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

However, Ah Yi was still a step too late.

After he chased after her, he searched along the road outside the villa, but Wen Xiaoman was nowhere to be found.

The night was deep, the streetlights were dim, and the quiet road was deserted, as if the woman who had just run out crying had vanished into thin air.

Ah Yi's heart skipped a beat, sensing something was wrong. He immediately turned around and hurried back to the villa to report.

"Master, Miss Wen is missing! We haven't found her outside!"

Upon hearing this, Qiao Sinian, who had been immersed in grief and self-blame and stood like a stone statue, suddenly jumped up from the sofa.

The pain that hadn't yet faded from her face was instantly replaced by worry.

......

Meanwhile, Wen Xiaoman ran out of the villa crying. She hadn't gone far when, at a corner, two dark figures suddenly darted out from the shadows and, with lightning speed, shoved a rough sack over her head.

"Let go, let go of me! What are you doing? Ugh..." Wen Xiaoman struggled, but her cries were muffled. She was lifted up and shoved into a waiting car.

In the darkness, Wen Xiaoman trembled with fear, the terror overwhelming her earlier heartbreak.

She struggled desperately, trying to break free, but the other person was extremely strong and held her firmly in place.

who is it?

Who kidnapped her?

The car bumped along in the night for an unknown amount of time, seemingly heading towards an extremely remote place.

Wen Xiaoman's heart sank with every turn the vehicle made.

Finally, the car stopped.

She was once again carried off the vehicle like cargo, and then, seemingly without any pity, the other person threw her heavily onto the ground.

"Ugh!" Wen Xiaoman groaned as she was thrown, feeling as if her bones were broken.

This brutal approach made her even more convinced that the person who kidnapped her was definitely not a good person.

She huddled inside the sack.

After a while, footsteps approached.

Someone roughly ripped the sack off her head.

Upon suddenly being exposed to light, Wen Xiaoman instinctively gasped for fresh air, her lungs burning with pain.

However, after catching her breath and lifting her blurry, tear-filled eyes, she clearly saw the person standing in front of her, looking down at her.

That face with its wicked smile was both incredibly familiar and utterly repulsive to her.

Wen Xiaoman's eyes widened instantly: "Qiao Siyue!"

It turned out that the person who kidnapped her was none other than the persistent ghost, Qiao Siyue.

As Joss slowly approached, one of his men, with keen insight, brought over a chair.

He sat down without any ceremony, crossed his legs, and slowly looked at Wen Xiaoman, who was sitting on the ground looking somewhat disheveled, with that unsettling, wicked smile on his face.

Wen Xiaoman instinctively shrank back, then mustered her courage to ask, "Qiao Siyue, why did you bring me here?"

Qiao Siyue put his index finger to his lips in a "shh" gesture and laughed, "Why? Wen Xiaoman, have you forgotten? You are my rightful fiancée. Isn't it only natural for a fiancé to invite his fiancée over for a get-together?"

He shrugged and sighed, feigning helplessness: "Sigh, actually I wanted to invite you over properly, to be polite, but what can I do? You've been so disobedient! If I talked to you nicely, would you have willingly come to see me? You'd probably be avoiding me like the plague, so..."

He drew out his words, his eyes turning dangerous, "So I'll have to use this... slightly more direct approach."

Wen Xiaoman's voice trembled with anger, "Hmph, you're talking nonsense! I'm not your fiancée, we've had nothing to do with each other for a long time, let me go!"

"Oh? It's alright now?"

Joss raised an eyebrow, his tone tinged with a hint of roguishness, "How come I don't remember agreeing to that? I just had to deal with some urgent matters a while ago and temporarily called off the wedding. I never announced to anyone that you were no longer my fiancée, let alone said that we had no relationship anymore."

Looking at his face, which was twisting the truth, Wen Xiaoman felt nauseous: "What are you still pretending for now? You are not Si Nian. You were the one who impersonated him and deceived me. We were a mistake from the beginning. There is no point in arresting me now."

Joss shook his finger, his smile growing deeper. "No, I never thought it was a mistake, and whether it's meaningful or not... isn't up to you to decide."

He stared at Wen Xiaoman, his eyes like the forked tongue of a viper, and slowly said, "I think... it's very meaningful."

Wen Xiaoman felt a chill run down her spine from his gaze, and her unease grew stronger. She frowned and asked, "Qiao Siyue, what exactly do you want to do?"

However, faced with Wen Xiaoman's stern questioning, Qiao Siyue only chuckled softly. He slowly stood up, looked down at her, and said, word by word, "What do I want to do? Is that even a question? Of course, I want to marry you."

Wen Xiaoman felt a chill run down her spine, immediately remembering her current legal status, which had become her only safeguard at this moment.

She forced herself to remain calm and said, "I'm still someone's wife in name only. The marriage certificate is real. You want to marry a married woman? Dream on!"

She thought this would make him back down.

To everyone's surprise, the more Joss listened, the more he burst into laughter, a laugh filled with disdain and arrogance.

"The woman I want to marry, whether she's just a wife in name or the woman of the King of Heaven himself, I'll still marry her. No one can stop me."

His confident and rule-averse demeanor sent a chill down Wen Xiaoman's spine.

After saying that, he waved his hand and ordered his subordinates, "Take Madam to her room to rest. She is not allowed to leave without my permission."

"Yes!" Two subordinates immediately stepped forward and lifted Wen Xiaoman up from the left and right.

"Let me go, Qiao Siyue, you bastard, let me go!" Wen Xiaoman struggled desperately, kicking her legs wildly, but how could a woman's strength be a match for two well-trained strong men?

Her resistance was like an ant trying to shake a tree—completely futile.

She was forcibly dragged and locked into a room that was fairly comfortably furnished, but the windows were sealed shut and the door was locked from the outside.

She was under house arrest!

"Qiao Siyue, let me out! You're illegally detaining me! Let me go..." Wen Xiaoman pounded on the heavy door.

Outside the door, Qiao Siyue's voice, tinged with laughter yet icy, could be faintly heard: "Be good, stay put. Soon, you'll be Mrs. Qiao in all your right."

The eerie laughter gradually faded into the distance.

Wen Xiaoman slid helplessly down the door panel and sat on the ground, feeling furious and realizing that she was completely unable to communicate with that madman, Qiao Siyue.

Didn't Mr. and Mrs. Qiao say they would guarantee her safety? Didn't they say they would let her see Si Nian once and then send her back?

Where are people now?

She's been kidnapped by their crazy youngest son, why isn't anyone doing anything about it?