Chapter 89 My Grandfather and I Are in Harmony

Jiang Siyu had neither the mood nor the time to watch the father and daughter argue in front of her. She glanced at Yu Zhe, who had come with her.

Yu Zhe immediately understood.

He stepped forward, grabbed Xia Jing's father's raised hand as he was about to slap Xia Jing again, and pulled him aside forcefully.

Xia's father staggered a couple of steps after being pulled by Yu Zhe before he could barely stand. This disheveled state made his face turn ugly.

"President Jiang, President Bo, this is the Xia family!" He tried his best to suppress his anger and reminded them, but his tone was still unpleasant.

Upon hearing this, Bo Siye's sinister gaze finally landed on him. "So?"

A casual question left Xia's father seething with anger, unable to vent it.

Jiang Siyu didn't even look at him, and said to Xia Jing, "Lead the way."

Xia Jing and her father's attitude made Jiang Siyu vaguely realize that things might be different from what she had guessed, but in any case, her grandfather's death was definitely related to the Xia family.

Xia Jing nodded with tears in her eyes: "Okay."

After saying that, she turned around and was about to lead Jiang Siyu and the others to the backyard. Xia's father, who was being stopped by Yu Zhe, saw this scene and all his anger disappeared, leaving only endless panic.

The Xia family is no longer what it used to be. He doesn't even dare to offend Jiang Siyu, let alone Bo Siye.

If Jiang Siyu were to find out the truth about what happened back then... Xia's father felt that he already had one foot in the grave.

Ignoring Yu Zhe's attempts to stop him, he rushed forward again, shouting, "This is the Xia family's home! You're trespassing! I can sue you!"

"Yu Zhe!"

Before Bo Siye could even get close to the two men, Xia's father was kicked away by Yu Zhe.

Xia's father was almost fifty years old. After being kicked by Yu Zhe, he fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.

Jiang Siyu looked down at him, who was clutching his stomach and groaning: "Xia Hong, you, and your entire Xia family, can't stop me today."

Jiang Siyu is emotionally detached, and this detachment sometimes makes people feel that she is a stable person who doesn't get angry.

But at this moment, her dark eyes narrowed slightly, and the coldness emanating from her was even greater than usual, making people involuntarily feel a bit timid.

When Xia Hong looked into Jiang Siyu's emotionless eyes, he felt as if someone was choking him, and he couldn't utter a word for a long time.

When he came to his senses from the shock, Jiang Siyu and the others were no longer in the front hall.

In the backyard of the Xia family, Xia Jing led the way in silence, her lips pursed, the pain on her face a reminder of everything she had just experienced.

However, Xia Jing did not regret it; people always have to pay the price for their mistakes.

Soon, the group arrived at the door of the room where Grandpa Xia lived.

Seeing Jiang Siyu about to step forward, Xia Jing stopped her raised hand, his eyes filled with a pleading look.

"Grandpa isn't in good health. Could you please be as gentle as possible when you talk to him later?"

These days, she has been inquiring about Jiang Siyu's style of doing things, and knows that although she is cold-hearted, she is still quite lenient in her actions.

That's why I dared to make such a bold request.

Before Jiang Siyu could answer, a series of suppressed coughs came from inside the room, followed by an old voice.

"Xiao Jing, please invite the Jiang family's little girl in."

The voice... Jiang Siyu's heart trembled, and past scenes flashed through her mind.

Jiang Siyu's maternal grandfather enjoyed playing chess, drinking tea, and listening to music. Through these hobbies, he made many friends, among whom the closest was the old man from the Xia family.

Jiang Siyu's rarest opportunity to go out during her childhood was when Song Jinhe took her to visit her maternal grandparents.

Since returning to the place where she grew up, Song Jinhe feels much safer, and with her grandmother by her side, she gives Jiang Siyu much more free time to play than when she's at home.

When my grandfather went out to play at this time, he would take Jiang Siyu with him.

The person her maternal grandfather saw most often was the old man of the Xia family. The two of them would often set up a chessboard in the pavilion and start playing chess. Jiang Siyu found it interesting and would watch from the side.

She learned chess around that time.

Sometimes Jiang Siyu would even give her grandfather advice on which move to make in chess, and at that time Grandpa Xia would say:

“Little girl from the Jiang family, you can’t help your grandfather, that lousy chess player, cheat.”

Yes, my grandfather loved playing chess, but he was really terrible at it. Even Jiang Siyu, who had only recently started playing Go, was much better than him.

Jiang Siyu has loved her maternal grandparents since she was a child, and she always gives them all her affection.

Therefore, whenever faced with Grandpa Xia's teasing, Jiang Siyu would solemnly emphasize:

"Grandpa and I are on the same side!" So there's nothing wrong with helping Grandpa.

At this point, Grandpa Xia laughed and scolded Jiang Siyu, "You little girl, don't take the surname Jiang anymore, take the surname Song instead."

Back then, Grandpa would pinch Jiang Siyu's soft cheeks and say, "Even if our little treasure has the surname Jiang, she's still the apple of our Song family's eye..."

The scenes from my childhood haven't faded with time; on the contrary, they've become clearer because of how precious those memories are.

Jiang Siyu suppressed the pain in her heart and looked up.

As Xia Jing pushed open the door, Grandpa Xia, dressed in a Zhongshan suit and sitting by the window in front of the chessboard, saw Jiang Siyu.

For a moment, Old Master Xia was dazed when he saw Jiang Siyu's features clearly. Only after Jiang Siyu entered did he whisper:

"I've grown up." And I've become more indifferent.

Since Song Jinhe's death, Jiang Siyu has rarely visited the Song family.

Jiang Dingbang forbade it, and the Song family elders were also saddened and haggard whenever they saw Jiang Siyu, which reminded them of the deceased Song Jinhe.

Since Jiang Siyu didn't go to the Song family, Old Master Xia naturally wouldn't be able to see her.

Seeing that lively and playful little girl from back then today fills me with sorrow.

If that old man knew his beloved grandson was like this, he'd probably crawl out of the ground and beat up everyone who bullied him.

"This junior greets Grandpa Xia." Jiang Siyu nodded to the old man in front of her, maintaining the proper etiquette.

Grandpa Xia forced a smile at her before saying:

"Sit down and play another game with the old man."

Since Jiang Siyu's maternal grandfather passed away, Grandpa Xia has not played chess with anyone again.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Siyu looked at the chessboard in front of Grandpa Xia and immediately recognized it as the chessboard that he and his maternal grandfather often used.

Jiang Siyu did not refuse.

She sat down opposite Grandpa Xia and picked up the black card.

Jiang Siyu's maternal grandfather liked to use black sesame seeds because the dark green color revealed when the light shines through them was very beautiful.

As the black pieces landed, Jiang Siyu and Grandpa Xia focused all their attention on the anticipation before them.

Bo Siye had never studied Go, so he couldn't understand the game.

However, he could read Old Master Xia's expression.

Seeing the increasing sweat on his forehead and the growing seriousness in his expression, Bo Siye knew that Jiang Siyu had the upper hand in this round.

He didn't disturb the two of them, but just stood behind Jiang Siyu and watched her fair, slightly pink fingers pick up a black chess piece, twirl it between her fingers, and then casually put it down.