The elder of the Jiang Family must have been aware of something; calling her into the study today was certainly not just about playing chess.
The heart of a businessman, how can it be described simply as winding and intricate?
The elder's heart may be winding and intricate, but Jiang Muwan is also someone who can keep her cool.
As long as you don't spell it out, I'll pretend to be unaware.
The silent contest between the grandfather and granddaughter unfolded across the chessboard.
The former carried a leisurely smile, while the latter maintained a solemn expression.
As the game of chess neared its end, the elder blocked all her retreats with a black piece, followed by a slightly warning tone, "C City is full of young talents, anyone can become a son-in-law of our Jiang Family."
Having said this, the elder slowly withdrew his hand that was poised with expectation, rested it on his knee, leaned back in his chair, and looked at Jiang Muwan, "Gu Jiangnian doesn't cut it."
