Beloved One of the Prestigious Household-Chapter 160: Accepting Defeat Voluntarily

Old Mr. Ji, a renowned master of chess, naturally discerned the situation, causing his expression to grow increasingly solemn.

He furrowed his brow, deep in thought, seemingly attempting to break free from the chessboard meticulously set up by the little girl.

However, regardless of which move he made, the little girl effortlessly responded with her own as if each of her steps had long been anticipated.

After fifteen minutes, Old Mr. Ji suddenly let out a sigh, his spirit and body feeling as though they had just experienced a great battle, accompanied by an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

It was now Old Mr. Ji’s turn to make a move, but instead of reaching for a chess piece, he simply said, "Ann’s chess skills are truly exquisite. It was my arrogance that led me to consider taking her as my disciple."

He chuckled self-deprecatingly, "It should be me who becomes Ann’s student."

Upon hearing Old Mr. Ji’s words, little Qin Sui’an immediately shook her head, her round eyes earnestly gazing at Old Mr. Ji as she said in a childish voice, "Ann doesn’t make disciples."

Old Mr. Ji burst into laughter, "Haha..."

The little girl was simply too adorable!

Throughout his life, Old Mr. Ji had played countless games and encountered numerous opponents, yet none had made him feel like a mere chess piece on the board.

The opponent who evoked such a feeling happened to be a three-year-old little girl.

At such a young age, her chess skills had reached an astonishing level of proficiency. What would become of her in the future?

This also piqued Old Mr. Ji’s curiosity.

Who had taught the little girl to play chess? If she was already this skilled, wouldn’t her teacher be considered a divine being?

Old Mr. Ji accepted his defeat and did not continue playing against the little girl.

Qin Sui’an, having eaten and played chess to her heart’s content, reached the time for her afternoon nap.

Qin Haochen carried her in his arms and took her upstairs to her room for a nap.

Qin Huo and Old Mr. Ji moved to the living room, while the others dispersed. The bodyguard brought them afternoon tea and snacks, placing them in front of them.

Old Mr. Ji took a sip of the clear tea, pursing his lips as if savoring the tea’s fragrance, yet also reminiscing about the chess game just played.

Qin Huo leisurely drank his tea, noticing the look of realization on Old Mr. Ji’s face, he asked, "Did you gain some insights from playing a game with my granddaughter?"

"You won’t understand," Old Mr. Ji laughed cheerfully as if he were not the one who had lost to a three-year-old girl.

His mood seemed quite good. "Qin Huo, you’ve truly struck gold. Having such a clever and intelligent granddaughter."

"Don’t envy, don’t be jealous," Qin Huo smirked, his expression filled with pride.

Setting down his teacup, Old Mr. Ji couldn’t contain his excitement as he said, "I was just thinking earlier, there aren’t many people in your Qin family who are interested in chess, and then..."

He intentionally paused. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Qin Huo clicked his tongue, urging, "And then what? Speak up."

Seeing Qin Huo’s interest, Old Mr. Ji continued, "Then I suddenly thought of your father! I remember back when we were in school, you often complained to me that your father loved chess, spending every day immersed in the chessboard."

"It seems like there was such a thing," Qin Huo couldn’t quite recall.

His father had passed away many years ago, and recently, his most vivid memories involved frequent dreams where his father asked him to burn paper money, claiming he needed it in the underworld.

Old Mr. Ji felt some regret for not having played chess with Qin Huo’s father before.

He didn’t know how skilled his father was since he never participated in any competitions, treating chess solely as a hobby for leisure.

After enjoying their tea for a while, seeing Old Mr. Ji was excited, Qin Huo asked, "Would you like to play some golf?"

Earlier, his granddaughter had played golf with a few of his grandsons, and he had heard that she was quite good at it.

Thinking of this, Qin Huo once again revealed that proud expression: his precious granddaughter was truly amazing!

Unaware of what was on his mind, Old Mr. Ji glanced at him inexplicably and said, "But aren’t you terrible at golf? What are you so proud of?"

"You wouldn’t understand," Qin Huo retorted with his own words, standing up and gripping his cane.

"Let’s go, let’s play golf."

Upstairs, in Qin Haochen’s bedroom.

Qin Sui’an’s small figure lay comfortably under the covers, her round eyes almost closing into slits as drowsiness overcame her.

Qin Haochen tucked her in, lying down beside her, gently patting her with one hand. "Sleep, Ann."

"Daddy..." Qin Sui’an opened her eyes slightly, her childish voice reduced to a soft whisper.

"Do I look a lot like Mommy?"

She still remembered when Daddy and Uncle He came to the orphanage to pick her up, and Uncle He had said that she looked a lot like her mother.

And earlier, when Grandpa Ji looked at her face, she didn’t know what he was thinking. Perhaps he was reminded of her mother.

But she didn’t have any memories of her mother.

After returning home, she hadn’t even seen her mother.

Qin Haochen’s movements stiffened, feeling extremely surprised by the sudden question from Ann.

However, he patiently replied, "Ann resembles your mother."

The moment he saw Ann at the orphanage, he knew she was his biological daughter, without the need for any verification.

"Emm..."

Qin Sui’an mumbled something incoherently and fell asleep.

Qin Haochen didn’t catch it clearly, so he kissed Ann’s forehead and said, "Good night, Ann."

The Shao family.

In the living room on the first floor, Old Madam Shao scolded everyone in the Qin family, her scolding leaving her parched and her anger unabated.

Shen Shuwen heard from the servant in the morning that she had gone to the Qin family and guessed that she would definitely face disappointment there.

She hid in her daughter’s room, unwilling to go downstairs, lest she become the target of her anger.

Shao Xinxin sat on the bed, flipping through childish storybooks out of boredom.

Occasionally, the shouts of her grandmother could be heard from downstairs.

Shao Xinxin furrowed her brows in annoyance.

In this reincarnation, she had no advantage at all.

Whether she was suppressed by the Qin family or not, it made no difference.

And Qin Sui’an was not influenced by her at all.

Damn it, it must be the effect of those silver bracelets.

Otherwise, Qin Sui’an wouldn’t be so smooth sailing!

Is there any way to bypass the protection of the Qin family and snatch those silver bracelets?

Suddenly, Shen Shuwen muttered, "Why did she even scold Old Mr. Ji? What did Old Mr. Ji do to offend her?"

After scolding the Qin family, Old Madam Shao started scolding Old Mr. Ji because he didn’t answer her call.

"Old Mr. Ji?"

Shao Xinxin suddenly looked up and looked at her mother.

"Mommy, are you talking about Grandpa Ji?"

"Yes, Xinxin, do you still remember Grandpa Ji?"

Shen Shuwen, seeing her daughter finally perk up, immediately leaned closer and said, "Grandpa Ji visited our house before and even hugged you. At that time, you were only a few months old. I didn’t expect you to remember!"

There was no way Shao Xinxin could remember something from when she was a few months old.

She just thought that in her previous life, Old Mr. Ji wanted to take Qin Sui’an as his disciple, but Qin Sui’an adamantly refused.

Old Mr. Ji had been downcast for a while because of it.

If she remembered correctly, Qin Sui’an would frequently participate in chess competitions in the future and win countless first places.

And Old Mr. Ji was a chess grandmaster...

If she could become Old Mr. Ji’s disciple, and learn his chess skills, she would definitely surpass Qin Sui’an in the world of chess!

Shao Xinxin eagerly said, "Mommy, I want to become Grandpa Ji’s disciple!"