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

He had to buy everything when he went abroad, but the money he had was getting less and less, and he couldn't afford to spend it. So he decided to earn money to support himself.

Just as I was about to go to sleep, someone brought me a pillow.

Berklee College of Music.

Hua Tingjue studied pop music, and his temperament and appearance were outstanding. It was obvious that he was a playboy from a prominent family. But what was shocking was that this young master who looked like a rich boy was actually a pauper.

After class, Hua Tingjue shook off all his suitors.

"Jue!"

Someone called out to him.

Hua Tingjue paused and turned around.

"Mr. Kris, what?"

Chris was his long-time professor at Berklee College of Music and the one who had strongly recommended him for admission.

Professor Chris asked him in English: "I heard that you are looking for a job recently? Is that true?"

Hua Tingjue nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, "Yeah, yes."

"A friend of mine needs a singer. You can definitely give it a try, Jue. I really believe in your ability!" Professor Chris not only recommended the job to him, but also praised his abilities.

"really?"

"of course."

In this way, Hua Tingjue performed everywhere to make money. At the beginning, it was not very tiring, but later he became famous little by little, and he had to travel to various states, sometimes he didn't even have time to eat. In the past few days, his face has become thinner.

Sure enough, the saying that money is hard to earn and shit is hard to eat is not without reason. Only by actually making money by himself can he understand the meaning of this sentence and understand the hardships of working people.

"Oh, why am I so miserable?"

In the evening, the doorbell rang and someone came to visit.

Hua Tingjue carefully peeked through the peephole and opened the door, his eyes sparkling as he shouted excitedly, "Yi An?!"

"Ajue." Song Yian was standing at the door with bags of things in his hands, smiling.

Hua Tingjue took the bag from his hand and said as he picked it up: "Why didn't you tell me you were coming? I'll pick you up."

"Pick me up? Do you have a car?"

Song Yian's question stumped Hua Tingjue. His back stiffened, and then he laughed heartily: "Uh, no, hahahaha."

"sit."

Then Hua Tingjue took a bottle of ice water from the refrigerator and placed it in front of Song Yian, "Just drink it, I only have plain water now."

Song Yian didn't dislike him, but was just surprised by his current living conditions. In his opinion, Hua Tingjue was a person with a good taste in life, and even drank a specific brand of spring water. But now...

Ugh.

Hua Tingjue sat down, unscrewed the bottle cap, tilted his head back and took a big sip of water. He looked at Song Yian and asked, "Why did you suddenly want to come and see me today?"

"Come and take a look if you have nothing to do."

"Ok."

After a while, Song Yian opened his backpack, unzipped it, lowered his head and said softly, "Aunt Mu has informed all the noble families, so my bank card cannot have large transfers or withdrawals. I can only withdraw money every day and bring you cash after saving up."

Hua Tingjue lowered his eyes and glanced at the sofa. When he saw a backpack full of money, he couldn't help but exclaimed, "Fuck." He nodded excitedly and patted Song Yian's shoulder like a brother, "Very good, very good, Yian, you are worthy of being my good brother."

This was the most money Hua Tingjue had ever seen in a while. His eyes sparkled like beautiful gems and his joy was beyond words.

Although he complained to Jiang Wangshu, he was unwilling to accept her money. On the one hand, it was for the sake of face, and on the other hand, he felt that Jiang Wangshu had just started a business and needed money for everything.

But Song Yian and the others were different! The four of them had been playing together since they were young, and they never cared whose money they used. They would just use whoever had it.

Seeing his slightly tired look under his excitement, Song Yian asked with concern: "Have you had dinner?"

Hua Tingjue shook his head honestly, "Not yet."

"Let's go, change clothes and go out for dinner."

"Row."

Of course it's good to be treated by someone.

During the meal, Hua Tingjue ate steak and muttered: "Yi An, your money is just in time for me. It's just enough for me to buy a ticket back home."

Song Yian was surprised. They had just started school for less than a month, and he was going back now. But then he immediately realized, "You're going back to celebrate Jiang Wangshu's birthday?"

Hua Tingjue swallowed the meat in his mouth and nodded: "Yes, of course I have to go back and give her a surprise on her eighteenth birthday."

Song Yian put down the knife and fork in his hand, lowered his head and asked him nonchalantly: "You still want to go back after all this?"

Hua Tingjue raised his lips, smiled brightly, and nodded optimistically: "You can still make more money, and you absolutely cannot miss your birthday!"

"Yeah, indeed."

After Song Yian and Hua Tingjue said goodbye, the phone rang. He opened his hand and looked at the phone in his palm. The screen showed the three words "Jiang Wangshu".

He stared blankly, his mind gradually going blank, and for a moment he even forgot to answer the phone. He only came to his senses when the phone rang again.

Line connected.

"Hey."

"Has the money been delivered?"

"Ah."

"Well, thank you."

"It's okay, Jue is also my friend."

Perhaps guessing that she would hang up the phone in the next second, Song Yian asked her anxiously: "Don't you want to ask him how he is?"

Jiang Wangshu paused for a moment and replied, "He will tell me what he has to say."

Song Yian smiled, "Oh, that's right."

If we care about each other, why do we need others?

……

September 9th, the 20th day of the seventh lunar month.

Jiang Wangshu’s birthday.

When she registered her birthdate, the Jiang family deliberately reported her birthday a few months too old, so her real birthday was not the one on her ID card. Also, because the lunar birthdays in the countryside of S Province were irregular and changed every year, unless someone wrote it down, they would not have known that today was Jiang Wangshu's birthday.

Hua Tingjue took a plane back to China.

He didn't tell Jiang Wangshu because he planned to give her a surprise. But before the surprise, he went to the secret base to set up the scene.

As soon as he got off the plane, he rushed to the villa without stopping. He spent the whole morning inflating balloons, putting up paper stickers, buying cakes and fireworks...

Looking at the finished product, Hua Tingjue was extremely satisfied.

"Whoo~"

“As expected of me.”

"Whoever finds me will be happy forever."

Everything is ready, except Jiang Wangshu.

After expressing his feelings, he looked down at the time and saw that it was getting late, so he hurriedly ate something and took a taxi to Peking University to follow Jiang Wangshu.

Downstairs of Building 1 of Jingda Muhua, Hua Tingjue was holding a large bunch of flawless white camellias, his peach blossom eyes were as bright as the stars, his features were regular, and he was handsome beyond compare. He had a straight figure, and his clothes were the most popular style at the moment, making him a handsome man who couldn't be more standard.

No matter how well one studies, everyone has a gossipy heart. For a while, the girls’ dormitory was full of discussions.

After all, it just happened a few days ago and here it happens again.

But they are a little curious about who the protagonist this time is?