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

He had a bright idea: he planned to go last, observe the choices of those before him, and maybe even snag a lucky break.

But he misjudged the situation.

The eldest brother, Su Zibo, stood ramrod straight and spoke with a calm expression: "Start from the small ones."

Upon hearing this, Su Xingyu immediately jumped up and said, "No, no, we must respect the elders! We should start with the older ones, please go first, elder brother!"

He didn't want to be the one to stick his neck out.

As soon as he finished speaking, a barrage of oppressive auras shot over him.

Su Zibai's bloodline suppressed Su Junyan's authority, Su Jinyao's gentleness carried pressure, and even Bo Jingzhou's expressionless face was accompanied by cold eyes.

Okay, I can't afford to mess with any of them.

Su Xingyu was instantly intimidated by this powerful aura.

He shrank back and raised his hands in surrender: "Okay, okay, let's start with the smallest, let's start with the smallest..."

He muttered as he moved toward the curtain, mentally ranting and raving.

It's all my mom's fault for not giving birth to him sooner. In his next life, he'll definitely be the most powerful, a freed serf singing his praises, and see if you dare bully him again!

Although I was unwilling to accept it, I couldn't lose face.

Su Xingyu took a deep breath, puffed out his chest, and strode confidently to the front of the first curtain, secretly rubbing his hands together.

"Hmph, I'll do it. My Wan Shuang's hands are definitely the most beautiful among these five. I'll just find the most beautiful hands, no problem."

He confidently moved closer and began to carefully examine the five outstretched hands side by side.

View from left to right, and from right to left.

Oh my... this finger is so slender, with well-proportioned joints, it's beautiful!

Wow... that wrist is so slender, the skin is so smooth and delicate, it's beautiful!

Hmm... this nail art is so exquisite, it's like a work of art!

Tsk... Even the slight curve of that little finger is so elegant!

Oh my god, how come every hand is so beautiful?

Su Xingyu's confident smile gradually froze, his brows furrowed more and more tightly, finally twisting into a firm pretzel.

He paced back and forth across the curtain, scratching his head and cheek.

So the guests watched as the fourth young master of the Su family waved his arms back and forth in front of five almost identical pretty little hands, looking left and right, his brows furrowed, and muttering to himself.

A minute passed...

Two minutes have passed...

There's still no result.

"Fourth Young Master Su, are you even capable?"

"Exactly! If you can't do it, just admit defeat and go hug the durian!"

Everyone was getting impatient.

Even the planner couldn't help but glance at his watch, looking somewhat anxious.

We can't let Young Master Su dawdle indefinitely, or we'll miss the auspicious time for the wedding.

Fortunately, Su Zibo, the eldest brother, came to the rescue.

He took a steady step forward, his voice not loud, but clearly drowning out the noise of the scene: "Let me go first, I've already recognized my little porcelain's hand."

Su Xingyu was struggling with a headache when he heard this, and immediately grasped at it like a lifeline. But he was also a little unconvinced and turned to look at his older brother: "Big brother, you were so fast? How is that possible? You recognized him after just one glance? You must have been guessing?"

Su Zibo's lips curled upwards, ignoring his fourth brother's questioning.

He walked straight to the five curtains, his gaze sweeping steadily over the five hands. Almost without hesitation, he stopped in front of the third curtain from the left.

He reached out and took the hand that was sticking out of the small round hole.

He lowered his head, his gaze falling on the hand he held in his palm, his eyes filled with tenderness and heartache.

Amidst the curious gazes of the crowd, Su Zibo slowly spoke: "Because she holds a gun for many years, she has thin calluses on her fingertips and the area between her thumb and forefinger."

As soon as he finished speaking, the white curtain that Su Zibai was holding by the wrist gently slid aside.

Wearing a pure white wedding dress, Shen Ci, with her aloof and stunning beauty, slowly walked out from behind the curtain.

She was indeed his bride.

Sunlight bathed her, and the diamonds and pearls on her wedding dress shimmered with tiny sparkles. She was as beautiful as an ice goddess descending to earth. However, her usually calm eyes softened with gentle ripples as she looked at Su Junyan.

Looking at her captivating appearance, Su Zibai, the eldest son of the Su family, who was always known for his composure, elegance, restraint, and introversion, felt as if the string of reason in his heart was being gently plucked.

He held her hand tightly without letting go, instead pulling her closer with a slight force.

Then, in full view of everyone, under the gaze of all the guests, he lowered his head and gently, yet with utmost tenderness, kissed his bride.

The people present immediately cheered and erupted in excitement.

"Wow--!!!"

They kissed!

"Young Master Su is so handsome! Sister-in-law Su is so beautiful!"

“So romantic!”

The atmosphere at the scene was immediately pushed to its first climax.

Su Xingyu watched from the side, grimacing. He was happy for his older brother and sister-in-law, but also felt like he was being force-fed dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection). He couldn't help but yell, "Ugh, that's enough! Big brother, get out of here! Take your sister-in-law and leave! This is so sickeningly sweet!"

Upon hearing this, Su Zibo not only did not feel embarrassed, but instead raised his head and smiled.

He possessively wrapped his arm around Shen Ci's slender waist, whispered "Let's go," and amidst the blessings and laughter of the audience, he led his bride to the main ceremony area of ​​the wedding.

The success of the eldest brother and sister-in-law both put pressure on those who followed and set an example for others.

True understanding lies not in how beautiful your hands are, but in the understanding and appreciation of each other's smallest details.

The remaining four grooms were under even more pressure.

To be precise, the one under the most pressure right now is Su Xingyu.

The eldest brother, Su Zibo, struck with deadly precision and left gracefully with the beauty, leaving him with a profound psychological trauma.

He waved his remaining four little hands around again, still clueless, as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

Su Jinyao couldn't stand it anymore and urged, "Fourth brother, are you even capable? If not, step aside and let me do it."

Su Xingyu was already provoked by his eldest brother, and with his third brother's provocation, his competitive spirit exploded. He retorted, "Who said I can't do it? Third brother, don't look down on me. I can do it, I can do it very well!"

Su Jinyao calmly took a step back and made a "please" gesture: "Alright, then I'll give you another chance."

Su Xingyu snorted, then turned his head and secretly moved closer to the four almost identical and beautiful hands, his eyes practically glued to the small hole, muttering softly, "Wan Shuang... Wan Shuang, my darling... my good wife... can you give me a hint... move your fingers? Hmm?"

But the brides behind the curtain remained silent, no matter how much Su Xingyu muttered, the hand did not move an inch.

Su Xingyu's forehead was covered in even more sweat.