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

The familiar, soft body in his arms, carrying her unique, faint fragrance, instantly awakened memories of those nights they had spent sleeping in each other's arms.

Qiao Sinian subconsciously raised his hand, which was hanging by his side, wanting to push her away. His fingertips touched her thin back, but it was as if he had been burned, and most of his strength was dissipated.

Even though he was unwell, with his strength, pushing a woman away would still be a piece of cake for him.

But he didn't.

The fingers that were resting on her back curled and stretched, enduring and enduring, the warmth he craved deep inside him like vines, tightly binding his reason.

In the end, he used some force, not to push her away roughly, but with an almost helpless restraint, he grasped her shoulders and lifted her slightly away from his embrace.

Wen Xiaoman probably sensed the gentlemanly attitude in his actions.

He "lifted" her from his arms, but he didn't push her away completely.

After regaining her balance, instead of backing away, she stood in front of him, leaned down slightly, and stared intently at his face as he sat on the sofa.

"You like me, don't you?"

Qiao Sinian raised his eyes, meeting her clear gaze. A smile played on his lips, indifferent: "Miss Wen, you always like to be delusional?"

He called her Miss Wen and deliberately distanced himself from her.

Wen Xiaoman was not deterred by his cold words. Instead, she gently raised her hand and placed it on his left chest.

Even through the thin fabric of the shirt, I could feel a clear and powerful vibration in my hand.

Boom boom boom.....

His heartbeat, rapid and frantic, pounded like a drum in the overly quiet living room, creating a stark and ridiculous contrast with the expressionless, icy face on his face.

Seeing this, Wen Xiaoman became even more certain: "Why don't you dare to answer my question? You clearly have feelings for me, why won't you admit it?"

The moment Qiao Sinian's body froze completely when her fingertips touched his heartbeat.

It was as if if she took just one more step, all his pretense would crumble.

He grabbed her fingers, shook them off, and then curled his lip into a mocking and aloof smirk, his tone flippant: "What do you want from this persistent pestering? Money? Or something else?"

He paused for a moment, then said, "Considering we used to be on good terms, I can give it to you. Take the money and that's it. Don't ever show your face in front of me again."

After saying that, he didn't even wait for Wen Xiaoman to react before raising his hand and snapping his fingers crisply.

The trusted aide who had been waiting nearby immediately understood and brought over a black briefcase that had been prepared beforehand. He placed it expressionlessly on the coffee table in front of Wen Xiaoman and opened it with a "click".

Inside was a box full of neatly stacked US dollars.

Wen Xiaoman stared at the box full of banknotes, and her whole body seemed to freeze instantly.

He actually... offered her money to get rid of her?

Seeing that she was just staring blankly without making a move, Qiao Sinian added, "Is it not enough? If not, there's more here."

As he spoke, he took out a black bank card from the inside pocket of his suit and casually tossed it next to the box of banknotes, making a soft "thud" sound.

"That should be enough, right?"

He looked up, his gaze icy as he looked at her. "Miss Wen!"

The words "Miss Wen" pierced Wen Xiaoman's heart once again.

He was so eager to distance himself from her that he was even resorting to this method.

Wen Xiaoman was completely confused. Why? Everything in this house clearly showed his care and that he had never forgotten her. Everywhere was evidence of their love. So why was he so eager to sever ties?

They even wanted to humiliate her with money and buy out their past?

What she ever wanted was never money!

She looked up, her eyes bloodshot, and suddenly swept the entire box of US dollars off the coffee table onto the floor.

There was a "crash" sound.

Brand new banknotes were scattered all over the ground.

She felt that wasn't enough, so she grabbed the bank card again and threw it at Qiao Sinian's face.

The edge of the card grazed Qiao Sinian's cheek, leaving a thin but clear bloodstain, from which a small bead of blood seeped out.

The trusted aide beside him changed his expression and was about to step forward, but was stopped by Qiao Sinian raising his hand.

He looked up and quietly watched Wen Xiaoman's face, flushed with anger, her chest heaving, and listened as she said to him, "I don't want your money!"

Qiao Sinian raised an eyebrow, his tone puzzled: "Don't want money? Then what do you want? I can't afford anything else besides money. I advise Miss Wen... not to be too greedy."

Wen Xiaoman's nose tingled, and she tried hard to hold back the tears that were about to well up, but her eyes still revealed disappointment and hurt: "In your eyes, am I such a greedy person? I thought... I thought you had your reasons, so I agreed to your mother's request and came to you again to ask you for an explanation."

She took a deep breath, her voice slightly choked: "But now it seems you're doing just fine. What hardship could you possibly have? You're simply fed up with me and don't want to be with me anymore, so you're trying to get rid of me with money."

Qiao Sinian pursed his lips and nodded silently.

His cold expression seemed welded shut, without the slightest crack.

"Forget it..." Wen Xiaoman seemed to have exhausted all her strength, shook her head in despair, and tears suddenly blurred her vision. "Now it seems that there is no need to say anything. My coming here this time was just... a waste of time."

After saying that, she wiped away her tears in anger and ran out without looking back.

In the living room, all that remained were banknotes scattered all over the floor, a bank card lying alone on the floor, and... Qiao Sinian sitting motionless on the sofa.

He seemed to have turned into a statue, his gaze vacantly fixed on the banknotes scattered on the ground.

He just sat there blankly, as if his soul had been ripped out, leaving only an empty shell.

The mess on the floor was just like his broken heart, shattered beyond repair.

It wasn't until his trusted aide, A-Yi, approached and, seeing his master's distraught state, whispered a reminder: "Master, it's so late at night... Miss Wen running out alone, I'm afraid... it's not safe."

Qiao Sinian looked up at the dark night outside the window and realized what he had just done.

It's so late at night, and she's a young girl in an unfamiliar place. Where could she possibly go? What if something happens to her...?

A wave of lingering fear and belated realization washed over me.

When he spoke, his voice was terribly hoarse. He instructed Ah Yi, "Go and follow her... don't let anything happen to her."