Xia Wanyuan looked up. The gentle man stood under the shadows of the trees. The mottled sunlight danced on his face, and the corners of his eyes were dyed with the warmth of the sunlight.
The elders surrounding him also noticed this person who had suddenly appeared and could not help but feel close to him.
“Young man, you know how to play chess too?” The old man sized up this man, who looked about the same age as Xia Wanyuan, in surprise. “Young people nowadays are really amazing. Come, young man, sit over here. You guys play, I’ll watch.”
Yu Qian sat over, picked up the black piece, and placed it on the chessboard. The surrounding elders were shocked.
This young man probably did not know how to play chess. If he played this move, he would lose more than half of his strength.
Xia Wanyuan looked up at Yu Qian in surprise and followed calmly.
Unexpectedly, Yu Qian, who they had thought did not know how to play chess at all, had actually gone back and forth with Xia Wanyuan. Furthermore, the way he played chess was extremely dangerous. They asked themselves honestly that if they were him, they would definitely not choose such a method.
“You win. Sister Wanyuan, you’re indeed the champion. Amazing.” After a while, Yu Qian threw away the excess chess pieces in his hand and stood up.
Xia Wanyuan stood up and greeted the elders before turning to leave.
Yu Qian chased after her. “Sister Wanyuan, I brought you delicious food.”
“Yu Qian.” Xia Wanyuan directly pointed out his identity.
Yu Qian stopped in his tracks and smiled. “How can you recognize me?”
He felt that he was perfect this time. After all, the children of the Wei family felt that he was gentle and warm and were willing to get close to him.
“Where’s Wei Zimu?” Xia Wanyuan looked straight into Yu Qian’s eyes.
“He has something to do, so I can only come and replace him for a while.” Since Xia Wanyuan had recognized him, Yu Qian no longer hid it and returned to his indifferent expression.
“Oh,” Xia Wanyuan replied, then ignored Yu Qian and walked out of the alley.
Yu Qian stood on the spot for a while before suddenly bending down to pick up a sycamore leaf that was slightly yellow. It had just slipped off Xia Wanyuan’s shoulder.
Yu Qian pinched the end of the leaf and turned it twice. He took out his phone.
“How is he?”
“Boss, Wei Zimu has been struggling for the entire night. I just went in to take a look. He’s still alive.”
“Mm, it’s just a normal drug reaction. As long as he doesn’t die before the sun sets.” Yu Qian looked at the clear veins on the leaves and narrowed his eyes.