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

Qiao Sinian didn't turn around or say anything, but his tall, straight back remained stiff.

Seeing his reaction, Mrs. Qiao was even more certain that he was unaware of the situation, and quickly continued, "We saw the child. He looks exactly like you when you were little. He's very cute. We originally wanted to bring him back, but... considering Xiaoman's feelings, we ultimately decided not to."

As she spoke, she took out several photos she had prepared in advance from her handbag, walked to Qiao Sinian's side, and handed the photos to him.

"This is his photo, take a look."

In the photo, Xiao Ayan's appearance is clearly visible.

Qiao Sinian's gaze fell on the photos, his deep eyes like an ancient well suddenly struck by a stone, stirring up a ripple.

He stared at the little figure in the photo, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily.

In that instant, the emptiness in his heart seemed to be filled. He thought he had no feelings for children, that it didn't matter whether he had one or not, so much so that he was indifferent when his parents suggested leaving an heir. But if it were her child, he would like it very much.

A deep, silent yet powerful throbbing within him overwhelmed him.

His hands, hanging by his sides, clenched tightly at first, then gradually loosened their fists.

He didn't turn around, but said very calmly, "...I understand."

Mr. and Mrs. Qiao: "..."

The couple looked at each other, wondering if they understood.

That's all...?

Shouldn't she be happy to know she has a son? Why is she reacting so coldly?

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

In the empty villa, Wen Xiaoman waited from afternoon until evening.

As the sun sets, its orange-red afterglow streams through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, filling the living room and casting long shadows on the carpet.

Just when she thought she was going to wait in vain again and her heart was sinking to the bottom, she finally heard the sound of a car engine outside the window.

She suddenly looked up and saw a completely black luxury car slowly drive into the courtyard and finally stop in front of the villa.

The car was understated and composed, much like its owner.

Although Wen Xiaoman was sitting on the sofa, her body was tense, and her eyes were fixed on the outside of the window.

The car door is opened.

The first thing that catches the eye is a pair of spotless, gleaming black leather shoes, steadily stepping on the stone pavement.

Next, there were neatly ironed, crisp trousers that hugged a pair of long, powerful legs.

She unconsciously held her breath.

The man bent down slightly, got out of the car, and stood up straight.

The backlight of the setting sun outlined his tall and slender figure, somewhat blurred, yet carrying a heart-stirring sense of familiarity.

He no longer wore a mask.

When his face was fully revealed from the light and shadow and clearly presented in Wen Xiaoman's vision, her breathing completely stopped and her heart pounded wildly.

“Si Nian…” she called out instinctively.

I had given up hope and thought he wouldn't show up, but he still came after all.

Wen Xiaoman raised the corners of her lips, feeling delighted that her wait had not been in vain.

No one knew how excited she was at that moment.

Perhaps it was because they had been separated for too long, experienced too many twists and turns and heartbreaks, and hadn't seen him face to face like this for so long, that she was so nervous that her whole body stiffened.

Almost instinctively, she jumped up from the sofa. Without thinking, she just wanted to rush to him and make sure this wasn't a dream.

She staggered towards the door, almost stumbling, as she tried to run towards it.

However, her excitement was instantly frozen by a look from the man.

His gaze was so indifferent, devoid of any warmth, like ice and snow that never melts, carrying a sense of detachment and an almost cruel indifference, as it lightly landed on her, nailing all her attempts and enthusiasm to approach him to the spot.

Wen Xiaoman froze.

She watched him walk calmly towards her. There was no reunion hug, no tender gaze; he simply said two words to her in an extremely calm tone: "Sit down."

Then, he walked straight to the single sofa opposite her and sat down with an elegant but aloof demeanor.

Wen Xiaoman couldn't understand what it meant, so she sat down, clasped her hands tightly on her knees, her knuckles turning white.

The two sat facing each other, separated by a large coffee table. The atmosphere was tense, not like lovers reunited after a long separation, but rather like a serious and cold business negotiation.

The atmosphere was a bit off.

Wen Xiaoman didn't speak, but just looked at his cold and hard profile.

After a while, all that was heard was Qiao Sinian saying, "You shouldn't have come to find me."

Wen Xiaoman was stunned for a moment, a feeling of grievance rising in her heart, and she subconsciously retorted, "I just... want to see you."

She just wanted to know the truth, she wanted an answer.

But as soon as she finished speaking, she heard Qiao Sinian say the cruelest words in a calm tone: "But you should know that I don't want to see you."

He raised his eyes, those eyes that were once full of tenderness but now only cold staring straight at her. "I did deliberately avoid seeing you, because everything in the past is over."

He paused slightly, then continued with that cruel calmness, "I thought you would understand, but clearly you don't. Since that's the case, I'll tell you straight today."

He looked at her face, which had turned deathly pale, and slowly uttered those words: "We're over."

Wen Xiaoman was stunned again, her heart felt as if it had been pierced by his words, a sharp pain shooting through her.

She met his cold, emotionless eyes, finding not a trace of lingering affection or pretense.

But... she wasn't so easily dismissed with a few words!

She looked around and pressed, "Since it's over, why did you decorate this wedding room? Why did you plant osmanthus trees? Why did you fill the bedroom with my photos? Why did you make so many desserts for me? Qiao Sinian, you've done so much for me, and now you're telling me it's over?"

Qiao Sinian's tone remained light and casual, with a deliberate nonchalance, as if he were talking about something completely unrelated to himself: "Wedding room? You're overthinking it. It's just something I decorated casually. It doesn't have any special meaning."

"I don't believe it!" Wen Xiaoman looked at him stubbornly.

"There's nothing I can do if you don't believe me..."

However, before he could finish speaking, Wen Xiaoman suddenly got up from the sofa, took a few steps to him, and opened her arms to hug him.

Qiao Sinian's body suddenly froze the moment she pounced on him.

Even the two trusted confidants standing behind her were stunned, clearly not expecting Wen Xiaoman to be so "fierce". The two exchanged a glance and wisely retreated a little, leaving space for them.