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

He didn't say that he had already sent some message privately, so the crazy woman should have "committed suicide" by now.

Shu Shan slowly shook her head, her eyes sad. "But Bron, it's already happened. This incident is a hurdle I'll never be able to overcome. It reminds me all the time that my husband betrayed me."

"What makes me even more sad is that since you completely took control of the family power, it seems that there is only power and calculation in your eyes. You have become colder and more ruthless. You are no longer the same Bronn, no longer the man who only loves me..."

Bron's fingers began to tremble uncontrollably. He lowered his head and, like a child who had done something wrong, admitted his mistake so clearly for the first time: "I'm sorry, Shushan... I know I was wrong..."

Shu Shan looked at him like this, with mixed feelings in her heart, but she just continued: "You have done more than just one wrong thing."

"You hung the painting of my wedding with Bo Ziqi in the castle and let me see it every day. Wasn't it just to remind me that man was dead and to make me give up completely?"

"But the one I can't let go of is you, yourself, trapped in the cage of suspicion and resentment you have woven."

Bronn was completely devastated by her words, his shoulders slumped. "You're right. It's me. I can't let go. I won't resign myself to it. Whenever I think about you liking him, I... I can't stand it... I'm going crazy with jealousy..."

Shu Shan watched him finally take off all his disguises, revealing his vulnerable inner self, and sighed as if accepting his fate.

She whispered, "I don't like Bo Ziqi."

Bron looked up, seemingly unconvinced.

Shu Shan looked at him with extreme disappointment, as if to say: See, Bron, you won’t believe me even if I tell you.

This silent accusation stung and made Bron feel more desperate than any harsh words.

Bron seemed to have grasped the last straw and asked eagerly, almost pleadingly: "Then who do you like?"

This is a problem that has troubled him for his entire life and has tormented both of them for their entire lives.

He wants to hear the answer at the last moment of his life.

Shushan's silence made Bron even more anxious, and a panic of being about to lose everything gripped him.

Like a child who asked for candy but couldn't get it, he begged with a hint of humility, his voice hoarse: "Shu Shan, you won't even lie to me? Do you have me in your heart?"

He stared at her intently, hoping to hear even a word of false comfort.

Shu Shan was about to say something when she suddenly frowned and a fishy and sweet taste rose to her throat.

Dark red blood oozed from the corner of her lips.

Bronn panicked and wanted to wipe it for her, but then timidly retreated: "Shushan, I actually lied to you. I poisoned this pot of wine."

He knew that he didn't have much time left and didn't want to passively wait for death to devour him bit by bit, so he chose to end his life.

However, the only person he was worried about in this world was Shu Shan.

He couldn't imagine what would happen to Shu Shan after his death. Would she be bullied by her family? Would she completely forget him?

His extreme possessiveness and paranoia led him to make crazy decisions.

He asked her to come and drink, and wanted her to accompany him.

Even though he knew Shu Shan would hate him to the core, he no longer cared.

Even if he hated her, he would take her with him.

She was his, his in life and his ghost in death.

He originally thought that Shu Shan would be shocked and angry when she learned the truth, and would scold him for being so cruel.

However, Shushan's reaction was beyond his expectations.

She just gently wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, raised her eyes, and looked at him calmly: "I know."

Bron was startled, his pupils suddenly contracted: "You...you know?"

She knew the wine was poisonous, so why did she drink it?

Shu Shan looked at his panic-stricken expression and actually smiled slightly: "You have imprisoned me for my entire life. Do you think you will let me go if you die?"

"You're reluctant to die because you're afraid that no one will protect me if you die. But if you really die, you'll naturally take me with you, right?"

She saw clearly and distinctly Bronn's dark and paranoid thoughts.

She knew even the twists and turns of his intestines.

Bron's face was grim, and his body was shaking: "I'm sorry... Shushan..."

Her gaze refocused on Bron's face, with a kind of clarity that seemed to have returned to her: "I knew that the wine was poisonous, but I still drank it with you..."

She looked at him with an unprecedented frankness in her eyes: "Who do I like? Don't you understand it now?"

boom!

Bron's brain seemed to be blown apart by something, and everything went blank.

He stared at Shu Shan in disbelief, as if some answer was emerging.

The answer he had longed for all his life but never dared to hope for was now right in front of him. However, due to the huge shock and years of self-deception, he dared not admit it.

Shu Shan looked at him like this, a bitter yet relieved smile on her face, and said intermittently: "We obviously like each other, but we tortured each other for a lifetime..."

"You don't believe me, and because of my emotional knot, I've been awkward all my life..." She smiled, "It's ridiculous when I think about it."

Bron's body was shaking violently.

The answer he had been searching for and tormenting him all his life turned out to be so simple - Shu Shan also liked him.

It’s not Bo Ziqi, it’s never anyone else!

It was his own suspicion, arrogance and paranoia that destroyed the happiness that could have been had and turned it into decades of mutual torture.

His eyes instantly turned red, and he looked at Shu Shan paranoidly, wanting to say something...

However, Shushan had reached her limit.

Her body fell limply downwards.

"Shushan!"

Bron let out a hoarse cry, and with all his strength, he stretched out his trembling hands and held her in his arms before she completely collapsed.

"Shu Shan, I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." He hugged her body tightly, like a helpless child, repeating this belated confession over and over again, "This time... I'm really sorry..."

"Because I'm afraid, afraid of being alone on the road to the underworld, so I drag you along. You must... hate me to death, right?"

He clumsily but in vain wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with his hands, tears continuously falling on her pale face, "I'm sorry... Shu Shan..."

Shu Shan used up her last bit of consciousness, felt his embrace and tears, heard his apology, and actually shook her head slightly, saying weakly:

"No need to...say sorry..."

"I... am also wrong..."

"I like pink because you once gave me a pink bow... You said... pink suits me... and looks good..."

As she finished speaking, she closed her eyes completely in his arms, her arms hanging limply.

Braum was struck by thunder again!

Could it be... that she likes pink because Bo Ziqi once gave her a pink dress?

His thoughts were instantly pulled back to decades ago, that sunny afternoon when he first saw Shu Shan. That angel-like girl in a white dress instantly took away his breath and heartbeat.

He fell in love with her at first sight, and that delicate pink bow was the first gift he gave her...

So...that's why she likes pink so much, and she always wears it just to show him.

"Shu Shan..."

Bron's eyes were filled with tears. He held her body which still had a trace of warmth, feeling distressed and heartbroken. He held her tightly, as if she were a rare treasure. He wanted to talk to her, but when he was about to open his mouth, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The poison had taken effect violently, his body was shaking and his consciousness was beginning to blur.

"Shushan...Shushan..."

He was like a lost child, crying and calling her name over and over again, tears streaming down his face and his eyes blurred.

Until the sound disappears completely.

Finally, he exhausted his last bit of strength, hugged Shushan, tilted his head, and stopped breathing completely.

After his death, his arms were still like iron hoops, tightly and stubbornly holding the person in his arms, as if he would never let go even if he fell into hell.

at this time.

"Master!" accompanied by a shrill cry.

When Rawson rushed in, he saw this scene that looked like a solidified oil painting.

It was too late, too late. He was still one step too late after all.

He looked at the two lifeless bodies hugging each other tightly, at the blood splattered on the ground, and at the embrace that Braum had never loosened until his death...

A huge feeling of grief and powerlessness instantly overwhelmed him, his legs went weak and he almost collapsed to the ground.

The love, hate, anger and obsession that have entangled us for a lifetime finally return to eternal silence at this moment.