No." Hua Tingjue shook his head to deny.

Just as Lin Shuanglian was about to leave, Hua Tingjue suddenly called out to her, "Sister Shuanglian..."

"what happened?"

"When will my mother come back next time?"

"Oh, this." When Lin Shuanglian heard him ask this, she thought he missed Mu Xiuzhi, so she told him an approximate time: "Madam will not be back for nearly a month."

A month?

Hua Tingjue lowered his head and pondered.

A month was enough for him to conceal the truth.

He raised his head and smiled again, "Okay, thank you Sister Shuanglian."

Lin Shuanglian didn't feel anything unusual, "It's okay."

Hua Tingjue doesn't want to go to New York University, he wants to go to Berklee College of Music!

He secretly downloaded the application form from the official website, filled out the information, uploaded his own videotape, and even attached all the conditions such as the asset certificate prepared by Mu Xiuzhi.

After finishing all this with a guilty conscience, he stared at the computer in a daze, the faint blue light reflected on his face, and although it was winter, he actually had a bean-sized sweat on his forehead.

Hua Tingjue's palms were full of sweat. He supported himself on the table and stood up, encouraging himself: "It's okay, Hua Tingjue, you are doing the right thing."

"You have to believe in yourself!"

"Studying business is a waste of time. Studying music is the destination."

The more he spoke, the more excited he became. He gradually gained confidence and courage. "Yes, that's it, that's it!" He muttered with his head down, not noticing that there was someone in front of him.

Seeing that Hua Tingjue was about to bump into him, Jiang Wangshu immediately dodged to the side, but he heard him talking nonstop as if he was possessed by a ghost.

"You exorcise the devil."

"Ahhhh!"

Her sudden voice frightened Hua Tingjue, who was already feeling guilty. He subconsciously widened his eyes and looked at Jiang Wangshu in horror.

The sharp scream made Jiang Wangshu cover his ears.

She asked, confused and calm, "Are you crazy?"

Hua Tingjue came back to his senses and patted his chest with lingering fear, panting and complaining: "You scared me to death, why are you walking without making any sound?"

Jiang Wangshu, who was blamed, couldn't help but frown, "I've always been like this, it's you who was distracted."

"Alright alright."

"What did you do just now?"

Hua Tingjue had a mysterious expression on his face. He lowered his voice, covered his mouth with his hand, and whispered in her ear: "I did something... a world-shaking and soul-stirring thing!"

Hearing this, Jiang Wangshu understood immediately and translated his words in his mind: He must be doing something bad again.

She then raised her eyebrows perfunctorily, "I understand."

Hua Tingjue thought he had gotten away with it without anyone noticing, but he didn't know that danger was approaching quietly.

……

A month later, Mu Xiuzhi returned home.

She stepped on black high heels, making a clattering sound as they collided with the bluestone slabs. She looked intimidating without even getting angry. At this moment, a thick layer of frost seemed to condense at the bottom of her eyes, making people shudder. She ordered in a cold voice, "Shuanglian, go and call down that rebellious son Hua Tingjue."

"Yes."

Jiang Wangshu, who was returning to the living room from the library, happened to see this scene. She glanced at it and met Mu Xiuzhi's eyes, which were as cold and hard as an eagle's.

She called politely, "Auntie."

Mu Xiuzhi ignored her and walked straight to the chair that symbolized authority and status, and slowly sat down. Her movements were elegant and dignified, but her eyes were cold as ice, as deep and unfathomable as a thousand-year-old cold pond.

Jiang Wangshu was shocked.

I suddenly realized that something must have happened, and it was most likely related to Hua Tingjue.

Thinking of what he said last time about doing big things, Jiang Wangshu sighed inwardly.

She heard footsteps around the corner of the stairs. She looked up, frowned worriedly, and unexpectedly met Hua Tingjue's eyes.

Hua Tingjue's face didn't look very good either.

All the servants in the living room retreated, and the huge hall suddenly became silent.

Seeing him coming down, Mu Xiuzhi threw the file bag at his feet, and white papers flew all over the sky. "Look at what you have done!"

Then she asked, "Did you change the study abroad application?"

"Yeah." Hua Tingjue nodded.

"why?"

"Mom, I want to study music. I don't want to study business."

"Okay, you're turning a deaf ear to my words, right?"

Mu Xiuzhi slammed the table, and the loud noise frightened everyone. She shouted angrily: "It is not your turn to make the decision in the Hua family now!"

"Get out of here and go to the ancestral hall."

Hua Tingjue, who was scolded harshly, lost all color in his face. He slowly moved his foot, but that foot seemed to be filled with a thousand-pound weight and was extremely heavy.

There are many tablets placed in the ancestral hall, including his father's.

"Kneel down!" Mu Xiuzhi pressed his shoulders hard, and he knelt down in front of the tablet of his father Hua Liansheng.

Jiang Wangshu, who followed, tried to persuade her: "Auntie..."

"Get out." Mu Xiuzhi had a strong aura and only said two words.

Hua Tingjue didn't want Jiang Wangshu to be scolded, so he propped himself up and pulled her out without hesitation, forcing a smile to comfort her: "I'm fine."

Without waiting for Jiang Wangshu to say anything, he closed the door and faced his mother's stormy rage alone.

Jiang Wangshu stood in the cold wind, separated by a door. She slowly closed her eyes, feeling helpless.

Hua Tingjue knelt down again.

"Have I ever told you not to touch these things, not to enter the entertainment industry?"

"Have."

"Then why didn't you listen? Huh? Your wings are strong enough and you want to fly?"

"Mom, I'm really not suitable for business. I can't help you, and I can't afford the huge family business of the Hua family."

Mu Xiuzhi's rebuke was overwhelming, "There is no such thing as suitability in this world, only willingness or unwillingness. I can spend money to support you and indulge you in evading responsibility, but I firmly disagree with you entering the entertainment industry!"

She twitched her lips and sneered, "Do you know what that place is? How incompetent do you think you are? Can you bear it? Do you want to see the dirty water of public opinion thrown on the Hua family, and see the Hua family appear in entertainment newspapers for people to laugh at?"

Hua Tingjue clenched his teeth tightly and clenched his fists. His eyelashes trembled, and he could not refute the rapid-fire questions.

Mu Xiuzhi is in a high position and is used to being tough. She always uses thunderous means in her dealings with people and things, and her words are often in an unquestionable tone.

"You really are nothing like your father."

The people closest to you know which words are the most hurtful.

"mom……"

His eyes were broken as he knelt quietly, as if he was lost in memories. After a long while, he spoke hoarsely to himself, "When I was a child, many people would praise my eldest and second brothers for being like you and dad, but when it came to me, they only said 'very lively and cute'. I know they were saying in disguise that I'm not like you."

"You always told me it wasn't my fault, that everyone is supposed to be different, so... I was happy until I was eight."

Speaking of the age of eight, Hua Tingjue's eyes secretly turned red. Mu Xiuzhi also turned her head away and looked at the tablet in front of her with deep affection and nostalgia, without saying a word.

He choked for a few seconds, his Adam's apple rolling, and continued, "Later... Later, something happened to Dad, and you left the army and resolutely took over the Hua family. My eldest brother and second brother followed you around to learn how to manage the family business. The house suddenly became empty, with only me left."

"You were very busy. I didn't even see you for a year. You were so tired when you came home that you couldn't even open your eyes. I knew nothing about management and couldn't do anything. I wanted to make you less worried, so I studied very hard during that time, but the effect was not good. Instead, it made you worry more."

"From then on, I lived a carefree and carefree life, just spending money. I knew you would feel less guilty if you spent money."

"It wasn't until I brought Jiang Wangshu home that I realized she was different and changed me a lot. My grades gradually improved, but they were still far behind those natural academic masters."

His voice was desolate and cold, and was particularly loud in the silent ancestral hall. He twisted his almost stiff neck and slowly raised his head to look at Mu Xiuzhi.

The look was sincere and earnest.

Speak calmly:

"I've been a loser for 18 years. I don't want to be like this anymore. I also want to get everyone's sincere praise, just like they praise my elder brother and second brother endlessly."

"But I can't do it."

"I don't have a smart brain, my grades are terrible, and I'm slow at solving problems. Even after two years of hard work to improve my grades, I still can't reach the starting point of others."

"I can't win with my IQ."

"Mom!" he suddenly shouted aggrievedly.

Talking about music, his eyes lit up again, and his tone became a little more anxious: "But my music studies are different. They will say that my lyrics and music are very spiritual and that I have talent. They don't know me, so they don't praise me just because I am the third young master of the Hua family!"

"Even a professor at Berkeley invited me to join his team." Hua Tingjue was eager to prove it to Mu Xiuzhi using others.

"Mom... I'm not useless anymore."

Mu Xiuzhi had never heard him talk so much in all these years, and she couldn't count how many days and nights she had forgotten to sit down and have a good chat with him.

She had her back to Hua Tingjue, her face was stern and tears were welling up in her eyes.