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

Her cheeks felt slightly hot, and she avoided the chef's inquiring gaze and whispered, "No...nothing, you cooked it very well."

The chef immediately smiled and said, "As long as you like it, Miss. If you like it, please come and patronize us often in the future."

Wen Xiaoman nodded randomly, turned around and fled the restaurant.

I feel empty inside, and I can’t tell whether it’s disappointment or something else.

What on earth was she expecting? How could that person be Si Nian? It was even more impossible for Qiao Siyue to become Si Nian again for her.

Little did she know that the moment she turned and ran away, the man in the clown mask turned his head slightly, glanced at the chef behind him, and gave him a warning look.

The chef shuddered at the sight of him and muttered to himself: This masked gentleman is really weird. What is the purpose of paying such a large sum of money to invite me to perform this drama?

But... the reward is really generous, and they are very generous!

Wen Xiaoman returned to his residence in a daze. Looking at the slightly cold food on the table, he picked up the chopsticks again, but ate absent-mindedly, and the food tasted like chewing wax.

The taste of these dishes were obviously the sweetest memories of her and Si Nian, but at this moment, all she could think about was that bastard Qiao Siyue.

He flirted with other women in front of her, forced her to become his fiancée, and now he is tracking her down like a fugitive...

When I think of these things, the food in my mouth doesn’t taste as good anymore.

What’s past is past.

She couldn't dwell on those false memories any longer.

Just like the wedding dress that day, Jos had forgotten it earlier, but she was almost shaken again because of a wedding dress, and even recalled the beautiful memories they had.

The more Wen Xiaoman thought about it, the more he felt like a humiliator.

Because someone like Qiao Siyue is really not worth it, not worth her wasting even a bit of her feelings!

She was eating, lost in her own thoughts, and didn't notice that the masked man was staring at her.

Until, his deep voice sounded: "What are you thinking about?"

Wen Xiaoman suddenly raised his eyes and was suddenly aware that his eyes were sore and his cheeks seemed a little wet.

Damn, is she crying?

She hurriedly raised her hand, roughly wiped away the tears on her face, and denied it with forced calmness: "Nothing."

"You're crying, and you still say it's okay." He paused, then suddenly added, "Well, tell me, what are you sad about? I won't tell anyone else anyway."

Wen Xiaoman raised her red eyes and looked at him warily: "Why should I believe you?"

The man thought for a moment and said, "Because I'm ugly, I don't meet people easily, and I don't have any friends, so it's safe for you to tell me."

Wen Xiaoman was stunned for a moment, then amused by his self-deprecating humor. After hesitating for a moment, she suddenly felt less sad.

"It's nothing, actually... I just thought of a scumbag."

"Scum?"

The man wanted to ask more, but Wen Xiaoman had already started eating with big mouthfuls.

Suddenly I remembered something and asked him, "How do you know I like to eat these?"

The man looked at him without blinking, his eyes completely unconcealed.

Wen Xiaoman was embarrassed again. What a fool! He said he knew Qiao Siyue and also knew her. Wouldn’t it be clear if he just looked up her hobbies?

But thinking about it this way, this man is quite thoughtful. After all, she has lived in Modern Manor for so long, and Qiao Siyue has never considered her hobbies.

Since he couldn't leave, Wen Xiaoman went to sleep after dinner.

At the moment, it seems that although this masked man is mysterious, he has no intention of hurting her. At least she is safe now.

He was right. If she went out now, she would definitely be caught by Qiao Siyue.

But she didn't want to be caught by Qiao Siyue.

The only person that worries her now is Su Yutang.

Yutang must have been extremely worried when she suddenly disappeared at the masquerade ball, and must have been looking for her everywhere.

She had to find a way to let Yutang know that she was safe and sound, so that she wouldn't worry.

But how should she inform Yutang?

If the masked man is asked to help, will he agree?

He didn't seem to have refused me before, except for refusing to reveal his identity, so he should agree, right?

Wen Xiaoman thought this method might work and was worth a try.

However, she didn't know where the man had gone, and she was the only one left in the room.

Forget it, let’s talk about it when he comes back.

......

At this time, the man was sitting in another completely soundproof secret room, and the atmosphere was solemn.

There was only one light on in the room, and two trusted men and a doctor were standing nearby.

The doctor was examining the man carefully.

He measured the pulse and listened to the heart and lungs with a stethoscope. He said nothing during the whole process, but his brows became increasingly furrowed.

After the examination, the doctor brought a bowl of thick black medicine and handed it to the man.

The man took the medicine bowl, tilted his head back and drank the extremely unpalatable medicine in one gulp.

The medicine was bitter, but he didn't frown at all.

The doctor watched him finish his medicine, pack up his equipment, bow and leave, but his face couldn't hide the solemnity.

The door was closed gently.

Two trusted men stood on either side, still like statues, their eyes unable to conceal their worry.

They know their master's physical condition better than anyone else.

The master has had a rare and strange poison in his body since birth. There is no antidote for this poison, and for many years he has relied on strong medicines made from various precious herbs to suppress it, keeping him alive.

All medicines are poisonous. Long-term use of these harsh drugs has already severely drained his body, causing him to be congenitally deficient and even more severely deficient after birth.

A few years ago, the doctor announced that given the master's physical condition, he would only have three years to live at most.

At that time, the doctor tactfully suggested that life was short and the master could do whatever he wanted without having to restrain himself.

So, from that year on, the master suddenly disappeared and traveled around the world. No one knew where he went or what he experienced.

Everyone thought that once the three-year deadline was up, the master's body would be buried somewhere in the world.

But miraculously, after three years, the master did not die.

He actually came back alive!

But then came another piece of bad news.

The toxins in the master's body have completely spread and invaded the internal organs and meridians throughout the body.

Since that three-year period, the master has fallen into a long coma. Calculating the time, he has been in a coma for nearly two years, like a living dead.

He didn't wake up again until recently.

But after waking up, his body was more fragile than before. His current condition was that of a sickly person who could die at any time.

So, the doctor no longer needs to say anything.

All he could do was try his best to ensure his master lived one more day.