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

Suddenly, a muffled sound was heard above my head. It was not clear where it came from, but it echoed throughout the empty villa.

Su Xingyu's whole body froze, and a terrible guess emerged in his mind. Could she be in Qin Mocheng's room?

At the same time, in the master bedroom of the same villa.

Qin Wanshuang lay on the big bed, as if all the strength in her body had been drained. Only her right hand was tightly pinching her left arm. Blood dripped from her fingertips onto the expensive silk sheets, blooming into dark red flowers.

The pain was the only way she could stay awake.

"Why are you so stubborn?" The man by the window turned around, his slender figure outlined in the moonlight. "The effect of the drug will last forever, and you'll beg me to give you the antidote later."

Qin Mocheng, a business tycoon who has connections in both the black and white worlds, is also the man she has called "godfather" for twelve years.

Qin Wanshuang wanted to sneer, but found that she didn't even have the strength to move the corners of her mouth. She could only squeeze out a few words from between her teeth: "Qin Mocheng... let me go..."

"You don't even call me godfather now?" The man approached the bed and gently stroked her cheek with his fingers, but she turned her head away with difficulty.

The word "godfather" was circling in Qin Wanshuang's mouth, and she felt extremely disgusted at this moment.

Just the day before, the man she had called godfather for so many years suddenly hugged her in the study and said he wanted her to be his woman.

She thought she was dreaming.

Qin Mocheng was deeply in love with her mother and did not even remarry after her mother passed away.

She always thought that Qin Mocheng's kindness to her was out of love for his wife and a remembrance of his deceased wife.

Because she had been used to seeing how good Qin Mocheng was to her mother since she was a child, she never thought about it in this way, not to mention...

In the past twelve years, he has been a more competent elder than her biological father, her guide in the business world, and the first person she turns to for help when she encounters difficulties.

It wasn't until those hands slid from her shoulders to her waist that she realized how wrong she was.

It turned out that he had hidden his unknown thoughts a long time ago.

Qin Wanshuang naturally would not agree. Not only did she go on a hunger strike in protest, she also wanted to escape from the Qin family, which also angered Qin Mocheng.

The man who had always been a gentleman used something he shouldn't have used on her for the first time, trying to get her body by such despicable means.

After realizing something was wrong, she called Su Xingyu.

She wasn't sure whether Su Xingyu would come over, but given the situation, she could only ask him for help.

"Your mother entrusted you to me before she died, and I promised to take care of you for the rest of your life." Qin Mocheng's voice was particularly clear in the darkness.

"It's not...this kind of care..." Qin Wanshuang retorted with difficulty. The wound on her left arm was already numb, so she had to move to another place, this time to her thigh, and her nails dug into the flesh.

Qin Mocheng said slowly: "You will understand sooner or later that this medicine only helps you accept reality faster. When the drug takes full effect, you will take the initiative to beg me..."

Qin Wanshuang's vision began to blur.

After she refused, Qin Mocheng gave her the medicine.

It felt like the soul was trapped in the cage of the body. Although I was conscious, I couldn't control my words and actions. The most terrifying thing was that it magnified all my senses, and even the friction of fabric on my skin felt like burning pain.

If she hadn't secretly hidden a piece of broken glass and used the pain of self-harm to counteract the effects of the drug, she would have already...

"Why..." she asked with all her might, "Why now..."

Qin Mocheng smiled, and that smile looked particularly creepy in the moonlight: "Because I can't wait any longer. The way Su Xingyu looks at you makes me very uncomfortable."

It should be said that he was already angry when Su Xingyu came to the Qin family.

Su Xingyu? Qin Wanshuang's heart was shocked.

She recalled the phone call she had made while still conscious. Would he really come? Even if he did, how could he be able to defeat Qin Mocheng's power?

"Do you think he will come to save you?" Qin Mocheng seemed to understand her thoughts. "It doesn't matter if he comes. My guards will treat him well."

Qin Wanshuang's face looked ashen.

The two of them faced each other from a distance, and the only gentlemanly thing Qin Mocheng did was to wait for her to surrender first and beg him to free her.

And Qin Wanshuang knew that she would never ask him for help even if she died...

At this moment, all the lights in the villa suddenly went out and the alarm pierced the night sky.

Qin Mocheng frowned and took out the walkie-talkie: "What's going on?"

A hurried report came from the intercom, "Sir! The security system has been hacked and is constantly being invaded by outsiders!"

Qin Mocheng's expression suddenly turned gloomy.

He walked quickly to the door and looked back at Qin Wanshuang on the bed: "Don't hold your hope. Wait until I finish dealing with this little trouble, and then we'll continue."

The moment the door closed, Qin Wanshuang rolled off the bed with all her strength, and the pain of falling to the ground made her wake up briefly.

She had to leave, she had to take advantage of the chaos...

But the drug was too strong.

She was like a stranded fish, able to wriggle weakly on the carpet.

My vision became increasingly blurred, my heartbeat as heavy as thunder filled my ears, and despair surged over me like a tide.

Even if Su Xingyu really came, how could he find this hidden master bedroom?

She thought of the phone call she had secretly made, her intermittent plea for help, not even sure if the other party had heard her clearly. If... if it ended like this...

She would never have to endure such torture again.

Qin Wanshuang bit her tongue hard, the smell of blood spreading in her mouth. She closed her eyes and pushed down hard...

Blood kept oozing out from the corners of his mouth and dripping down.

In the corridor, Su Xingyu was sweating profusely with anxiety.

He searched room by room, not knowing which one was Qin Mocheng's master bedroom.

Suddenly, there was a noise on the stairs on the fourth floor. He quickly hid, but saw Qin Mocheng's figure at the corner of the stairs.

As soon as the people left, he quickly went up to the fourth floor.

He immediately noticed a huge oil painting at the end of the corridor. It was a photo of Qin Wanshuang and her mother. The frame was slightly tilted, as if it had been moved frequently.

Su Xingyu ran over and pushed open the oil painting, revealing a hidden door behind it.

The door was not locked. I pushed it open a crack and saw a cloakroom in another room.

After passing through the cloakroom, the sight of the master bedroom made his blood freeze instantly—

Qin Wanshuang was lying on the carpet with a small pool of blood under her body, and her arms and thighs were covered with shocking pinch marks.

Her face was as pale as paper, her lips were bitten and bleeding, only her eyes were still stubbornly open, and the moment she saw him, her pupils suddenly contracted.

But this look made Su Xingyu feel like his heart was being cut by a knife.

He rushed forward and carefully picked her up: "I'm here, it's okay..."

And his fingers... were placed between her teeth, blood seeping out from between his fingers and mixing with hers.

"Let go..." Su Xingyu's voice was hoarse and urgent, "Qin Wanshuang, let go of me, damn it!"