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

To be honest, he was also skeptical of Qiao Sinian's words, not believing that Qiao Sinian really didn't care about Wen Xiaoman at all, and even less believing that he would give up so easily.

Therefore, the wedding must go on.

He was eagerly anticipating how Joss would react.

He was unaware that Qiao Sinian had been in a coma, nor did he know why the two had broken up.

All he knew was that Wen Xiaoman was the only woman who had left a mark on Qiao Sinian's blank life.

It was this unique quality that caught Wen Xiaoman's attention.

He went to great lengths to find her, and even set fire to the delivery room to create the illusion that she had perished in the flames, all to force Qiao Sinian to show himself.

Unfortunately, that man was too patient and remained unmoved.

As his thoughts raced, he had already reached Wen Xiaoman's door.

Upon entering the room, seven or eight servants were busy around the bride. Some were adjusting her wedding dress, some were putting on her jewelry, and some were doing her makeup.

Upon seeing him enter, everyone greeted him in unison before filing out, leaving the two of them alone.

Qiao Siyue's gaze fell on Wen Xiaoman in front of the dressing mirror.

She wore a pure white wedding dress with a cinched waist that accentuated her slender waist and figure, while her shoulders were exposed, glowing with a radiant white light.

Her meticulously applied makeup concealed her recent haggardness, restoring her former radiance and even adding a touch of breathtaking beauty.

Her eyebrows and eyes were like paintings, her lips were alluring, and she was like a polished pearl, delicate and pure, so beautiful that it was almost unfair.

Joss stared intently, a flicker of emotion crossing his eyes.

A thrill he had never felt with any woman before struck his chest without warning.

At that moment, my heart suddenly skipped a beat.

This inexplicable feeling made him frown slightly, but it was quickly replaced by his usual playful expression.

He strolled forward and said jokingly, "Tsk, clothes really do make the man. With this makeover, you don't look so much like a ghost bride anymore."

Joss approached her, narrowed his eyes, and gazed intently at her exquisitely made-up face.

He spoke slowly and with a hint of curiosity: "Wen Xiaoman, I've actually discovered that you're quite pretty. No wonder my brother was so obsessed with you for so long. Even someone who's never been interested in erotic things couldn't resist."

His gaze swept over her slightly pursed lips, his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and his voice took on a husky tone that he himself was unaware of: "To be honest, I'm starting to like you a little."

Wen Xiaoman didn't even bother to lift her eyelids. She glanced coldly at him in the mirror, parted her red lips slightly, and uttered icy words: "Get lost, stop disgusting me."

Qiao Siyue's face instantly darkened, and a nameless fire and resentment rose up in his displeasure.

"I look exactly like him, wouldn't you feel disgusted if you saw him?"

Wen Xiaoman kept her lips tightly closed, refusing to answer.

Qiao Siyue raised an eyebrow: "Judging from this, you shouldn't be disgusted by my older brother, right? Then why are you disgusted by me?"

Wen Xiaoman finally turned her head and looked at him directly, her eyes filled with undisguised contempt: "You dare to compare yourself to him?"

Joss laughed in anger, his chest heaving as he let out a low chuckle: "Ha, he's already abandoned you, and you're still speaking up for him? How am I not worthy? Is he some kind of inviolable deity in your heart?"

He leaned closer, his breath almost brushing against her ear, and said in a seductive yet utterly flirtatious tone, "Wen Xiaoman, if you really like him that much, I don't mind. At worst, I'll sacrifice a little in the future, and you can treat me as his substitute, transferring your feelings for him to me, how about that? Anyway, we're... exactly the same."

Wen Xiaoman clenched her fists secretly, ignoring his words.

But Qiao Siyue's gaze seemed glued to her lips, which shimmered with a soft sheen.

His Adam's apple bobbed more and more noticeably, and a strong urge surged up within him; he wanted to kiss him.

He had never kissed these lips before, and he didn't know what they tasted like.

He doesn't like kissing women; he always gets straight to the point. I don't know what's wrong with him today.

Once a thought arises, it grows wildly like weeds.

With that in mind, Qiao Siyue followed his impulse almost without hesitation.

He slowly lowered his head and moved closer to those red lips that were so close.

Just a second before his aura was about to envelop her, Wen Xiaoman seemed to sense his intention.

Her eyes narrowed, and without the slightest hesitation, she abruptly raised her hand.

"Snapped!"

A crisp, resounding slap landed squarely on Qiao Siyue's face, sending his face tilting to the side.

The air was suddenly quiet.

Qiao Siyue didn't expect Wen Xiaoman to hit him, and Wen Xiaoman didn't expect Qiao Siyue to try to kiss her.

Wasn't he just using her as a tool to provoke Qiao Sinian? Wasn't he completely uninterested in her? Why did he kiss her?

In that instant, she was so terrified that her mind went blank, and it was almost an instinctive reaction from her body that she swung that slap.

Qiao Siyue kept his head tilted to the side, pressed the tip of his tongue against his numb cheek, and slowly turned his head back.

Those peach blossom eyes, which always held a hint of mockery, were now filled with a chilling coldness.

I'm definitely angry.

Whatever Qiao Siyue wanted, he always got it easily. He had never been refused by anyone, and he was refused by the same person time and time again!

This had completely enraged him.

He stared at her with a sinister look in his eyes and said through gritted teeth, "Anyway, after today, you will be my rightful wife. Then, I can kiss you however I want and do whatever I want."

He smirked cruelly, "I'll play you to death then!"

Wen Xiaoman shuddered in fright.

A chill ran up my spine from the soles of my feet.

She had no doubt that if Jos Yue could say it, he could definitely do it.

Joss slammed the door and left, his face filled with gloom.

The sound of the door closing made Wen Xiaoman shudder again.

She slumped weakly onto the dressing stool, her fingertips icy cold and trembling uncontrollably.

Should I really say yes to this wedding?

Will testing Qiao Sinian in this way really provoke him?

What if he really doesn't come?

She was about to face a thoroughly enraged Qiao Siyue, and she had essentially jumped into a real wolf's den.

Was this decision really the right one?

She suddenly felt a little uncertain.

Just then, a voice came from outside the door urging, "Miss Wen, it's time."

The wedding is about to begin; it's time to set off.

Wen Xiaoman suddenly looked up at herself in the mirror, dressed in a wedding gown but with a bloodless face.

My heart sank heavily.

Even if she wanted to stop now, Qiao Siyue would never give her any chance.

This high-stakes gamble, ostensibly a test, has already... become unstoppable.