Laughter gradually seeped into Fu Tingyuan's deep, steady eyes.
"You don't seem very fond of this place."
Jiang Ruan raised an eyebrow, her expression a mix of amusement and indifference as she turned to face the old man whose actions had so far been quite unexpected. "If someone forcefully invited you over, wouldn't you be a little upset too?"
"What an interesting young lady."
Fu Tingyuan laughed, his voice thick and hearty, brimming with vitality.
Then, he moved a piece on the chessboard.
Jiang Ruan glanced at the weathered chessboard before her, her voice sensuous and indifferent as she spoke slowly. "You must already know about my relationship with Fu Chi. With Fu Chi absent from the capital and your specific invitation to me today, I suspect you're here to spout the usual family clichés."
Such scenarios were nothing surprising in a top-notch aristocratic family.
She tilted her head, her tone rather calm. "However, I'm afraid that won't work with me."
