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

Wen Xiaoman's feet seemed to have taken root and he didn't move.

There was a moment when she wanted to ask him, Qiao Siyue, if you don’t love me, why do you bother to remember all these details of our past relationship?

But if you still love me, why would you do things that hurt her and make her heartbroken and desperate?

However, Qiao Siyue's next words were like a bucket of cold water poured over her head, instantly extinguishing all her unrealistic fantasies and courage to question.

He leaned closer to her, his voice low but threatening: "Wen Xiaoman, you promised me yesterday that you would try on the wedding dress today and act willing and looking forward to the wedding. Have you forgotten? Or do you not want to see that little girl anymore?"

Wen Xiaoman was instantly brought back to reality by his words.

Yeah, what is she doing?

How could she almost forget where she was and the real purpose of her trip just because of a wedding dress? How could she still have any illusions about love for him?

She sobbed suddenly and quickly lowered her head to hide all the emotions surging in her eyes. When she raised her face again, only numb obedience remained, and she whispered back: "...I haven't forgotten."

The clerk at the side stepped forward to guide: "Miss, please follow me to the VIP fitting room inside, and we will help you try it on."

Wen Xiaoman nodded and followed the clerk into the fitting room.

The heavy curtains slowly closed behind her, isolating the inside and outside.

Qiao Siyue sat down on the luxurious sofa outside, his posture lazy, but his eyes cast deeply at the closed fitting room curtain. His slender fingers tapped unconsciously on his knees, and a trace of irritation flashed across his face.

At this time, Su Yutang and Bo Jingzhou's car also stopped outside the bridal shop. They saw Qiao Siyue through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows.

At the same time, the curtain of the fitting room was slowly opened.

Wen Xiaoman, wearing a wedding dress, walked out somewhat stiffly, surrounded by the store manager and staff.

In an instant, all the light in the store was focused on her.

The wedding dress that reproduced all her dreams, like the flowing galaxy and the dazzling magpie bridge, fit her body perfectly and outlined her slender figure to the fullest.

The pure white color makes her skin look whiter than snow, and her originally small and delicate face, against the backdrop of the wedding dress, actually exudes a breathtaking, fragile and noble beauty.

The store manager and the staff all surrounded Wen Xiaoman and praised her.

“Oh my god, it’s so beautiful!”

"Miss Wen, this wedding dress is tailor-made for you!"

Wen Xiaoman lowered her head shyly after being praised.

When Qiao Siyue heard the voice, he raised his head, and the moment his gaze fell on Wen Xiaoman, a hint of surprise also flashed in his eyes.

He stood up and walked towards her.

"It fits me well," he commented calmly, his tone lacking any emotion. He then pulled out his phone and handed it to the clerk beside him, "Please take a few photos for us."

He also changed into a well-tailored white tuxedo suit that matched the style of his wedding dress.

He walked to Wen Xiaoman and put his arm around her waist.

Wen Xiaoman's body stiffened and he subconsciously tried to break free.

Qiao Siyue lowered his head and whispered a warning in her ear: "Smile, don't forget the agreement..."

Thinking of Yanyan, all of Wen Xiaoman's resistance was forcibly suppressed. She was forced to raise her head and force a "happy" smile towards the camera.

Qiao Siyue took many intimate photos with her, hugging her from behind, pressing his forehead against hers, or posing as if about to kiss...

Wen Xiaoman didn't want to cooperate, but under Qiao Siyue's coercion, she had no choice but to cooperate obediently and act happy and willing.

She didn't know why Qiao Siyue took these photos.

Su Yutang looked through the window at Qiao Siyueqiang holding Wen Xiaoman in the store and posing for photos in various intimate positions. Her brows furrowed tightly. "Xiaoman said she came to try on wedding dresses today. Why did she take so many photos?"

This scene looks more like a deliberately arranged show.

Bo Jingzhou observed Qiao Siyue's every move with sharp eyes and said in a low voice, "I don't know what he's up to, but your good friend Wen Xiaoman has definitely met the wrong person."

Su Yutang looked at him in surprise: "What do you mean? What did you find out?"

Bo Jingzhou said in a serious tone, "I had someone investigate this Qiao Siyue. He's not a good person. Not only is he ruthless, but his private life is also not good. He's notorious for his evil deeds in North American upper class society. He acts erratically and disregards the rules. Wen Xiaoman must have been blind to fall in love with such a person."

Su Yutang tried to explain: "Maybe when he was pursuing Xiaoman, he deliberately disguised himself. Xiaoman was simple-minded and was deceived by the illusion he created."

Apart from this reason, she really couldn't imagine how the once sunny and kind Xiaoman could fall in love with such a man with a bad record.

"Yeah." Bo Jingzhou agreed, and then added, "Besides, the fiancée of the heir of the Chemoshi family may seem glamorous, but it's actually fraught with danger and is not easy to hold."

Su Yutang frowned even more tightly.

She could see Xiaoman's resistance. Perhaps she cooperated with Qiao Siyue for Yanyan. Otherwise, she would not be willing to be his fiancée.

In the bridal shop, after taking a group of loving photos, Qiao Siyue sat back on the sofa and played with his mobile phone.

I don’t know who he was messaging, but from time to time there was an elusive smile on the corner of his mouth.

At the same time, a tall blonde girl wearing a sexy tight skirt and ten-centimeter high heels walked in with a swaying posture.

She swept her eyes across the store, her gaze fixed precisely on Qiao Siyue. She ignored Wen Xiaoman, who was standing nearby in her wedding dress, and walked straight towards Qiao Siyue.

"Darling, so you are here. It made it easy for me to find you." The woman's voice was sweet and she acted coquettishly towards Qiao Siyue.

Wen Xiaoman recognized this woman. She was one of Qiao Siyue's many lovers, named Angela. Relying on Qiao Siyue's favor, she always acted flamboyantly and had often made things difficult for her before.

Joshua raised his head and saw Angela. He was not surprised at all. Instead, he smiled lazily and naturally put his arm around her waist.

Angela took advantage of the situation and sat directly in Qiao Siyue's arms as if she had no bones, her arms wrapped around his neck affectionately, her red lips almost touching his earlobe.

Breathing sweetly, she said, "Are you trying on wedding dresses with your fiancée? How is it? Is it as pretty as mine?"

As she spoke, she glanced at Wen Xiaoman with a provocative look of contempt, with undisguised disdain.

Wen Xiaoman stood there, still wearing the dazzling wedding dress that had once filled her with fantasy, but at this moment she felt extremely ironic and cold.