In the Wang family’s mansion.

Under the eaves, Mr. Wang was still sitting there, playing chess with calmness. Opposite was Wang Dong, who was anxious. Although he was holding the chess piece in his hand, his eyes kept floating out the door, obviously absent-minded.

As Mr. Wang's son landed on the ground, Mr. Wang smiled softly and said, "Those who are not good at playing chess will lose."

Wang Dong looked down and saw that although he was not dead yet, he didn't know the miscellaneous things and was so confused that he was surrounded by his father.

"Oh, dad, I don't have the heart to play chess. You know that I'm waiting for news from Simin now, you..." Wang Dong sighed helplessly.

He was anxious like an ant on a hot pan, and he was restless, but his old father was dragged to play chess.

"How many times have I told you that those who have accomplished great things should not be impatient. You can't control the consequences, so why bother to be anxious?"

"Oh, it's just a game of chess."

"Chess is like life. One step is wrong, every step is wrong." Mr. Wang smiled.

"Well said!"

At this moment, a young and powerful voice came from the gate. Wang Dong suddenly looked up and finally released a smile on his anxious face.

"Dad, it's Han Sanqian." Wang Dong said happily.

Mr. Wang just smiled lightly, but did not get up and looked at the chessboard quietly.

Han Sanqian stepped in and Wang Simin followed behind him with a group of men in white and porters carrying sedan chairs. Wang Dong hurriedly greeted him with a smile.

Han Sanqian just smiled at him, then came to the chess game in a few steps.

After scanning the chessboard, Han Sanqian smiled at Wang Dong with a bitter voice: "I lost a lot."

Wang Dong touched his head embarrassedly. Not to mention being absent-minded just now, even if he played seriously, he wouldn't be his father's opponent. "I have poor chess skills, but it turned out to be a dead end. Otherwise, you can play with my father again?"

Han Sanqian came in and played chess with his father. Although this was something Wang Dong didn't expect, he was happy to see it.

At least Han Sanqian is so rude, at least it means that he actually regards the Wang family as a friend in his heart, otherwise it would not have been like this.

Han Sanqian carefully studied the chess game, and Wang Dong stopped talking. He asked Wang Simin to make tea quickly, while he himself smiled and observed with his hands behind his back.

Wang Simin quickly served tea, poured two cups on the table, and intentionally brought Han Sanqian's cup to Han Sanqian's side.

Mr. Wang wanted to reach out and take his own hands, but was shocked to find that his granddaughter put the tea on Han Sanqian's side, so he squatted beside Han Sanqian to watch him play chess, without any intention of serving him. He couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly, "You are not a big girl."

Han Sanqian touched his chin and was fully focused on the chess game, not paying attention to these details at all.

In terms of chess game, this game is really difficult. Although it is not a complete dead game, because Wang Dong’s previous game was so messy that every move was wrong, and it seemed that he could not last for a few rounds no matter how he walked.

After flirting for a long time, Han Sanqian did not come up with a solution, and the whole atmosphere suddenly became very quiet.

Although Qin Simin didn't understand chess, she watched it because Han Sanqian was playing. But when she saw Han Sanqian at a loss, she could only shut her mouth obediently and even relieve her breathing, for fear that it would affect Han Sanqian's thoughts.

A moment later, Han Sanqian suddenly had a smile on his lips.

Immediately afterwards, gently put down a son.

Wang Dong suddenly bent over and picked up the one that Han Sanqian had just fallen, and shamelessly said to his father: "I've been wrong, I've been wrong, Sanqian is slipping his hand."

After saying that, Wang Dong handed the chess piece to Han Sanqian. Han Sanqian smiled helplessly, and took the chess piece and still put it back in place.

Wang Dong was stunned. Although his chess skills were not very good, they were influenced by his father and could only make do with it. Even he could see that Han Sanqian's move was actually not very meaningful.

Not only can he not defend against the opponent's attack, but the key is that he almost gave up his own attack.

"You're going to die if there are three moves. Are you sure you don't defend?" Mr. Wang smiled.

Han Sanqian smiled but said nothing.

Mr. Wang shook his head and chuckled as he just raised his son, but suddenly found that Han Sanqian had just made a move, which seemed quite strange.

The whole hand stopped in the air!

"Do you want to get around?" Mr. Wang finally discovered Han Sanqian's intention, turned around and blocked Han Sanqian's side.

Han Sanqian didn't say anything, and another son fell down.

Mr. Wang immediately followed.

Half an hour later, as Han Sanqian fell down again, Mr. Wang's originally frowned and frowned even tighter, and then he laughed.

"Miaoqi, wonderful chess." Mr. Wang praised loudly.

Wang Dong was completely stunned. Although Han Sanqian did not win his father in this game, his father could not win Han Sanqian.

Seeing that his grandfather was so moved, Wang Simin had no idea what was going on.

Only Mr. Wang shook his head and smiled.

"It seems that it's time to hand over the things I've been hiding for nearly a hundred years to him." Mr. Wang chuckled at Wang Dong.
Chapter completed!