Sirius M

#CEO #Romance #AgeGap #LoveAtFirstSight #Billionaire #MultipleBirth #FaceSlapping 
 
The prestigious Yang Family of the capital, renowned for their immense wealth and influence, is also infamous for their scant number of family members. For six generations, the Yang family has been blessed with only a single child per generation, making Kendrick Yang the sole successor of this powerful lineage.

“Kendrick, since you’ve divorced Amelia, it’s high time you find someone to bear an heir; otherwise, our family legacy will end with you!” Old Madam Yang, declared, her voice laced with desperation.

“I know what I’m doing,” Kendrick replied curtly, his expression an impenetrable mask.

“Stop nagging Kendrick! Amelia will always be my only granddaughter-in-law,” Old Master Yang insisted with unwavering authority, his eyes glinting with resolve.

Nearby, Amelia overheard the conversation, a bittersweet smile tugged at her lips. She thought, ‘Who said Kendrick doesn’t have any successors? He has five of them with me; but it’s for me to know and for him to find out.’ With a determined stride, she walked straight to the banquet hall.

Just as Amelia vanished into the crowd, four striking, confident figures appeared before Kendrick and his grandparents.

“If we are not his heirs, then what are we?” Aristide, the oldest, asked, with defiant tilt of his chin as he spoke. 

“Who said my father needed another woman?” Bérenger chimed in, his eyes burning with intensity, his small fists clenched tightly.

“If he dares to replace Mom, I’ll beat him to a pulp!” Chevalier declared, his small frame exuding fierce protectiveness.

“If he dares to find another woman, big brother, just bankrupt his company!” Diedonné suggested, his voice dripping with a cold, calculating tone.

Kendrick “….”

“A, B, C, D! How could you leave me behind?” Eimhir, panting and out of breath, complained. But when she saw Kendrick, her eyes lit up with joy. “Daddy! We finally found you!”

I'M A ONCE IN A LIFETIME KIND OF WOMAN

“Xiao Xing,” Old Master Yang called out, his voice resonating like a melodious chime, calm yet authoritative, as he approached the General. 


General Han Xing immediately rose from his chair, his posture fluid and respectful. He greeted the Old Master with a deep bow, his forehead nearly grazing the table in an act of reverence. “Uncle Yang,” General Han Xing replied, his voice steady, but his heart raced beneath the surface, and unmistakable anxiety crept into his frame, his respect for Old Master Yang undeniable. 


“Good, good. I haven't seen Xiao Xing for a long time,” Old Master Yang exclaimed, his eyes glimmering with a mixture of fondness and authority, sharp as the edge of a well-honed blade. “Seat, seat,” he commanded, motioning for everyone to take their places. Kendrick shifted uneasily, taking a seat beside the Old Master, the weight of the impending conversation pressing down on him like a leaden cloak. 


GIVE ME SOME FACE TOO