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

Qiao Siyue approached her step by step, shrouding Wen Xiaoman in his shadow: "Are you calling your good friend Miss Su?"

Wen Xiaoman remained silent.

You heard it all, why are you still pretending?

Qiao Siyue shook his phone and said, "Tell her that if she wants to see her daughter, she can exchange Xiao Ayan for her."

Wen Xiaoman's eyes suddenly widened: "You...you know everything?"

He not only knew about Xiao Ayan's existence, but also knew Xiao Ayan's name.

Qiao Siyue couldn't help but chuckle: "Of course, do you think I'm stupid? They're looking for their biological daughter all over the world, so the one they're raising at home must be our child, right?"

Wen Xiaoman felt a chill in her heart.

Of course, she did not doubt his abilities and means. She had long guessed that he was aware of Xiao Ayan's existence.

Qiao Siyue continued, "Wen Xiaoman, don't you want to return the child to Miss Su? That's perfect. Let them exchange little A'yan for Yanyan."

Wen Xiaoman objected without even thinking, "No!"

Jos raised his eyebrows and asked calmly, "Why not? It's our child."

Wen Xiaoman gritted her teeth: "You don't deserve it!"

He is not worthy of being Xiao Ayan's father!

The smile on Qiao Siyue's face faded, his eyes becoming deep and dangerous. He took a step forward and said in a low voice, "Whether they are worthy or not is not up to you to decide. I am his biological father, and this is an unchangeable fact. That child has my blood in his veins, and he will return to me sooner or later."

Wen Xiaoman was shocked by the naked possessiveness and determination in his words and took a step back. Her heart ached and cold. She was enough, and she didn't want to drag Xiao Ayan into the swamp again.

She also didn't want little Ayan to fall into the hands of this man!

But does she have any other choice?

While she was thinking, Qiao Siyue suddenly lowered his head and kissed her lips without saying a word.

"No!" Wen Xiaoman subconsciously turned her head away.

But this reaction stimulated Qiao Siyue.

He ignored her wishes and insisted on kissing her. The more she refused, the stronger his desire to completely conquer and possess her became.

But Wen Xiaoman's mind was filled with the sorrow of sacrificing Xiao Ayan. The fear and suffocation of being held by him on her shoulders made her lose her mind. She screamed as she tried to avoid him, "Get out! Don't touch me! You make me sick!"

Qiao Siyue's face instantly darkened. "What did you say?"

He suddenly exerted force with both hands, pinching her chin tightly and forcing her to raise her head to face him. The force was so strong that Wen Xiaoman felt that her bones were about to be crushed. "You, say it again!"

He was angry, and a terrifying storm gathered in his eyes.

Wen Xiaoman trembled suddenly, and felt a sharp pain in his chin, but what hurt more was his heart.

When she thought about little Ayan being used as a bargaining chip, her heart felt like it was being torn apart, and the pain was so severe that tears rolled down her face uncontrollably.

Qiao Siyue looked at her tear-stained face with cold eyes, devoid of any pity, only anger and a reminder of being offended: "Wen Xiaoman, have you forgotten what you promised? I have brought that little girl back as you wished. Now, isn't it time for you to fulfill your promise?"

Wen Xiaoman suddenly came back to his senses.

Yes, she had already promised Qiao Siyue that she would go to bed with him.

She choked and nodded numbly: "...Okay."

Seeing her surrender, the hostility on Qiao Siyue's face eased a little, and the hand that was pinching her chin loosened a little, and he was satisfied.

But seeing her tears rolling down her face and her expression of having suffered great humiliation, the displeasure that he had just suppressed in his heart rose again.

He ordered coldly, "Wipe your own tears. Who are you trying to show off to? Do you want others to think I'm forcing you?"

He touched her smooth chin and warned: "I tell you, when you go to bed with me later, I want to see you happy and enjoying yourself. You have to take the initiative to please me, understand?"

Wen Xiaoman felt hopeless and nodded numbly again.

Joshua was completely satisfied.

He grabbed her slender waist, picked her up sideways, and walked towards the bedroom.

Just then, "da da da da da..." Little Candy suddenly rushed over.

Without hesitation, she stretched out her short arms and blocked Qiao Siyue's way. The little guy raised his little face and shouted angrily, "Don't bully me, Auntie!"

When Little Candy rushed over, Wen Xiaoman had not had time to wipe the tears off her face, so in Little Candy's opinion, her aunt had suffered a great injustice, and it must be this uncle who made her cry!

Wen Xiaoman immediately struggled and jumped off Qiao Siyue's body.

The little candy man was smart enough to protect her with his small body immediately.

Qiao Siyue's good fortune was interrupted by this little guy, and his mood instantly darkened.

He cast a cold gaze at Little Candy and said in an unhappy tone, "Who let this little thing out? Take it away!"

The servant was frightened and ran forward to pick up Little Candy.

Unexpectedly, Little Candy hugged Wen Xiaoman tightly and refused to let go: "I won't leave!"

She raised her little face again and shouted at Qiao Siyue, "I don't like it, uncle, uncle, bad... bad uncle, bullying, auntie!"

A series of words came out of her little mouth one after another, shocking everyone.

Little Candy saw her uncle bullying her aunt and she no longer liked him.

Qiao Siyue was so angry that he laughed: "Oh? You don't like uncle again? Just now in the car, who said that they liked uncle too?"

Little Candy snorted loudly, turned her head to the side, and said with her actions, "No, I like it!"

Qiao Siyue chuckled lightly, but his eyes were cold, as if he was talking to himself, but also as if he was hinting at something: "As expected, women's mouths are good at lying. No matter how big or small, the love they say changes so quickly."

Little Candy didn't understand, but she knew that her uncle was not a good person because he bullied her aunt and made her cry.

"Hmph, I don't like it, uncle."

Qiao Siyue looked down at the little kid who was not even as tall as his thigh but was so courageous, and said coldly, "I don't need your affection either. Go away."

Instead of walking away, Little Candy took a step forward. Although her legs were shaking with fear, she still tried to straighten her chest, pointed her little hand in the direction of the door, and imitated Qiao Siyue's tone just now: "You, go!"

The meaning is very clear, it is you who should leave. I will protect Aunt Xiaoman and not let you touch her!

The more Qiao Si looked at the little guy who was sticking his neck out and trying to protect Wen Xiaoman, he felt like he was talking to a cow. A nameless anger was rising up in his heart, but he had nowhere to vent it. He was rejected and his face became even gloomier and uglier.