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

Qin Wanshuang actually arrived yesterday, but she was the only one who did not show up in front of Wen Xiaoman.

She definitely wanted to see Xiaoman. Last time, before she could reconcile with her sister, she learned of Wen Xiaoman's "death" and was saddened for a long time.

No one was more grateful than her that her sister was still alive.

Now that she knows her sister is alive, she is naturally happier than anyone else.

The more you cherish something, the more you fear losing it.

Su Xingyu is right. She didn't dare to go in because she was worried that Xiaoman wouldn't want to see her, which is why she kept secretly watching her.

Qin Wanshuang didn't speak, but her tightly clenched fingers betrayed her emotions.

She thought for a moment, then shook her head: "She won't forgive me. She's always blamed Mom for abandoning her back then. At that time... my sister and I were the closest. She probably thought the whole world would abandon her, but I wouldn't. But..."

She suppressed the bitterness in her throat and continued, her tone filled with self-reproach: "But I went with my mother and left her there alone. She endured all those years alone. When she needed her family the most, none of us were there. Now that she's grown up and independent, she naturally won't need me anymore... the sister who abandoned her."

As she spoke, Qin Wanshuang's eyes reddened slightly, and a moist mist filled her eyes.

She blinked hard, forcing back her tears, and forced a smile that looked more like a grimace: "Never mind, seeing Xiaoman come back alive and standing here safely is already good enough for me. I won't ask for too much..."

Su Xingyu felt an overwhelming pang of heartache seeing her trying so hard to be strong.

He was about to offer some words of comfort when Qin Wanshuang spoke in a low voice, as if in repentance: "I know I was selfish. Back then, like my mother, I chose to join Qin Mochen for the sake of a so-called better future and career prospects, choosing the easier path."

Su Xingyu reached out and touched her hair: "Wan Shuang, don't talk about yourself like that. In this world, many times there are no choices that are absolutely right or wrong. In that situation, you wanted to choose a path that was more beneficial to you, and you were not wrong. Everyone has the right to pursue a better life."

He paused, gazing intently at her, his tone tinged with regret and pity: "I'm the one who should regret this... If I had appeared in your life sooner, I would have taken you home and raised you with care..."

"In this way, you will be the rose that I watered and nurtured with my own hands, and I will never let you suffer those storms."

I will never let you... bear such a heavy burden of guilt.

Qin Wanshuang turned to look at him, her eyes brimming with tears, and suddenly smiled.

The naive young man, who was like a younger brother to her, said such touching words for the first time, and she admitted that her heart fluttered for a moment.

............

Just then, a maid came over, holding an exquisitely wrapped velvet box, and handed it to Wen Xiaoman: "Miss Wen, someone just asked me to give this to you, saying it's a gift for you."

Wen Xiaoman took the box with some doubt, opened it and took a look.

Inside lay an extremely exquisite bracelet.

The platinum chain is slender and set with tiny diamonds. The most special part is the pendant, which is a star made of several diamonds. It is so sparkly and bright that you can tell at a glance that it is very valuable.

Wen Xiaoman looked up and asked the maid, "Who sent this?"

The maid shook her head: "I'm sorry, Miss Wen, I didn't see the person who delivered the gift clearly. They only said it was for you, and your name is written on the box. Please accept it."

Wen Xiaoman frowned and subconsciously looked around.

As her gaze swept across the French windows, it suddenly fixed on a figure in the courtyard not far away.

The figure was slender and familiar, carrying the outline deep in her memory.

In an instant, Wen Xiaoman understood who had given her the bracelet.

When Qin Wanshuang looked over from outside the window, her heart almost stopped.

She hadn't expected to be discovered, and in her panic, her first reaction was to run away.

She turned and ran, not wanting Wen Xiaoman to see her.

"Wan Shuang!" Su Xingyu called out from behind her and quickly followed.

Qin Wanshuang was in a state of turmoil and just wanted to leave as soon as possible, afraid of seeing disgust or indifference in her sister's eyes.

Their speed was so fast that even Su Xingyu couldn't keep up.

However, just as she was about to get on the bus, a familiar voice came from behind her. The voice was urgent, piercing through the air and hitting her eardrums directly.

"elder sister!"

Wen Xiaoman chased after them.

This long-awaited "sister" seemed to carry a kind of magic that could freeze people in place, or perhaps the title was too distant. Qin Wanshuang's steps suddenly stopped, as if she had been frozen in place by a spell, and even her breathing stopped.

She had her back to Wen Xiaoman, her shoulders trembling slightly, but she could no longer take a step forward.

At that moment, her mind went blank, and she almost dared not think whether the "sister" she had just heard was her hallucination, or whether her sister had not actually called her.

Until Wen Xiaoman ran up to her, panting, and stood right in front of her.

On the other side, Su Xingyu saw that the two sisters were finally facing each other and knew that it was time for them to be alone, so he tactfully turned around and left.

Wen Xiaoman opened her palm, revealing the bracelet adorned with diamond stars.

She looked at Qin Wanshuang and asked, "Did you send this?"

Qin Wanshuang's lips moved, but no sound came out; she simply avoided Wen Xiaoman's gaze instinctively.

But her silence was an admission.

Wen Xiaoman understood.

She knew, and her sister always remembered, that she loved little stars and everything that sparkled.

So this gift must have been from her.

Qin Wanshuang had imagined countless times the scene of reuniting with her sister. She had a thousand words stuck in her chest, wanting to express the longing she had felt over the years.

But when Wen Xiaoman actually stood in front of her, looking at her with those clear eyes, her throat felt like it was being choked by something, and her eyes were filled with guilt and self-blame.

Her voice was very low: "Xiaoman... this bracelet is... a gift from me."

She paused, as if using all her strength, before finally managing to utter the last words, "If you don't like it... then..."

She wanted to say, "If you don't like it, just throw it away."

However, before she could finish speaking, Wen Xiaoman gently interrupted her.

“Yutang told me that after you left, you went back to look for me.”

Qin Wanshuang was startled, her pupils contracting slightly.

She knew, of course, what Wen Xiaoman was referring to: the time when she left with her mother, abandoning her younger sister.