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

"Shen Qingyou, Shen Huanxi..."

Su Sinian read it aloud, "A good name."

Shen Huanxi proudly raised her chin, "That's right, it sounds much better than 'Da Ya' and 'Er Ya'!"

Shen Qingyou suddenly asked again, "By the way, where are your twin brothers? Why didn't they sing with you?"

Su Sinian shrugged: "They have their own things to do."

A hint of disappointment flashed in Shen Qingyou's eyes: "Alright."

But Shen Huanxi's focus was clearly not on that.

She rested her chin on her hands, looking at Su Sinian with bright eyes, and asked again, "Niannian, you just said I've become prettier, right?"

Su Sinian was a little confused by the question, but still answered politely, "Yes, you're much prettier than before."

Shen Huanxi leaned forward and lowered her voice, "So, do you think we're a good match?"

Su Sinian frowned slightly.

Why is this happening again?

First, Lu Ranran wanted to arrange a marriage between them, and now Shen Huanxi is implying that the two are a good match.

Did he encounter some kind of romantic trouble this year?

Sigh, he ultimately bears a level of handsomeness that is beyond his years.

Shen Qingyou, who was standing next to her, gently tugged at her sister's sleeve: "Huanxi, stop fooling around."

Shen Huanxi immediately realized what was going on: "Niannian, I was just joking, don't be nervous!"

The atmosphere returned to normal, but Su Sinian could sense that Er Ya was after him.

Fortunately, Su Sinian's phone rang at just the right time; it was a call from the recording studio.

He stood up. "I have to go. I have work to do this afternoon."

"Okay..." Shen Huanxi said with some reluctance, "Then... can we meet again?"

Before Su Sinian could speak, Shen Huanxi had already asked for Su Sinian's contact information, "Let's exchange phone numbers. Next time I go to your concert, I'll sit in the front row and hold up a light stick for you."

Su Sinian hesitated for a moment, then said, "Okay."

After exchanging contact information, Shen Huanxi waved happily: "See you next time."

Su Sinian: "See you next time."

After saying that, he hurriedly left the coffee shop.

In the cafe.

After Su Sinian left, the smile on Shen Huanxi's face immediately vanished.

She whispered, "Sister, am I... being too hasty?"

Shen Qingyou looked at her sister and sighed, "What do you think? They've only just recognized us, and you're already asking if we're a good match. Anyone would be scared away in that situation."

“But I really like him…” Shen Huanxi lay on the table. “I’ve liked him since I was little. I think he’s so cute, so brave, and so amazing.”

“You’re still a little kid who hasn’t grown up yet.” Shen Qingyou tapped her younger sister’s nose and analyzed rationally, “Besides, Nian Nian is now a musician with her own career and pursuits, so we shouldn’t bother her.”

Shen Huanxi pouted, "If I don't take the initiative, Nian Nian will be snatched away by other girls."

Shen Qingyou shook her head and said nothing more.

Because her younger sister has a very stubborn personality; once she sets her mind on something, she'll go all in and won't turn back until she hits a wall.

When she was a child, she learned to dance. Her teacher said that her physical condition was not good enough, so she practiced desperately, even when her feet were blistered.

Now that he likes Su Sinian, he probably won't give up easily.

Shen Qingyou said, "No matter what, our main task right now is the dance competition. We'll talk about other things after the competition is over."

Shen Huanxi nodded: "Yes, once I win the championship and become even better, you'll see how good I am every year!"

After the two sisters finished chatting, they left together.

......

Similar romantic encounters never ceased along Su Sinian's path of growth.

For this reason, Erbao Su Muhan even had a fortune told for him.

In the video call, Su Muhan was wearing a sharp suit, with the study of Blum Castle in the background, but he was holding an antique tortoise shell in his hand, which looked quite out of place.

“Nian Nian, I’ve done a fortune telling for you.”

Su Muhan said with a serious expression, "The divination shows that you are indeed destined to have many romantic encounters and are easily favored by the opposite sex."

Su Sinian was practicing the piano in the music room when she heard this and almost burst out laughing: "Mumu, you've already become the heir, why are you still doing this?"

“Being an heir is a profession, fortune telling is a hobby, they don’t conflict.” Su Muhan said confidently, “Hey, hey, don’t interrupt me, let me finish… This romantic relationship is both a blessing and a curse.”

He stared at the cracks on the tortoise shell, his brow furrowing slightly: "When the Li hexagram meets Kan, one must use water to quench fire. This means that you must use reason to control your impulses. When facing those romantic opportunities, you must handle your emotions openly and honestly, without ambiguity or giving others the wrong signals."

Su Sinian became serious: "And then?"

"Then you need to cultivate good relationships and do good deeds," Su Muhan continued. "If you have too much romantic luck, you are prone to attracting trouble. If you can transform this romantic energy into motivation to do good deeds, such as writing more positive songs and helping those in need, you can resolve the misfortunes that come with it."

He paused, then added, "Simply put, don't date, focus on your career, do more charity work, and once you're over twenty-three, this romantic trouble will naturally pass."

After listening, Su Sinian was silent for a few seconds, then laughed: "Mumu, you're quite the fortune teller."

Because what Su Muhan said coincided with what he himself was thinking.

"Thanks, Mumu. I'll be careful."