This time, Ren Shimin may have persisted longer than Ren Yijun, but in the end he still returned empty-handed and lost two cents.
Ren Yaoqi looked at the final chess game, thoughtful.
The result was the same in another game. This time Ren Shimin lost three cents.
Ren Yijun laughed heartily, stretched out his hand to pat Mr. Han on the shoulder, and said admiringly: "You are really good!"
Ren Yaoqi couldn't help but be slightly stunned. This was the first time she saw Ren Yijun laugh, and it was a hearty laugh. With this smile, the gloomy temperament that had originally appeared on him disappeared, and the youthful liveliness and vitality emanated from him.
Ren Shimin also looked at Master Han with admiration: "Yun Qian, I give up!"
Ren Yaoqi looked at the two men of the Ren family and finally understood why his father, who never cared about the affairs of the backyard in his previous life, suddenly became concerned about his daughter's marriage. He sincerely hoped that Han Yunqian would be his son-in-law. In his eyes, good painting, good calligraphy, and good chess skills were his standards for choosing friends and also his standards for choosing a son-in-law.
Among the daughters, Ren Yaohua's age is most suitable for Han Yunqian.
"Another plate?" Ren Yijun suggested enthusiastically.
Han Yunqian glanced outside and said apologetically, "It's getting late. I'm afraid my mother and sister have already left. How about we stop here today? Next time, I'll be the host and invite you two to my house for tea and chess."
Ren Yijun had a strange temper: if he liked you, he would be very tolerant of you. On the contrary, if you displeased him, he would make things difficult for you.
Han Yunqian was right up his alley, so he didn't seem upset when he rejected his proposal. Instead, he nodded and said, "That's fine. What about you, Third Uncle?"
Ren Shimin was a very nice person, so he didn't force anything. He smiled and said, "Then let's play next time. I need to study the winning strategy carefully today."
Han Yunqian stood up to leave, and Ren Shimin also stood up: "I'll go out with you."
Han Yunqian hurriedly said, "You are the elder, how can Yunqian trouble you to see me off? Yunqian still needs to go to the old lady to say goodbye."
Ren Shimin suddenly remembered that his daughter was still waiting for him here, and he couldn't help but look at Ren Yaoqi hesitantly.
Ren Yijun waved his hand and said, "Why bother with these empty formalities? Can Yun Qian blame us for neglecting him? I'll let Duobao take him there. Third Uncle, can you sit down and discuss with me how the previous chess moves went?" He didn't seem to be at all shy.
Han Yunqian smiled and nodded, then bowed to everyone.
"Mr. Han, Duobao will take you out." Ren Yijun stepped forward and said.
Han Yunqian followed Duobao away. Ren Yaoqi stared at his back quietly as he disappeared into the warm room, without saying a word from beginning to end.
"Uncle San, how about we review the previous chess game?" Ren Yijun was eager to try. While playing, he started to restore the chessboard. It was just when Ren Shimin was about to lose the previous game.
"Yaoyao, do you have something to ask daddy?" Ren Shimin asked his daughter with a smile.
"Uncle San, if you have something to say, just wait a while." Ren Yijun glared at Ren Yaoqi with dissatisfaction and impatience.
Ren Yaoqi winked at Ren Shimin, then squatted down to help Ren Yijun review the game.
Ren Yijun glanced at her and, seeing that she was doing nothing wrong, followed her.
Ren Shimin laughed and touched Ren Yaoqi's head, then sat down opposite Ren Yijun.
"I remember, it was here that you started losing just now, Third Uncle. Yunqian's move was brilliant! He instantly secured half of the throne." Ren Yijun placed a piece, exactly the same move Han Yunqian had made earlier. "Third Uncle, how about giving you one more chance to turn defeat into victory?"
Ren Shimin held the teapot, stroked his chin and pondered for a long time. Just as he was about to make a move, he saw a slender white hand suddenly stretched out from the side, took the white piece in his hand, and placed it on the chessboard.
Ren Shimin was stunned and didn't react.
Ren Yijun was angry, and was about to curse when he glanced at the chessboard. His eyes immediately widened: "Second...move!"
"Is that Mr. Han really that powerful?" Ren Yaoqi held his chin up and made a face, looking unconvinced. "I don't think so." This chapter has been read (please click on the next chapter to continue reading!)
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