Chapter 77 He does not accept victory or defeat.
When Song Baoyuan looked up, Jiang Keyu's hand had already pulled away with the petals, and she didn't even have the chance to refuse.
For some reason, she subconsciously looked at Xie Yuchao opposite her, but the moment their eyes met, she quickly looked away.
"Why is Mr. Xie here too?" Jiang Keyu asked as a greeting.
Xie Yuchao chuckled, his tone casual, "Of course I'm different from Jiang Shaoqing. Someone expected me to come here, so I dare not disobey."
I'm not like some people who come uninvited.
There are indeed many people looking forward to it, Song Baoyuan thought, there is a large group of people downstairs.
Who? Jiang Keyu glanced at the person beside her casually.
"Since it's such a coincidence, and Jiang Shaoqing doesn't look like he has anything important to do, how about we continue the game that ended inconclusively last time and decide the winner?"
Xie Yuchao smiled harmlessly, "It just so happens that I have a photographic memory, so I can reconstruct the chess game."
Knowing it was a provocation, Jiang Keyu didn't look at the other side. Instead, she reached out and touched her son's head, saying nonchalantly, "Thank you, Master, for worrying too much. I haven't forgotten the chess game that day."
The corners of his lips curved up in a hint of contempt. "If Master Xie wants another duel, you can do so anytime."
Song Baoyuan was suspicious.
It doesn't sound like they're evenly matched, or that they respect each other. It feels really strange, even a bit... gun-like.
No one spoke in the room, and slowly only the sound of chess pieces falling to the ground remained.
Maybe they were too serious, even Jiang Chengyou was obedient. He was nestled in his mother's arms, feeling really bored, so he whispered, "Can I go out and play?"
Song Baoyuan nodded, "But you can't run out."
Jiang Chengyou slammed his head hard, then ran outside, passing by Cen Zhou who was carrying tea into the room.
"Give it to me." Song Baoyuan stood up and wanted to take the teacup.
Cen Zhou hesitated for a moment, glanced at the person holding the chess piece in his left hand with his peripheral vision, and finally handed over the teacup without saying a word, turned around and left silently.
Song Baoyuan glanced around at the two people playing chess, poured out two cups of tea, pushed them to their hands, and did not say anything to disturb them.
She found the account book from the cabinet beside her and flipped through it quietly.
Although she knew that she was not very good at chess and could not figure out the tricks, she could not help but glance at the chessboard, feeling itchy inside.
I didn’t feel anything last time, but today I’m a little curious about the results.
After all, both of them seem determined to win, but there can only be one winner.
Before I knew it, an hour had passed.
Because she was always distracted, Song Baoyuan only flipped through a few pages of the account book and her mind was confused.
Another quarter of an hour later, she turned her face away and yawned secretly.
When she rubbed her eyes and turned around, her eyes met Jiang Keyu's who was silently glancing at her, and she couldn't help but be stunned.
The latter seemed to have caught her little movement, with a faint smile in his eyes.
In an instant, Song Baoyuan recalled a summer day many years ago when her parents ordered her to practice calligraphy. While she was writing, she fell asleep at her desk.
Before waking up, she felt her nose itchy, as if someone was teasing her, so she closed her eyes and slapped her nose forward in annoyance.
"Stop it!"
After missing the target, she muttered something in dissatisfaction, turned over and continued to sleep.
The next moment, a smiling voice sounded in her ears.
"We're going to miss lunch, Sister Baoyuan."
She suddenly woke up, opened her eyes wide, and looked at the man who was smiling at her, holding a pen in his hand, with a playful look on his face.
"Um!"
She realized belatedly that her face was stained with ink and looked embarrassed, and she hurriedly spread her hands to cover her face.
But at this moment, Song Baoyuan was distracted for a moment, and after reacting, she calmly put down her hand and naturally avoided looking at him.
It's all over.
Xie Yuchao was unaware of their brief exchange, staring intently at the chessboard with an unknown situation.
“Bang, bang.”
The tea from more than two hours ago had gone cold, so Cen Zhou brought a new teacup to replace it.
Song Baoyuan was still the only one who paid attention to him. She stood up and tried to take it, "Give it to me."
But this time, Cen Zhou didn't let go. He said simply, "I'll do it."
"It's okay." Song Baoyuan still reached out.
"I'll do it." Cen Zhou was extremely stubborn.
"Bang!"
"you……"
After a few pulls, the teacup fell out of Cen Zhou's palm and hit Jiang Keyu's right shoulder who was closest to him.
The scalding tea splashed everywhere, and Jiang Keyu's neck immediately turned red. He clenched his hand holding the chess piece into a fist and slammed it on the table.
"Excuse me."
Cen Zhou apologized indifferently and began to peel off the clothes on his right shoulder with a clear goal.
Although Jiang Keyu was enduring the pain, she reacted very quickly and grabbed his hand and pushed him away.
"You, take off your clothes first." Song Baoyuan said anxiously, staring at his right shoulder and watching the blood spread.
Jiang Keyu also didn't let her touch him, "Call me Lu'an."
"I'll go call a doctor." Xie Yuchao on the opposite side frowned and stood up hurriedly.
Cen Zhou did not give up and tried even harder to tear off Jiang Keyu's clothes, but the latter was also stubborn and kept pulling at the clothes on her shoulders, refusing to let go.
"Don't touch my husband!"
Liu'an rushed in hurriedly, roared, and pushed Cen Zhou away with his body.
Song Baoyuan was startled by him.
"Miss, I just saw the young master and the young lady fighting downstairs. Please go and take a look. I'm here with you, Mr.
"A fight broke out?"
Song Baoyuan couldn't hide her surprise. She had already walked out when she heard it. Although she looked back worriedly when she reached the door, she still left.
Liu'an turned around and glared at Cen Zhou, then helped Jiang Keyu up and said, "My dear, please bear with it for a while. Let's go to the next room and stay away from me."
When Song Baoyuan came back, only Cen Zhou was left quietly picking up the broken porcelain pieces on the ground.
"Why did you pour hot tea on him?" Song Baoyuan was confused. "It's not like you didn't know he was injured!"
Cen Zhou's body stiffened. "I, didn't mean to do that."
"You're practically writing it on your face, and you're still lying?"
Song Baoyuan heard footsteps approaching from behind. She turned around and saw that it was Xie Yuchao. She hurriedly asked, "Where is the doctor?"
"I went in." Xie Yuchao stood aside, "But they wouldn't let me in."
Song Baoyuan stepped over the threshold to see what was going on, but the door of the next room was locked. She could only see someone busy inside from the shadow on the window.
She turned back helplessly, "Even if you don't like him, you shouldn't be so against him."
Cen Zhou had already stood up, with his head lowered, and the tray in his hand was full of broken porcelain from teacups.
The veins on the back of his hands were bulging, and it was obvious that he was using a lot of force.
"He doesn't look... injured at all. He must be lying to you!"
"Didn't you see he was bleeding? Why would he lie to me about this for no reason? What good would it do?" Song Baoyuan didn't understand. "Besides, you used such hot tea, he would have gotten hurt even if he hadn't been injured to begin with!"
"No, it's not that serious."
Cen Zhou's eyes wandered as he stole a glance at her expression. "At most, it will hurt him a little."
Seeing that he showed no sign of repentance, Song Baoyuan became even more angry, "You still dare to say you didn't mean it?"
"He treats you badly, so what if he gets hurt." Cen Zhou whispered.
Song Baoyuan widened her eyes slightly, "How do you know he treats me badly?"
"Otherwise, why would you want to divorce him?"
"You..." Song Baoyuan was stunned. "What does this have to do with you? Even if he is no longer my husband, he is still the child my parents raised with all their heart and soul. He is my brother. How could he treat me badly?"
Cen Zhou seemed to be hesitant to speak, appearing a little tongue-tied. He lowered his head to hide the anger in his eyes.
In the next room, Jiang Keyu changed his clothes and sat on a chair, while Liu'an was applying medicine to the large red marks on his neck.
"This kid is really vicious." Liu'an was angry. "If this tea were any hotter, it would leave scars."
Jiang Keyu played with the round jar of ointment in her hand and said, "I was careless. I was only on guard against that guy named Xie."
"These two waiters in the teahouse are dishonest. When do you plan to deal with them, sir?"
Jiang Keyu thought for a moment and sighed, "If I take action now, I'm afraid Ayuan will be even more resentful of me."
Lu'an disagreed, "The young lady is not an unreasonable person."
Jiang Keyu lowered her eyes, thinking about what they had said during the previous argument, and felt complicated.
After a long pause, he said, "Let's wait until there's more evidence."
It was a quarter of an hour later when the medicine was administered.
When Jiang Keyu came out of the room, she walked along the railing and saw Cen Zhou busy downstairs.
He walked left, wanting to return to Song Baoyuan's room, but stopped when he heard a conversation.
"He really didn't treat you badly?"
It was Xie Yuchao's voice.
Sitting across from the chessboard, Song Baoyuan lowered her eyes when she heard this question, and a moment of confusion flashed in her eyes.
"At least, that's what he thinks."
Xie Yuchao leaned forward, wanting to be closer to her. "So how do you feel?"
Song Baoyuan was stunned for a long time, as if it was difficult to answer.
Outside the house, Jiang Keyu became uncontrollably nervous.
"I think it's better for people not to be greedy." Song Baoyuan said indifferently, "It's enough for him to stay the way he is now."
"I have nothing more to ask of you."
In an instant, the words that Ayuan once said, which Jiang Keyu tried to forget and ignore, exploded in his mind again.
No expectations, in other words, means utter disappointment.
Is he really so unforgivable?
"Although you two have an inseparable relationship, if you're not comfortable with him, it's best to stay away from him as soon as possible." Xie Yuchao said seriously, "I don't think he's a decent person."
Song Baoyuan was surprised, "How did you know that?"
"this."
Xie Yuchao used his eyes to signal her to look at the chessboard, "The player is like the style of chess."
Song Baoyuan looked at it carefully, but couldn't make out what it was and didn't understand its meaning.
Outside the door, Jiang Keyu clenched her fists and told herself to stay calm.
Suppressing the surging emotions in his heart, he knocked on the door, pushed open the half-closed door, and strode in.
Song Baoyuan turned around when she heard the voice and looked at his still red neck. "Are you okay?"
"fine."
Jiang Keyu smiled, walked to her side, picked up the black chess piece, and calmly placed it, "Thank you, Master. Go ahead."
Song Baoyuan was puzzled, "You still want to continue? Are you really okay?"
"It's okay." Jiang Keyu's tone was gentle, but her words were completely different. "I'm afraid that if nothing comes of it, Mr. Xie will never know his own worth."
Xie Yuchao remained calm, picking up the white chess piece and saying with a smile, "I'll also give this to Jiang Shaoqing."
Song Baoyuan was stunned.
Why does the atmosphere feel even more tense? If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have thought it was Master Xie who just poured the hot tea on him.
When Jiang Keyu looked at the chess board again, his expression became much colder.
Even without paying special attention, Song Baoyuan could sense his seriousness and...depression. Obviously, he was a little unhappy.
He had a blank expression on his face. In comparison, although Xie Yuchao's expression did not change significantly, if you looked closely, you could see that he was becoming serious and even solemn little by little.
Song Baoyuan thought it would be another long game.
Unexpectedly, just as she was distracted, Jiang Keyu suddenly spoke.
"Thank you."
Song Baoyuan looked up in shock and looked at Xie Yuchao who was also in disbelief.
So much so that she didn't notice that the person next to her looked at her first.
Jiang Keyu did not feel the slightest joy of winning, but instead tightened her grip.
Since when did she start paying more attention to other men?
No.
Can't.
He didn't accept it.
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