Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

"I've been looking at this chessboard for a long time and I don't understand it. I don't know how to make a good move."

Ling Gu looked at Ling Che, "A Che, if it were you, how would you leave?"

The old man holds the white chess piece, Ling Che holds the black chess piece, and it is the black chess piece's turn to make a move.

Ling Che glanced at the chessboard. There were only two ways to play this game.

The first option is for Black to make a direct move, resulting in a draw. While the outcome may not be pretty, a draw is harmless to both players. The other option is to retreat, allowing White to enter a position predicted by Black, and then counterattack, completely destroying the opponent. This move results in a decisive victory for Black and a crushing defeat for White, leaving both players in an awkward position.

Is it a draw or a win?

In Ling Che's opinion, this was not a question worth thinking about.

The slender fingertips pinched the black chess piece and made the second move.

The next move is White's, and there is no other way for White to go except to fall into Black's trap.

Ling Gu watched him walk and asked in a deep voice, "Does it have to be so extreme?"

Ling Che looked at Ling Gu with deep eyes, "Grandpa should understand me. When it comes to win or lose, I never like a draw."

Ling Gu took the white piece and dropped it into the air.

The outcome on the chessboard is already clear; once you make a move, you are doomed to lose.

He looked at Ling Che with old yet sharp eyes, "Is this all your plan?"

Ling Che smiled lightly, neither admitting nor denying.

Qiao Ruyi was making tea while listening to the conversation between the two. She didn't know why the two of them said some meaningful words while playing chess, and the atmosphere seemed a little tense.

The tea in my hand has been brewed. The tea soup made from Dahongpao is bright orange-red, fragrant, and has a hint of orchid fragrance.

"Grandpa, the tea is ready."

She took it over and placed the teacup in front of Ling Gu, and also placed a cup for Ling Che.

Ling Gu dropped the white piece in his hand, sighed, and looked at Ling Che, "You win."

Ling Che took the tea Qiao Ruyi handed over and took a sip. "It has a rich flavor with an endless sweet aftertaste. The tea Uncle Xu gave me is indeed good."

After saying that, he turned to look at Qiao Ruyi with a gentle look in his eyes, "You go out for a walk first, I want to talk to grandpa about something."

Qiao Ruyi didn't understand what they were saying and felt the atmosphere was a bit tense, so she nodded, walked out and closed the door.

There were only two people left in the tea room. Ling Gu looked at his grandson who was leisurely drinking tea and asked, "Have you planned the Xu Bank incident long ago?"

Ling Che smiled calmly, "Yes."

"Even yesterday's dinner was planned by you?" Ling Gu asked, "Is Grandpa also just a pawn on your chessboard?"

Ling Che looked at Ling Gu and asked, "Do you really think I will marry Xu Zhaozhao? Or does Grandpa really intend for me to divorce Qiao Ruyi and then have a marriage between the Ling and Xu families?"

Ling Gu did not answer the question directly, but angrily slapped the chessboard, causing the chess pieces to fall all over the floor.

"You should know that the Xu family and our Ling family have been friends for generations, and they have done us a favor. No matter how much you dislike Zhao Zhao, you can't do something so ruthless and ugly!"

"A favor?" Ling Che sneered. "The Xu family's favor to the Ling family was hundreds of years ago. Besides, that was a favor from our ancestors. What does it have to do with me?"

"Grandpa." Ling Che looked at Ling Gu with a mocking smile on his face. "You've always thought Xu Zhaozhao was the best candidate to be your grandson's wife. After learning that Qiao Ruyi couldn't get pregnant, you became even more prejudiced against her. But do you know what exactly caused her infertility?"

Ling Gu looked at Ling Che in surprise, "What do you mean? Isn't it because of the previous kidnapping?"

"It's a kidnapping, right? Who ordered it?"

Ling Che took out a recorder and placed it on the chessboard in front of Ling Gu. His eyes suddenly turned fierce. "With this thing, the Xu family wouldn't mind dying a hundred times!"

Ling Gu didn't open the recording, but he guessed something just by looking at Ling Che's fierce expression.

"You, you mean..."

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but Ling Gu didn't ask any further.

"To me, the lives of the three of them combined are far less valuable than Qiao Ruyi and the child she aborted!"

As he spoke, Ling Che's eyes were as cold as frost. He pinched a white chess piece, almost crushing it. "Grandpa, the person who killed your great-grandson and ended the lineage of our Ling family is the one you always wanted me to marry, Xu Zhaozhao."

He spoke the last three words, each one emphatically. His voice was quiet, yet it carried a bone-chilling chill, a chill that threatened to tear at one's bones.

With a "clang", the unfinished cup of tea in Ling Gu's hand fell to the ground, and the blue and white porcelain teacup broke into pieces on the ground.

His face, wrinkled by time, was full of disbelief and his eyes were filled with deep surprise.

"So, what's the big deal about Xu Bank going bankrupt? What's the big deal about Xu Tiancheng dying?" Ling Che chuckled, playing with the teacup in his hand. "He could have lived out his life in peace. It's her daughter who's so ungrateful and ignorant."

Ling Gu didn't say anything, but his old eyes dimmed.

He lowered his head and suddenly started coughing violently.

Ling Che couldn't bear it after all, so he stopped talking and stood up to pour him another cup of hot tea.

"Grandpa, you are not in good health now. Don't worry about those things outside in the future. Taking good care of your health is the most important thing."

Ling Gu coughed and waved his hands, not knowing whether it was out of anger or guilt, but he did not take the cup of tea.

He turned around, leaning on his cane, and said with difficulty, "I'm old, really old, and I'm confused..."

He raised his head and looked at the tall man standing in front of him, smiling with both relief and helplessness.

This grandson is indeed smarter than his father and is more ruthless and decisive in doing things.

Perhaps he should have let him make his own choices and decisions long ago and not interfere in his affairs. He was already half buried in the coffin, and he shouldn't care about these things anymore.

"Grandpa is tired and wants to rest."

Ling Gu slowly pushed away Ling Che's hand that was supporting him, and walked towards the inner room step by step with his cane, "You guys go back and tell Ruyi that the tea she made is good."

Ling Che stared at his old back. He didn't know when Ling Gu's back had bent again, and his steps were not as agile as before.

......

Coming out of the tea room, Qi Jin, who was guarding outside, walked over quickly.

"Mr. Ling, there's news from the hospital."

He stood beside Ling Che and said seriously, "Xu Zhaozhao fell from the building and was saved by a buffer, but she was pierced in the abdomen by a steel bar, and had to have her uterus removed to save her life."

After saying this, he glanced at the man in front of him and found that his face didn't show much expression. He continued, "Luo Qinghan returned to Lord Xu's mansion and took sleeping pills and committed suicide."

The man only hummed a "hmm" when he heard the news, his eyes fixed on the figure a few meters away. She stood quietly by the pond, occasionally throwing feed into the pond.

"Qiao Ruyi."

A familiar man's voice was heard amidst the footsteps. Qiao Ruyi turned around and saw the man standing two meters away with one hand in his pocket, a smile on his face.

He waved to her and said, "Go home."