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

Wen Xiaoman sat in the white limousine, following Qiao Siyue to the church.

The two had just arrived at the church when trouble struck.

One of his men rushed over in a panic and whispered something in Jos Yue's ear.

Qiao Siyue's previously calm expression instantly turned serious: "What do you mean 'disappeared'?"

Cold sweat beaded on his forehead as his subordinate forced a report: "We can't get in touch with the priest, and we've looked for his place. It seems like something's happened. The wedding is about to start, and... where are we going to find a suitable priest to officiate?"

Wen Xiaoman, who was standing nearby, heard the conversation clearly. She subconsciously looked at Qiao Siyue, wanting to see how he would handle it.

To everyone's surprise, Joss calmly glanced at his subordinate and said, "You'll be in charge later."

The subordinate was completely dumbfounded, his eyes wide open, pointing at himself: "Wh...what? Me? Young Master, this won't do, I...how could I possibly officiate a wedding? Besides, my status isn't appropriate..."

He was so anxious that he became incoherent.

Qiao Siyue's eyes sharpened, and he interrupted coldly, "Then hurry up and go find it! I'm only giving you five minutes."

He glanced at his expensive watch and said in an icy tone, "Don't delay my wedding."

"Yes, yes, I'll go right away!" The subordinate immediately turned around and practically scrambled out to find a replacement priest.

An unexpected accident was thus casually dismissed by Qiao Siyue.

He straightened his suit collar, turned his head, and extended his arm to Wen Xiaoman, who stood beside him in a pristine wedding dress but with a complex expression. His tone returned to its previous composure:

"Let's go, my bride. It's just a little incident; it won't affect our entry."

Without changing his expression, he led Wen Xiaoman further inside.

However, the further you go in, the quieter it becomes.

The silence was unnatural.

Not only was the priest absent, but the entire church, which should have been filled with guests, was now completely empty.

There weren't any guests.

Rows of carved wooden chairs are neatly arranged, gleaming with a cold, dim light.

The time has come, the bride and groom have arrived, but all the guests are absent.

This is an absolute joke, a blatant slap in the face to Qiao Siyue, and it also shows that the person in charge of the wedding process made a huge mistake.

Qiao Siyue's composure finally crumbled, and he shouted sternly, "Where's the person in charge? Get over here!"

A man in a black suit stumbled over, his voice trembling, "Young...Young Master...I've been trying to contact all the guests, but...it's like they all had unforeseen circumstances today and can't make it..."

"None of them can come?" Jos Yue asked coldly.

"Yes...that's how it is..." The person in charge almost knelt down.

Joss laughed in exasperation: "Ha, very well indeed."

Who is he? He's the young master of the Chemosi family, and these people dared to collectively stand him up for his wedding?

This is not just negligence, it's downright humiliation.

Wen Xiaoman stood to the side and could clearly sense that Qiao Siyue was furious.

Was someone deliberately setting him up? Or was Qiao Siyue just unpopular? Either way, this was a resounding slap in the face.

However, she underestimated Qiao Siyue's shamelessness.

In this extreme awkwardness and desolation, he managed to suppress his anger.

He glanced at the empty altar at the end of the church and said calmly, "If they don't want to come, that's fine. Anyone can choose not to come, but this wedding must take place."

It was for no other reason than to show it to Qiao Sinian.

The person in charge quickly responded, "Yes, young master. Shall we... continue?"

Just then, a subordinate rushed over. He seemed more composed than the previous one and respectfully said, "Young Master, my father was a pastor. I have been exposed to weddings since childhood and know the wedding process. If you don't mind, I will officiate your wedding with Miss Wen."

Qiao Siyue glanced at him: "Okay, you're the one. Let's begin."

Despite the numerous problems, the wedding proceeded under Joe's insistence.

Standing beside Qiao Siyue, Wen Xiaoman looked at the empty auditorium and found it utterly ridiculous.

What kind of wedding is this? The bride and groom, plus a hastily hired officiant, and a few scattered staff members hiding in some corner...

This was probably the most desolate and eerie wedding scene she had ever seen.

Even so, Joss still wanted to continue.

Her gaze kept drifting toward the church entrance, and she wondered in her heart if he would come.

Just then, hurried footsteps and voices came from the entrance.

"Si Yue, wait for us!"

Wen Xiaoman and Qiao Siyue turned their heads at the same time and saw Mr. and Mrs. Qiao rushing in.

Mrs. Qiao was even slightly out of breath, and Mr. Qiao's suit jacket was also a little disheveled.

The couple were originally tied up with urgent matters, and their journey here was even more perilous, nearly resulting in a car accident. They barely managed to escape and arrive at their destination.

As parents, they absolutely had to be present at their son's wedding.

"Siyue, Xiaoman, we're here..." Madam Qiao's words caught in her throat.

She stared in astonishment at the empty guest seating area, then at her son and future daughter-in-law standing alone before the altar, her face full of surprise. "What... what's going on? Where are the guests?"

Mr. Qiao also frowned.

Qiao Siyue smiled faintly: "Dad, Mom, you're here. You've come at the right time."

He gestured ahead, "The wedding is about to begin. Please sit down and be our witnesses."

Mr. and Mrs. Qiao looked at each other, both stunned by the outrageous scene.

To be one of only two spectators and witnesses at one's son's wedding in an empty church? This...

Looking at their son's unquestionable gaze, and then at Wen Xiaoman in her wedding dress, they finally suppressed their doubts and embarrassment.

Mr. Qiao gently tugged at his wife's sleeve, and the two nodded silently before walking to their seats in the first row.

"well."

The empty auditorium was finally filled with two figures, which barely dispelled the loneliness.

But Mr. and Mrs. Qiao felt extremely uncomfortable sitting there, unsure of what to do with their hands and feet.

Mrs. Qiao asked her husband in a low voice, "Where's Si Nian? Why didn't he come?"

Mr. Qiao shook his head and lowered his voice as well: "I don't know, but Si Nian's health has never been very good. He was unconscious for so long before, so he's probably feeling unwell again. Never mind, let's record a video and show it to him later."

"it is good."

Mrs. Qiao thought it made sense, so she quickly took out her phone and pressed the record button.