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

Erbao excitedly said, standing on tiptoe to stick the "Xiao Hengyu face" onto Bo Jingzhou's face.

Bo Jingzhou: "..."

His face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and his body instinctively leaned back, filled with resistance.

Make him stick his face on that jerk's? Are you kidding me!

However, Erbao acted swiftly, giving him no chance to refuse, and slapped the paper firmly onto his father's handsome but incredibly stiff face.

Bo Jingzhou's temple throbbed, and he reached out to tear this absurd thing off.

Just then, Little Candy, who was still sobbing softly with teary eyes, groggily raised her little face and looked at her daddy, whose expression had suddenly "changed".

She blinked her big, wet eyes, stared at the familiar photo of "Daddy" for a few seconds, pursed her lips, and her crying... actually gradually stopped!

The little guy even called out in Bo Jingzhou's direction, "Daddy~"

Everyone: "!!!"

Everyone looked at each other in disbelief. This trick... actually worked?

Erbao immediately puffed out its little chest proudly, its tail almost reaching the sky.

Even the usually composed Da Bao rarely praised Er Bao, saying, "Er Bao, you've finally done something reliable."

The crisis was temporarily averted, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Only Bo Jingzhou, with Xiao Hengyu's large face, exuded a low-pressure aura, and his face was even darker than before.

Having to appease his own daughter while also having to put on Xiao Hengyu's act? Is there anything more frustrating in this world?

Seeing this, Erbao stood on tiptoe. He originally wanted to pat his father's shoulder, but he couldn't reach it. In the end, he patted his father's thigh in a condescending manner and comforted him, "Never mind, Daddy. A real man can bend and stretch. This is nothing. For your sister's sake, just bear with it."

Su Yutang suppressed a laugh and stepped forward, saying, "Yes, honey, now we're counting on you."

So, under the eager gazes of everyone, Bo Jingzhou, who had Xiao Hengyu's face, had no choice but to bite the bullet and take on the task of coaxing Xiao Tangguo to sleep.

Despite wearing Xiao Hengyu's face, Bo Jingzhou managed to coax Xiao Tangguo to sleep in an extremely awkward yet obligatory manner.

The night passed peacefully without any major incidents.

Little did they know, this act lasted for a whole year, until Little Candy grew up and became sensible, only then did she realize that behind the mask of "Daddy" was not her father.

......

Wen Xiaoman barely slept all night, and when she woke up in the morning, her eyes were covered with dark circles.

For the first half of the night, she stayed by Xiao Ayan's bedside, watching her son's peaceful sleeping face.

Back in his room late at night, Mrs. Qiao's words kept echoing in his mind, and he tossed and turned all night.

The next day, she received another call from Mrs. Qiao.

On the other end of the phone, Mrs. Qiao said, "Xiaoman, what... have you decided?"

Mrs. Qiao's voice was particularly gentle, even better than yesterday, but Wen Xiaoman was still stunned when she heard the question.

She gripped her phone, her fingers tightening slightly. After a few seconds of silence, she finally spoke, "Mrs. Qiao, I'm sorry, I... I won't go."

Mrs. Qiao on the other end of the phone was clearly not expected to receive such a direct rejection, and her disappointment was evident: "Xiaoman, have you really thought this through carefully? Won't you reconsider?"

Wen Xiaoman closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and her tone became firm: "Yes, I thought about it all night last night and I've made up my mind. I won't bother Si Nian anymore. Between him and me... let's leave it at that."

Mrs. Qiao sighed heavily on the other end. Seeing her resolute attitude, Mrs. Qiao had no choice but to bring up another matter, "Xiaoman, I already know that the boy named Xiao Ayan is your and Sinian's child. Since you have a child together, you belong to Sinian and are the future young mistress of our Chemosi family."

Wen Xiaoman's heart sank; her worst fears had come true.

Her eyelids trembled slightly uncontrollably, but fortunately, the other person couldn't see her lapse in composure because of the phone call.

She forced herself to calm down. Fortunately, she had anticipated this possibility while tossing and turning last night and had thought of a solution.

She didn't deny it, but calmly presented another fact: "Mrs. Qiao, since you've found out about Xiao Ayan, why didn't you also investigate me?"

She paused for a moment, then said, "I'm already married. Legally, I'm someone else's wife now."

Mrs. Qiao was stunned: "That marriage certificate, is it real? Or did you make it up to deceive Si Yue?"

Wen Xiaoman: "Yes, it's true. So please don't worry about me and Si Nian anymore."

Mrs. Qiao was at a loss for words, so she compromised and asked, "Xiaoman, may I see Xiao Ayan?"

Wen Xiaoman hesitated for a moment.

Mrs. Qiao continued, "No matter what, I am Xiao Ayan's biological grandmother, we are blood relatives, and I want to visit him."

Since it was just a visit and not a fight for custody of Xiao Ayan, Wen Xiaoman was relieved and agreed: "Okay."

Moreover, Madam Qiao is right; she is Xiao Ayan's biological grandmother, and this blood ties cannot be severed.

She loves Xiao Ayan, and naturally hopes that more people will genuinely love and cherish her.

She has neither the right nor the obligation to deprive her child of the opportunity to enjoy the love and care of their grandparents.

After hanging up the phone, Mrs. Qiao excitedly instructed her subordinates to prepare. She was going to the mall later to meet her grandson for the first time, so she naturally wanted to prepare some gifts.

Mr. Qiao arrived at this time, but he came alone, which clearly meant that he did not see Qiao Sinian.

But at this moment, Mrs. Qiao was preoccupied with her grandson and didn't care about anything else. She grabbed her husband's arm and said, "Honey, Xiaoman has agreed to let us see our grandson. Let's go to the mall first. It's the first time we've officially met our grandson, so we absolutely can't go empty-handed. We have to buy him the best of everything!"

However, Mr. Qiao looked serious and said, "Wait, I have something to tell you."

Mrs. Qiao asked anxiously, "What is it? Can't we talk about it after we see our eldest grandson?"

Mr. Qiao's expression was grave: "It's Si Nian, Si Nian's condition isn't good..."

Upon hearing this, Madam Qiao's joy faded somewhat.

......

Over here, Wen Xiaoman had just finished a phone call with Mrs. Qiao, and her mind was not yet fully calm.

Unbeknownst to her, another gaze had been silently watching her for a long time from not far away.

Qin Wanshuang has arrived.

She stood by a large tree in the courtyard outside the house, looking quietly at Wen Xiaoman's somewhat thin and lonely figure inside the house through the French windows.

Her eyes held a complex mix of emotions: intense longing, deep guilt, and a hesitant mix of trepidation and apprehension at the prospect of returning home.

Su Xingyu stood beside her, looking at her as she seemed to want to approach but dared not, and sighed helplessly: "Wanshuang, it's not easy to see your sister, why are you refusing to go in at the door? Are you still worried... that she won't forgive you?"