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

Two years.

These two words hit Su Xingyu's chest like a heavy hammer.

He and Qin Wanshuang had known each other for three years, but he had never noticed it.

"Could it be... a mistake?" He was still making his last struggle, but his voice had lost its strength.

Su Jinyao shook his head and took out another drug test report: "This is a specific analysis of the drug ingredients. Paroxetine, fluoxetine... These are typical antidepressants, and..."

He paused. "She still has self-harm marks on her body. They've healed, but the scar tissue..."

Su Xingyu stood up before he finished speaking, and the chair made a harsh sound as it scraped against the floor.

He couldn't listen any more; every word cut into his heart like a knife.

His sunny, high-spirited goddess, the one he had secretly loved for three years...how could it be possible?

"I need... I need to calm down." Su Xingyu put down the medical record and didn't know how he came out of the office. He only remembered that he staggered a few times.

The lights in the corridor hurt his eyes. Su Xingyu walked mechanically, but suddenly stopped more than ten meters away from the ward.

Two years, antidepressants, traces of self-harm.

Thinking of her often melancholy eyes and her habit of tying a silk scarf around her wrist, so...

Su Xingyu's heart skipped a beat, and he punched the wall with a bit of self-blame, "Why am I so stupid..."

All the signs were there, he should have noticed something was wrong with the goddess earlier.

Thinking of this, Su Xingyu's heart tightened and he rushed back to the ward in two steps.

The moment he opened the door, his heart almost stopped.

The bed was empty, with the quilt piled messily on one side, and the person who had been lying there just now was gone.

"Night frost?" Su Xingyu's voice trembled.

no respond.

He rushed to the bathroom and pushed the door open - no one was there.

The faucet on the sink was not closed tightly, and a drop of water was hanging on the edge, about to fall.

"Wanshuang!" Su Xingyu turned around and opened the curtains again, checking every corner and searching the entire ward, but he still didn't see Qin Wanshuang.

Su Xingyu suddenly became anxious, "Wan Shuang...Wan Shuang, where are you?"

Su Xingyu rushed out of the ward and almost bumped into a nurse pushing a medicine cart.

"Where is the patient in room 305?" He grabbed the nurse's shoulders with such force that she frowned.

"Ms. Qin? She...she's been discharged." The nurse said in confusion, "Someone just completed the paperwork for her..."

"When did this happen?"

"About five minutes ago. She looked very anxious. Miss Qin didn't even change out of her hospital gown..."

Su Xingyu turned and ran away without waiting for the nurse to finish speaking.

Five minutes. If she had just left, maybe I could catch up.

......

At the same time, a city in Western Europe.

Liz stood in front of the French window, the cigarette at her fingertips had burned to the end, and the long ash was dangling.

Outside the window, the lights of the city blurred into halos in the rainy night, like an oil painting washed by water.

"Is he still looking for me?" she asked without turning her head, her voice cold.

The bodyguard behind him lowered his head and responded: "Yes, Master Ari has come to us. He said... he will not leave until he sees you."

The corner of Liz's mouth twitched, and it was unclear whether it was a smile or sarcasm.

She flicked the ash lightly, and it finally broke off and fell onto the expensive handmade wool carpet, leaving a gray stain.

"Let him look for it." She turned and walked to the wine cabinet, pouring a glass of amber whiskey. "Send a few more people to stop him. Don't let him know I'm here."

The bodyguard hesitated to speak, but finally nodded and left.

The moment the door closed, Liz's eyes became unfathomable.

Her son, is he still her son...

She took a deep breath and pressed the communicator on the table: "Lawrence, get in."

In less than ten seconds, Lawrence pushed the door open and walked in.

He was still as fat as ever, and his obese body made him look clumsy and wretched. His eyes kept wandering left and right, and he didn't dare to look directly at Liz.

"Where are the people?" Liz asked coldly.

Lawrence's Adam's apple rolled up and down: "This...this..."

"Don't hesitate!" Liz's voice suddenly rose. "Didn't you kidnap her? Where is Su Yutang?"

Lawrence wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "I did kidnap her, but then... someone else snatched her away from us..."

Hearing this, Liz's face instantly darkened.

"Someone? You mean, after I spent three months planning and mobilizing all the resources of the Bron family, you let a sedated woman disappear right under your nose?"

This Lawrence is indeed more of a hindrance than a help.

Originally, I wanted to use Lawrence as the scapegoat. Even if Bron knew about it, I could put the blame on Lawrence. But who knew that he turned out to be a waste.

Lawrence's eyes rolled. "They must be Bo Jingzhou's men! They're lying in ambush on the transfer route. We're outnumbered—"

"Idiot!" Liz grabbed his collar. "Bo Jingzhou is still searching the world for someone. If he succeeded, why would he mobilize so many troops?"

Lawrence's face was pale, his lips trembled and he couldn't utter any words to defend himself.

Liz let go of her hand and wiped her fingers in disgust, as if she had touched something dirty.

"Forget it, or I have too high expectations of you. We just need to find the person as soon as possible before Bo Jingzhou."

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the winding water marks on the window glass looked like tears.

Liz stared at one of the water marks in a trance.

Su Yutang is the most critical part of her plan, not only because she is Bo Jingzhou's weak point, but also because of the heir ring in her hand.

She must die!

......

Repulse Bay.

Holding a parenting manual, Dabao meticulously supervised every detail of Bo Jingzhou's care for little Ayan, from the temperature of the milk powder to the technique of burping.

"Daddy, you have to test the temperature of the milk powder first!"

Bo Jingzhou turned his wrist slightly, dripped the milk from the bottle onto his thumb to test the temperature, and then handed it to Ah Yan who was eagerly waiting: "It's ready."

After a while...

"Daddy, it's time to burp now."

Bo Jingzhou picked up little Ayan who had just finished drinking milk, held the baby upright, let him lean on his shoulder, and then patted his back gently.

"Burp——" Little Ayan burped contentedly, then lay comfortably on the shoulder.

"Passed." Dabao ticked the box in the manual.

Erbao held up her phone to record the video: "Record little Ayan's first burp! Show it to her when mommy comes back!"