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

All I heard was Mr. Mu sighing.

"Alas, your mother has an unresolved problem."

"Grandpa, what are you talking about?"

Mu Fengye looked at the two of them and suddenly stopped talking: "I... Oh, forget it, let's not talk about it."

Under the double-questioning gaze, Mr. Mu avoided looking at them, "Don't ask anymore. Your mother will tell you when she wants to."

"I will go and persuade your mother, but you should also go back and teach San'er a lesson. He has been spoiled and is becoming more and more ignorant."

"Grandpa..."

Hua Tingjin wanted to say something to fight for it, but was stopped by Hua Tingrui. He shook his head secretly.

After the two of them walked out of the Mu family's gate, Hua Tingjin was puzzled, "Brother, why did you stop me?"

"Can you find out so easily what Mom wants to hide?"

"What should we do now? Should we really let Jue give up on Meng Xing?"

Hua Tingrui showed a mysterious and sinister smile, and said calmly: "It's a done deal, we just need to follow the facts."

This sentence woke Hua Tingjin up, and he immediately understood. The deadline has passed, the result can no longer be changed, and the conflict will be resolved one day, and by then Ajue may have already embarked on the road to pursuing his dream.

Hua Tingjin hesitated, "It's just... Brother, is this okay?"

Hua Tingrui straightened the cuffs of his suit and lowered his head to answer him: "What is the best way to have the best of both worlds? It's just choosing the lesser of two evils."

"Uh-huh."

……

No one knew what Grandpa Mu said, but Mu Xiuzhi lifted the ban that night, but Hua Tingjue kept kneeling in the ancestral hall and refused to leave. In desperation, Jiang Wangshu could only stand by him with books and food, which was more like persuading him in disguise than guarding him.

Because the food is so delicious.

There are so many things she could eat, but she chose to eat the famous roast duck in Beijing.

Hua Tingjue, who had been hungry for most of the day, was already rumbling with hunger. Now his gluttony was directly aroused. He turned his back to Jiang Wangshu and swallowed hard.

smell good……

Finally he couldn't stand it anymore and secretly glanced at Jiang Wangshu who was eating and reading.

"How presumptuous of you?"

"Can we eat farther away?"

"Ah?" Jiang Wangshu, who was chewing on a duck leg, looked up. He was never able to hide things, and she saw through his thoughts at a glance, so she gave him a way out, "Do you want to eat?"

Hua Tingjin turned his head away stubbornly and refused: "I don't want to eat!"

Mentally immature children always go on hunger strike to prove their stubbornness and backbone, as if only in this way can they completely "hurt" their parents.

Jiang Wangshu didn't indulge him, "Oh, forget it if you don't want to eat. I didn't take your bowl and chopsticks anyway."

Hua Tingjue was heartbroken: "..."

He complained to her aggrievedly: "Why do you come here to eat then?"

"I think the environment here is great, quiet and peaceful, perfect for reading and studying. The most important thing is that you haven't done any exercises today."

After a heavy blow, Hua Tingjin was about to collapse.

"It's already this late, why are you still trying to urge me to study?"

"What time? What happened to you? Are you disabled or dead? You have hands and feet, can't you still hold a pen?"

"Forget it. I won't talk to you. I can't argue with you."

Jiang Wangshu had no choice but to give him a strong dose of medicine, "Since she thinks you are not good enough, then you might as well prove it to her. Let her see that you can display your talent and do it with ease on the stage."

“If you want to gain recognition from others, begging for it is useless. Only when you break through their doubts can you make them look at you with new eyes.”

After she finished speaking, Hua Tingjue fell into a long silence.

……

For several months, Hua Tingjue hadn't been able to talk to Mu Xiuzhi. The May 4th Art Festival was the day when the school sent off the seniors. Hua Tingjue and his friends signed up for a show under the name of the Freedom band. For this show, he had been working hard on it, and every day except for eating and sleeping, he was rehearsing.

Not only was it for his mother to see, but this would also be their band's last performance together, as they had all received offers from abroad.

Ning Shuyu went to Russia to dance ballet, Wen Yanlin went to London to study fashion design, and Song Yian went to the University of Pennsylvania to study law. They all worked hard for their dreams. Therefore, the team members also cherished the last performance.

Hua Tingjue also specifically asked Lin Shuanglian to put the invitation letter and program on Mu Xiuzhi's desk. He wanted his mother to see his performance in person.

When the invitation letter sandwiched in the contract fell out, everyone in Mu Xiuzhi's office held their breath and lowered their heads, not daring to look at her icy face.

She threw it on the ground without hesitation and said, "Throw it away. Don't let this kind of garbage appear in front of me again."

"Yes." The assistant immediately picked it up and threw it into the shredder.

……

On the day of the performance, Hua Tingjue was extremely nervous, his palms were sweaty, and he kept asking, "Do you think my mom will come?"

He had asked this question dozens of times, and Jiang Wangshu's ears were calloused from hearing it, but because he was about to go on stage, he could not discourage but only encourage, so he comforted him, "It will come."

However, before they could wait for Mu Xiuzhi, an accident happened. Hua Tingjue went to the toilet and when he came back he found that his violin bow was missing.

"Hey, where's my bow?"

"Did you see it?"

Wen Yanlin shook his head: "No, Brother Jue, didn't you always hold it?"

Jiang Wangshu heard the noise and squeezed into the dressing room and asked, "What's missing?"

"I've been looking for my violin bow for a long time but can't find it."

How could this happen at this time? Jiang Wangshu suddenly felt something was wrong, and she quickly asked, "When did he disappear?"

"I just went to the bathroom and when I came back he was gone."

People were coming in and out of the dressing room, making things difficult. Jiang Wangshu lowered her eyes in thought, then turned to Song Yian and asked, "How long will it take for you to go on stage?"

"About fifty minutes."

Jiang Wangshu remained calm, "Do you have any spares?"

Hua Tingjue: “No.”

Ning Shuyu: "There should be a new classroom where I usually practice piano, but I need to find a teacher to open the door."

"How long does it take to go back and forth?"

"Half an hour at the fastest."

After pondering for a few seconds, Jiang Wangshu said to Ning Shuyu and Zheng Tianlang, "Okay, Zheng Tianlang runs fast, you go find the teacher to open the door."

"it is good."

Jiang Wangshu saw Hua Tingjue sweating profusely from anxiety, and knew that he felt guilty and anxious, so he said softly: "Don't worry, everything will be solved."

"Yeah, I'll look for it again."

It is better to be safe than sorry. While Hua Tingjue and the others were still searching in the dressing room, Jiang Wangshu thought for a moment and then walked out quickly.

Song Yian sensed something was wrong and chased after him, "Where are you going?"