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

Wen Xiaoman nodded.

She hesitated for a moment, then said, "But Tangtang, I have another request for you."

"You said."

"Take good care of Xiao Ayan for me, and wait for me to come back."

Su Yutang agreed without hesitation: "Okay, even if you don't say anything, I will take good care of Xiao Ayan. You can go without worry. Xiao Ayan and I will be here waiting for you to come back."

Sure enough, less than two hours later, the car sent by Mr. Qiao arrived on time at the entrance of the Su Family Manor to pick up Wen Xiaoman.

Before leaving, Wen Xiaoman squatted down and gently hugged Xiao Ayan, who was playing on the carpet.

The little one stiffened slightly, but didn't flinch. He just stared at the strange woman with his big, dark eyes.

Feeling the warmth of the little one in her arms, Wen Xiaoman felt a lump in her throat.

She had originally planned to spend this time with her son, make up for the lost time, and nurture their bond, but fate seemed to never give her enough time.

She choked up as she said, "Little Ayan, wait for me, Mommy will come back."

She stood up, took one last deep look at her son, and then left with the Qiao family.

Even after Wen Xiaoman disappeared, Xiao Ayan remained bewildered, blinking her big eyes as she looked at the aunt who called herself Mommy.

He had no concept of parting, but he vaguely felt that the aunt seemed... a little sad.

Mr. and Mrs. Qiao wanted to take Xiao Ayan with them, but since they had promised Wen Xiaoman that they would not fight for custody of Xiao Ayan, the couple had to give up on the idea.

In short, Xiao Ayan was well taken care of in the Su family. Su Yutang and Bo Jingzhou treated him like their own son, and the environment was safe and comfortable.

There's plenty of time; they're not in a hurry.

However... thinking of their son Sinian, who was on the verge of death, and who might never even see his own son again, the couple couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow and regret.

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

At the Su family manor, the four little ones watched Wen Xiaoman leave with the Qiao family and ran over to Su Yutang.

Da Bao tilted his head back and asked, "Mommy, did Aunt Xiaoman leave?"

Su Yutang nodded and patted his little head: "Yes, she went back to see Uncle Si Nian."

The four little ones looked at each other, their little brows furrowing.

Looking at their worried expressions, like little adults, Su Yutang asked, "You also feel something's not right?"

The four little treasures nodded in unison.

Erbao spoke up first: "Mommy, think about it. It's strange that Mr. Big Foot and his wife traveled all the way from abroad just to pick up Aunt Xiaoman to see Uncle Sinian. Besides, why didn't Uncle Sinian come himself?"

Da Bao looked thoughtful and said in a deep voice, "So we think that Uncle Sinian's absence might not be because he doesn't want to, but because... he can't. Could something have really happened to him?"

Su Yutang also had this premonition.

But Wen Xiaoman didn't say much before leaving, so the Qiao couple probably didn't tell her the truth either.

Sanbao suggested, "Since something's not right, why don't we send someone to follow them and investigate?"

Sibao immediately nodded in agreement: "Yes, I'm also very curious. What's wrong with Uncle Si Nian?"

Su Yutang shared the same idea. She looked at her four children and said, "Mommy thinks so too. Let's send some reliable and clever people to go with them, not only to gather information, but also to ensure Aunt Xiaoman's safety."

Da Bao immediately said, "Okay, leave this to me. I'll contact the people from the Dragon Kingdom organization over there and have them follow up on the whole process."

The little guy was incredibly efficient and immediately relayed the instructions silently.

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

When Wen Xiaoman set foot on this distant land again, she felt a little dazed. She hadn't expected to be back in just a few days.

Will I be able to meet Qiao Sinian this time?

Fortunately, Mr. and Mrs. Qiao said they would help her and arrange for her to meet with Si Nian.

Therefore, as soon as she got off the plane, someone came to pick her up and took her directly to a high-end villa area in the city center.

The person who came to pick her up said that Qiao Sinian was in that villa.

Wen Xiaoman, unsuspecting, headed to the villa where Qiao Sinian lived, escorted by several attendants.

Wen Xiaoman got out of the car, looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings, and held the key that Madam Qiao had prepared for her in advance.

This was not the private residence where Qiao Sinian had taken her to stay last time, nor was it the house in the suburbs that was nestled against the mountains and by the water; it was a villa she had never been to before.

As for why Qiao Sinian was here, she didn't know.

But once inside, she vaguely understood.

Before even stepping into the villa, Wen Xiaoman's gaze was drawn to the row of neat osmanthus trees outside.

It's the blooming season, and clusters of tiny golden flowers surround the branches and leaves, filling the air with a rich fragrance that is refreshing and delightful.

Her steps involuntarily halted.

When they were together, she nestled in his arms and casually said, "Si Nian, I like osmanthus. It smells so good and makes me feel better. Plus, you can pick it to make osmanthus honey, or use it to make tea or pastries."

She looked up and smiled with anticipation, saying, "When we have our own house in the future, we must plant osmanthus trees all over the outside, so that our home will smell sweet every day."

He simply hummed in response, ruffled her hair, and said nothing more.

She took it as just ordinary chatter between lovers, something she'd forgotten after saying it.

But the osmanthus tree in front of her told her that things were not so simple.

With even more complicated feelings, she opened the door and went inside.

The sight inside the room stunned her, and she seemed to stop breathing.

The familiar milky white jade coffee table and chairs were exactly the same style of furniture she liked best from the small apartment they used to rent together.

The sofa is the kind that looks very soft and you'll sink into it when you sit down. That's her preference. She says that only sofas like that give her a sense of warmth and security at home.

My gaze drifted down, and I felt something soft beneath my feet.

The floor tiles were covered with a thick, high-quality off-white cashmere carpet, which covered almost the entire area.

Memories surged back.

Back then, they liked to lie on the floor of their rented room, reading, watching movies, or simply cuddling and chatting.

Once, he was making a scene on the floor with her on the floor, and she complained that the floor was too hard and hurt her back.

He chuckled softly as he kissed her, his voice husky as he whispered in her ear, "In our future wedding room, every floorboard will be covered with the softest carpet, so that it will never prick my breasts again."

Thinking of the intimacy and romance of that time, Wen Xiaoman's cheeks flushed uncontrollably.