The boss has no descendants, but he encounters four smaller versions of himself

Qiao Siyue was silent for a moment, then suddenly twitched the corner of his mouth and let out a sigh that was hard to understand: "Sigh, he's dead already. If the sickly guy really dies, then... it won't be fun anymore."

His tone was neither regretful nor anything else; instead, it carried a sense of utter disillusionment at the loss of control over the situation.

His eyes had a strange look in them.

Upon hearing this, the subordinates standing to the side didn't dare to breathe, completely unable to fathom the true thoughts of this unpredictable second young master.

Just then, Qiao Siyue's phone, which he had placed aside, suddenly rang.

Qiao Siyue looked at the caller ID, his eyes flickered slightly, he hesitated for a moment, and then pressed the answer button.

As soon as the call connected, Mr. Qiao's unusually cold voice came from the other end: "Qiao Siyue, come back here, let's talk."

Qiao Siyue raised an eyebrow slightly.

His father would never call him that before. The fact that his father called him by his full name this time showed that his father was angry, and very angry at that.

Joss knew this was not a good sign.

......

As agreed, Qiao Siyue arrived at the Qiao family's old residence on time.

In the antique yet luxurious living room, Mr. and Mrs. Qiao sat in the main seats, their faces unusually serious, clearly having been waiting for a long time.

Joss stepped forward, a fawning smile on his face, and obediently called out, "Dad, Mom."

However, the couple remained unmoved, showing none of their usual enthusiasm, and exuding a cold and austere aura.

Qiao Siyue's smile froze for a moment, then he casually withdrew it and didn't dare to act rashly. He obediently sat down in the chair opposite them, placed his hands properly on his knees, and adopted a submissive and attentive posture.

But Mr. and Mrs. Qiao both knew in their hearts that this child was not as gentle as he appeared.

Because when he was born, the doctor had subtly hinted that the child had a supermale constitution, meaning that his genes carried a stronger tendency toward aggression and antisocial behavior than the average person.

His inherent wickedness is innate and difficult to tame.

Mr. Qiao broke the silence first: "Si Yue, we will not stand by and watch you run wild anymore."

Qiao Siyue blinked, a perfectly timed look of confusion on his face: "Dad, I don't understand what you mean..."

Mr. Qiao ignored his feigned ignorance, his gaze sharp as he continued in a deep voice, "Listen, this is my final warning to you. If you dare to touch Si Nian or Wen Xiaoman again..."

He paused, then his tone became more forceful, "I will immediately take back all the power, businesses, and connections you hold, leaving you with absolutely nothing."

Seeing the slight change in Qiao Siyue's expression, he added an even harsher second half: "But if you behave yourself from now on and behave well, we will not kill you."

"Kill them all?"

These four words were so heavy and cold that even Qiao Siyue was stunned for a moment, looking at his father in disbelief.

How could my father say such a thing for that sickly brother and his woman?

Mr. Qiao didn't give him time to process or refute. He changed the subject and offered a consoling condition: "After your brother dies, you will naturally have a share of the Chemosi family's assets."

Mr. Qiao made this promise in the hope that Qiao Siyue would stop arguing and making trouble.

However, Qiao Siyue's brow twitched almost imperceptibly.

What do you mean? He got a share?

Why not give him everything?

Do they have a new successor in mind?

Almost instantly, he realized it was Xiao Ayan!

They must have known about the child's existence, so they have already begun looking for a new heir.

Even after his short-lived brother died, he still left behind a son to annoy him and take away everything that should have belonged to him!

Mr. Qiao's gaze was so ruthless that it had penetrated his skin and discerned his thoughts.

He spoke coldly, his tone carrying a warning: "I'm warning you, Qiao Siyue, you're not allowed to have any designs on Xiao Ayan, not even the slightest thought... Otherwise, I don't mind losing you as my son!"

As Joss listened to this merciless warning, his face showed no fear. Instead, he slowly grinned, revealing a smile that carried a hint of wickedness and mockery, and said in a light, airy tone:

"Dad, what you said... was really cruel."

He screamed inwardly: Why? They're all your sons.

Why is it that sickly man and his son get everything, while I have to be treated with such suspicion and hostility?

Mr. Qiao ignored his dissatisfaction and only asked about the final result: "Did you understand?"

Qiao Siyue lowered his eyelashes, concealing the surging anger in his eyes. When he raised his head again, his face had returned to its submissive appearance, even with a hint of grievance: "I understand."

Seeing that he was so "obedient" this time, the couple didn't want to say anything more, and waved their hands to indicate that he could leave.

Joss stood up, bowed respectfully, and turned to leave.

The moment he turned around, all the submissiveness and grievance on his face vanished instantly, leaving only a cold and sinister expression.

Mr. and Mrs. Qiao knew Qiao Siyue's character well; he would never truly settle down just because of a warning.

But the two were not worried, because they would keep an eye on Qiao Siyue and would never give him any more chances to harm Si Nian and Xiao Man.

......

On the other hand, for absolute safety and a better medical environment, Jossian has been transferred to a top private hospital controlled by the Chemosey family.

The place is heavily guarded, with reliable personnel personally selected and arranged by Mr. Joe to ensure that not even a suspicious fly can get in.

Under Mr. and Mrs. Qiao's arrangement, Wen Xiaoman also moved in to take care of Qiao Sinian nearby.

Su Yutang, Qin Wanshuang, and the four little ones also stayed behind.

Wen Xiaoman has been staying by Qiao Sinian's bedside for two days without sleep.

The man on the bed remained silent, with only the fluctuating numbers and waveforms on the nearby instruments indicating his faint signs of life.

Wen Xiaoman herself, however, was losing weight at a visible rate, her eyes were sunken and her face was pale. She had barely eaten or drunk anything for the past two days and was only holding on by sheer willpower.

Everyone was worried about Qiao Sinian, but there was nothing they could do.

Seeing Wen Xiaoman growing increasingly haggard, Su Yutang tenderly carried a bowl of congee to her side and advised, "Xiaoman, I know you're sad, but you can't let yourself ruin like this. Bai Du Shou is working hard to develop an antidote. He said he would do everything he could. We still have hope. Don't give up first."

Wen Xiaoman raised her empty eyes, looked at Su Yutang, then at Qiao Sinian who was sleeping on the bed, and said in a hoarse and weak voice, "Um... I know, I just... feel sad."

Those pent-up grievances and misunderstandings suddenly lost their outlet after learning the truth.

She was completely helpless when faced with a man whose life was hanging by a thread, yet who was deeply in love with her.

All her emotions ultimately turned into heartache and a heavy sense of powerlessness, making it hard for her to breathe.