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

Chapter 1032 This time, he hopes Wen Xiaoman will be happy.

Qiao Sinian stood there quietly, letting her scrutinize him with a scrutinizing gaze, her eyes overflowing with tenderness and indulgence.

"Have you seen enough?" he asked in a low voice.

Wen Xiaoman shook her head vigorously, her eyes welling up with tears again: "No, I can't get enough of looking at you, I just can't get enough of looking at you..."

Her voice choked with emotion, filled with the joy of something lost and then found.

After saying that, she tiptoed and gently kissed his slightly cool lips.

Qiao Sinian was slightly taken aback, then his eyes darkened. He was about to wrap his arms around her waist to deepen the kiss when Wen Xiaoman pulled away and asked the question that had been bothering her: "How did you get here? When did you come up the mountain?"

Qiao Sinian suppressed the pounding in his heart and patiently explained, "The Hundred Poisons Master said that he needed to find a quiet place with strong incense offerings and abundant spiritual energy to cultivate in seclusion, so he brought me to Zhaojue Temple to use the energy field of this place to harmonize the medicinal properties and strengthen his foundation."

"So you've been on the mountain all this time?" Wen Xiaoman suddenly realized, thinking that she had just been praying devoutly, bowing and prostrating herself with each step, and he was so close by, she felt a strange sense of fate.

“Yes.” Qiao Sinian nodded, gazing at her tenderly. “When I’m sober, I think about you every moment, want to see you, want to hear your voice.”

His tone turned slightly somber. "But that stubborn old man, Bai Du Shou, strictly forbade me from coming out and even more so from meeting you. He also threatened me, saying that if I wanted to live and have more time to be with you in the future, I should obediently listen to him. Because of this... I endured him for more than a month."

Hearing his slightly complaining yet incredibly obedient tone, Wen Xiaoman couldn't help but burst into laughter through her tears, feeling a bittersweet mix of emotions.

Remembering her most pressing question, she quickly asked, "How are you feeling now? Is there anything else that's bothering you?"

Her hands roamed restlessly over his chest and arms, gently kneading and checking, as if afraid of missing any discomfort.

Qiao Sinian pressed down on her groping little hand, tightly wrapping her slightly cool palm in his warm palm. Looking into her worried eyes, he said seriously, "I have taken the antidote. The Hundred Poison Hand told me that the poison has been cleared. He said... I will live for a very, very long time."

"If we're lucky, we can grow old together."

Wen Xiaoman's eyes widened suddenly: "What? Grow old together...? But... but the Hundred Poison Hand clearly told me before that it could only extend life by a year or two?"

Upon hearing this, Qiao Sinian raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised: "That's what he told you?"

Seeing Wen Xiaoman nod vigorously, he smiled knowingly. He figured that the guy must have deliberately exaggerated to test Xiaoman's feelings, or to avoid causing her even greater disappointment if she failed.

He reached out and gently wiped away the tears that welled up in her eyes again, his tone tender yet firm: "Xiaoman, I can't guarantee we'll grow old together, and no one can know for sure how long the future will be, but I promise you..."

He gazed into her eyes and said earnestly, "For you, I will try to live a long, long time... I will never leave you alone again."

This statement, which was not a promise but was more than a promise, completely shattered Wen Xiaoman's psychological defenses.

She could no longer hold back and threw herself into his arms again, burying her face in his firm chest, tears streaming down her face and soaking his clothes.

This time, however, all that flowed was joy, happiness, and the excitement of overcoming hardship.

Never before has she felt like the happiest and luckiest person in the world.

......

In the afternoon, the group finally began their descent.

In the distance, behind a lush ancient tree, a black sedan was parked discreetly.

The car windows were tinted with dark film, isolating the interior from the outside world.

Qiao Siyue sat quietly in the back seat, his gaze piercing through the windshield, locking onto the receding figure below the mountain, especially Wen Xiaoman, who was being carefully protected by Qiao Sinian.

This was his last day in the city.

Jossian gave the order that he was not to appear again.

From this day forward, he will never set foot on this land again.

He will never see Qiao Sinian and Wen Xiaoman again.

Unless they voluntarily travel to North America, they may never see each other again in this lifetime.

Thinking of this, he clenched his fists tightly, a feeling of resentment, bitterness, and an indescribable emptiness gnawing at his heart.

That intense urge surged up again, almost driving him to push open the car door and jump out...

Just then, Wen Xiaoman, who was on the mountain path, seemed to be too happy and did not pay attention to her footing. She accidentally stepped on a loose stone, stumbled, and was about to fall.

Qiao Siyue's brow twitched suddenly, and almost reflexively, he tightened his grip on the car door, about to push it open and get out.

However, before he could finish his action, Qiao Sinian had already reached out and steadily supported Wen Xiaoman, bringing her back to his side.

"Be careful." He heard Qiao Sinian's voice, which, though separated by distance, seemed to ring clearly in his ears.

Wen Xiaoman looked up at Qiao Sinian with an incredibly dependent smile and shook her head: "It's nothing, I was just too happy and didn't watch where I was going."

The two smiled at each other, and the natural intimacy and affection flowing between them acted as an invisible barrier, isolating them from everything outside.

It was as if the whole world consisted of only the two of them.

Joss's hand, which was gripping the car door, froze.

All his impulses were frozen at that moment by that heartwarming yet dazzling scene.

He did not get out of the car.

He was just like an outsider, or rather, like a spectator outside the story, silently watching Qiao Sinian carefully escort Wen Xiaoman down the mountain.

The car fell silent again.

He did think about it for a long time.

Does he love Wen Xiaoman?

Yes, he fell in love with Wen Xiaoman.

Even he himself found it absurd.

How could a playboy who frequented brothels and treated love as a game actually fall in love with someone?

The answer is yes.

He didn't know when this feeling had started, but by the time he realized it, he had already lost her forever.

But what makes him think he can compete with Qiao Sinian?

From childhood to adulthood, Qiao Sinian has always had everything he wanted within easy reach. He could easily obtain status, position, and power. Now, he can even easily win over women.

Qiao Siyue couldn't help but sneer.

At this moment, everything he had pursued for half his life seemed utterly ridiculous.

He was destined to lose to him; if the outcome was already decided, it was better to let go sooner rather than later.

Perhaps, deep in his heart, a conscience that had not yet been extinguished was telling him that if anyone in this world could bring happiness to Wen Xiaoman, that person must be Qiao Sinian.

This time, he hopes Wen Xiaoman will be happy.

He moved his slightly dry lips and said to the driver, "Let's go, back to North America."