1950: The Sound of Bad Luck Knocking on Your Door (1)

The Sound of Bad Luck Knocking on Your Door (1)

"There's a meeting at the company this afternoon that you need to be at…"1

"I'm busy, tell them to handle things themselves." Qin Chu's uncle waved his hand.

"Um, okay."

"Grandpa, you shouldn't go that way," Little Bean commanded.

"There's no other way, I'm going to lose if I don't go that way," Qin Chu's uncle argued back at a three-year-old like a little kid.

"No, if you go that way you're going to walk into my sister's trap! She's really sly, she's doing it on purpose!"

However, he didn't listen to her and placed the chess piece on the board. Pudding immediately picked up a chess piece herself. "Checkmate."

Second Grandpa Qin: "…"

Little Bean said, "See, what did I say! You should've listened to me, Second Grandpa Qin, you're such a dummy!"

"Can I get a second chance?" Qin Chu's uncle asked.

"It's not going to make a difference, Second Grandpa." Pudding smiled.

"Fine, fine, I lose again." Qin Chu's uncle took out another hundred-dollar bill from his wallet and handed it to Pudding.

Little Bean stretched her neck, glancing at her sister. "Not bad, Sis, you won at least a couple grand this morning just from playing games. Qin Zhaozhao, you're a smart businesswoman."

"I'm not like you, you only know how to eat," Pudding replied coolly.

"I… that's called enjoying life, okay? All you know is money!" Little Bean argued back.

"I don't care, and I don't expect you to know what I'm thinking about."

After her morning run, Qin Ning came home to find her dad and the twins chatting fervently, so she immediately rushed up to join the party.

"What were the results?" she asked.

"Perfect timing, Auntie! You should probably save your dad," Little Bean chuckled as she covered her mouth with her hands.

"Save him? Is he that far gone?"

"He is… he's close to losing his underpants!"

"Little Bean, that's nonsense, you can't talk about your grandpa that way." Qin Chu's uncle felt exasperated.

"Fine, he's close to only having his underpants left, is that better?"

Qin Ning: "…"

Qin Ning's dad: "..." 

"Dad, what in the world happened? How can you lose to children? Didn't you say you were a chess expert?" Qin Ning asked speechlessly.

"There's always going to be people more skilled and better… so, I admit defeat. How does that saying go again? 'The pupil will one day surpass the master'," Uncle Qin exclaimed.

"Second Grandpa Qin, it's actually 'the pupil will one day make sure the master never gets up again," Little Bean said as she took a bite of vanilla cake.

"You little brat." Qin Ning poked Little Bean's forehead.

"Pudding, did you learn chess from your mommy?" Qin Ning's dad knew that Huo Mian was a genius who learned everything with great speed.

"Nope, my mommy's always busying about at the company, she doesn't have time to teach me chess."

"Who did you learn it from then?" Uncle Qin asked in surprise.

"I read an introductory course and played on an app on my phone for a few days… then, I played with Grandpa Su when we visited him. It's easier to improve when the opponent is skilled," Pudding said matter-of-factly.

"Good for you for knowing so much at a young age!" Qin Ning's dad genuinely liked Pudding. Not only was she a member of the Qin family, she was also extremely smart and talented.

How rare…

"Dad, you have a video conference in a bit. Let me get ready and take the twins out for hotpot…" Qin Ning said as she pushed her dad upstairs.

The twins skipped out of the room, while Qin Ning went upstairs to the study to get ready. After about thirty minutes, she came down, but the twins were nowhere to be seen.

"Hm, where are my nieces?" Qin Ning muttered to herself.

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