Jingmin stopped at the entrance of the pear orchard.
The sun was blazing overhead, yet he felt a chill throughout his body, and his sculpted face was tinged with a distinct air of gloom.
Yang Jinchu... Yang Jinchu, just hearing that name from her lips was enough to make him tense up and ignite his anger.
There's a lingering, painful shadow that can hang over your heart even when mentioned unintentionally, refusing to dissipate for a long time.
He suddenly hated this side of himself, how easily he was swayed by her words.
As expected, the intimacy at the restaurant was an act. He dared not linger any longer, afraid that if he heard any more, he would lose control and go berserk. He left quickly.
Hearing the footsteps fade into the distance, Chu Wuyang adopted a look of anticipation, her eyes filled with a chilling, penetrating light, and said with disdain:
"You're now officially recognized as the fifth young lady of the Chu family, a proper lady from a prestigious family. How come you still have such a petty and uncouth attitude?"
If you like him, just be honest and tell him directly. Don't always try to use underhanded tactics to sow discord...
Lin Yuebai's face paled; perhaps she hadn't recovered from nearly falling earlier.
He was trembling slightly, and his face showed the embarrassment of being exposed.
"I don't"
Chu Wuyang didn't want to argue with her pointlessly. If she had been even a little more frank, she would have thought more highly of her.
"I've already played along with your act, so how about it? Aren't you going to consider my suggestion?"
Lin Yuebai knew she was referring to the shares; she had already caught a glimpse of Jing Min when she turned to the side.
She deliberately misled Chu Wuyang into still having feelings for her ex-fiancé.
She agreed to the marriage because she wanted revenge on Jing Min for protecting her and to obtain the shares.
Her grandmother killed her grandmother, and Chu Wuyang wanted revenge on her and her grandmother.
In the main garden tea room, Jingmin hesitated to place the white chess piece in his hand. Master Chu picked up the tea beside him.
"Something on your mind? Is it something about work, or did you have a fight with Yangyang?"
When I heard Grandpa Chu mention the name "Yangyang",
Jingmin put down the game board in his hand without saying a word.
Now that the old man understood, he glanced at him.
"Is Yangyang leaving again this time?"
Jing Min remained expressionless and said calmly, "I don't know."
Master Chu always thought Jingmin was the most promising of all the younger generation, decisive and ruthless in his career at a young age.
However, he is completely clueless when it comes to matters of the heart.
Grandpa Chu then asked:
"Are you planning to live like this, separated by the Pacific Ocean, from now on?"
Jing Min casually placed a chess piece down and uttered a few words, "Let's wait a little longer!"
"Wait? Wait until when? Until Yangyang brings up divorce with you?"
When Jingmin heard Master Chu's question, the tea he had just picked up spilled a little.
He lowered his eyes. A drop of water fell onto his black trousers, quickly spreading and leaving only a small, noticeable dark stain. He took a tissue and wiped it away.
The mark was subtle, yet impossible to ignore.
He looked down and remained silent.
Old Master Chu waited a moment, but he didn't speak, so it seemed he had guessed correctly.
Jingmin just said he was going to the pear orchard to get the chess set.
It was said that they had acquired an ivory chess set with great difficulty, and had sent someone to deliver it from the Jing family that morning. The old man had no other hobbies, but he had devoted most of his life to studying chess.
In his words, the small chessboard, though confined to a small space, contains boundless wisdom, and the battles on the chessboard are no less intense than the competition in his business empire.
However, the former's win or loss depends solely on how the player places their bets.
There is a cause, but the latter is directly related to the result.
Seeing Jing Min return empty-handed and with a gloomy expression, he had a pretty good idea of what was going on. He sighed.
"Although Grandpa believes you are of high character and would never do something like this—looking left and right, trying to have your cake and eat it too—outsiders..."
Jingmin, unusually, interrupted and replied seriously:
"Grandpa, I have no other relationship with Chu Yuebai, and this contact was just normal work."
"The children's amusement park entertainment project was taught by her dance troupe, and I will arrange for others to follow up later."
Master Chu nodded, not pressing the matter further. He knew the crux of the problem lay between them.
Once they figure things out themselves, all other problems will cease to be problems.
Silence, a long silence. Jing Min hesitated to place his chess piece.
"If you don't know which move to make, stop, think more, and look at the big picture. Those involved are often blinded by their own perspective; looking too closely is too intense. Step back from the chessboard, loosen your grip, and you might gain something different."
After saying this meaningfully,
Jing Min looked dejected and put down the chess piece, saying, "I lost."
He was very skilled at chess; when he was a teenager, he defeated Master Chu in a game of chess.
But today's game was played extremely poorly.
September in Haicheng was still quite hot and humid, but because the Chu family mansion was built in a courtyard style, the grounds were lush and verdant.
The tea room is also a semi-open-air design.
The artificial hills and flowing water, along with the interplay of plants, create a picturesque scene reminiscent of a traditional Chinese gathering with wine cups floating on a winding stream. The air is cool, and the aroma of tea wafts through the air.
Master Chu glanced at him, shook his head, and slowly spoke while blowing on the steaming tea in his hand.
"Playing chess requires patience and focus. If you lack the mental drive right now, you'll have to admit defeat."
"Yangyang may seem well-behaved on the outside, but she is actually rebellious on the inside. She started learning painting with her grandmother when she was eight years old and she is extremely talented."
"But she said she hated drawing, threw a tantrum, smashed up the art studio, and ran home to cry to her grandmother that drawing was too hard,"
"In winter, paint gets stuck to your body, making you dirty and uncomfortable. She said she doesn't like painting but prefers dancing. Her grandma felt sorry for her granddaughter, so she agreed that if it was tough, she wouldn't have to learn; if she liked dancing, she could dance."
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