Yu Chen felt helpless.
It was obvious that his grandfather pushed him out because he saw that he was about to lose.
Mr. Jing couldn't bear to look at his old friend. "Okay, let Xiao Chen come. It's better than your messed up chess game."
Yu Chen had no choice but to play chess, saying that he was giving in, but the black piece fell and instantly turned the tide.
Old Jing, who had just thought that Dugu Qiubai was boring, instantly perked up and looked serious. He thought for a while before making his move.
In half a cup of tea, the large area just occupied by the white pieces has been eaten up by the black pieces. The black pieces' disadvantage has been reversed and they are unstoppable.
It was rare for Old Jing to get addicted to chess again, and he didn't forget to tease Old Yu, "Tsk tsk, you old man are a bad chess player, and so is Yu Yao. I didn't expect your grandson to be so talented in chess."
When talking about this, Old Yu's expression fell. This is the kid from the Genetics Department family.
After a while, Old Jing lost, but he had a great time fighting with a master, and there was some regret in his eyes when he looked at Yu Chen.
What a pity, God is jealous of talented people, he is destined to have a short life. Otherwise, he really wanted to match him with Shi Ling.
As for what he had just said to Elder Yu, about the complicated relationships within the Si family, it was all just excuses. No matter how complicated the Si family relationships were, as far as he knew, the head of the Si family was on Yu Chen's side. It was just that Yu Yao's death had always been a thorn between the Si and Yu families.
Just then, the old housekeeper came over and announced, "Miss Shi Ling and Miss Luo Yuan are here."
The eyes of the three people present lit up.
Shi Ling and Luo Yuan followed into the living room.
"Grandpa!" Shi Ling ran towards Grandpa Jing holding the airline box.
During these days of getting along, although Mr. Jing always had a serious face, Shi Ling could feel that he was an old man with a cold appearance but a warm heart, as kind and proud as her grandmother abroad.
"Grandpa Jing." Luo Yuan also greeted Grandpa Jing politely.
Jing Lao nodded, his eyes falling on the airline box in Shi Ling's hand, vaguely catching sight of the cat inside. Ever since he adopted Shi Ling as his granddaughter, he hadn't spent much of the pocket money he'd given her, but she had always given him gifts.
None of them were expensive things, there were even Bodhi beads that cost ten yuan each on Pinduoduo and small items from roadside stalls, but they made Mr. Jing feel the real world for once.
She gave him gifts not to please him, but simply because she saw something interesting and beautiful along the way, and brought it to him. Just like when she took a photo of a cloud with a unique shape on the road and shared it with him.
Old Jing glanced at the box in Shi Ling's hand, took a sip of tea slowly, and asked casually, "What else did you bring me on the way?"
"Ah, this is not for you. It's a silver tabby cat I adopted from the pet hospital. Look, isn't it cute?" Shi Ling took the cat out and held it by the scruff of its neck. The whole cat was hanging like a piece of bacon, with its face drooping.
Hearing that it wasn't for him, Mr. Jing frowned and said, "Ugly."
The silver-colored cat exhaled at him.
Shi Ling looked down at the silver gradient and felt that it was at most a bit fierce, but not ugly. "You don't like it?"
Jing Lao snorted: "It's not for me, what does it matter whether I like it or not?"
Shi Ling was a little conflicted: "But I plan to keep it at home. If you don't like it, I live on campus and no one will take care of it."
Mr. Yu next to him suddenly said, "Support my family!" (End of this chapter)
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