Chapter Fifty-Three: Uncle, If You Lose Again, Aunt Will Belong to Me Too (Part Two)

Yang Xiaofan scratched his head.

"Why? It's just a game of chess, why are you all so worked up?"

Qin Nuanyu grabbed Yang Xiaofan's hand, her voice tense.

"You don't understand, my father is a master at Go. He may be an amateur, but even the city-level Go champion in our neighborhood can't beat him. If you play against him, you're bound to lose."

"Oh! So that's how it is." Enlightened, Yang Xiaofan glanced at Father Qin, who was squinting and smirking coldly at him.

"You little rascal, don't say I didn't warn you. There's still time to back out. Kneel down, let me give you a good beating to vent some anger, and I'll leave you a bit of a chance."

Yang Xiaofan tilted his head and asked, "If I kneel and let you beat me, will you let me marry Nuanyu?"

"Of course not! A beating is only to vent my frustration. If you want to marry my daughter, there are other conditions."

"Then why would I kneel for you and let you beat me?"

He now possessed grandmaster-level chess skills; winning would be too easy.

Father Qin, seeing Yang Xiaofan's arrogant demeanor, felt his anger rise.

"Fine! Fine! I was going to give you a chance, but you don't appreciate it. Let's see how you fare soon enough."

"Perfect, I've been wanting to see your chess skills, Uncle."

Qin Nuanyu, nervous, exclaimed, "Xiaofan, are you crazy? You'll lose miserably. You're definitely no match for my dad."

Yang Xiaofan pinched her delicate nose and smiled reassuringly, "Silly girl, don't worry. Watch me defeat him and marry you."

With that, he sat opposite Father Qin.

Mother Qin hurried over, anxious.

"Nuanyu, does your boyfriend even know how to play chess?"

"I have no idea. He's never mentioned it to me."

"Then how could he be so reckless?"

Both mother and daughter furrowed their brows in concern.

Father Qin looked at Yang Xiaofan and sneered.

"You make the first move, so people won't say I'm bullying a child."

"Alright. Then I won't be polite."

Yang Xiaofan casually placed the first stone.

Seeing his move, Father Qin's eyes grew more contemptuous and triumphant.

Chess is all about strategy and momentum!

Yang Xiaofan's random opening had neither—clearly, he was just making moves blindly.

With this level, he wasn't even fit to carry the shoes of his apprentice's apprentice.

And he wanted to challenge him? Ridiculous!

Father Qin, full of pride, placed his stone, using only basic techniques, not his full strength. After all, against a rookie like Yang Xiaofan, showing off would only lower his own dignity.

The two exchanged moves, the air thick with competition.

However!

Within seconds, Father Qin began to sense something was amiss.

After several more moves, he realized his initial judgment was flawed.

Yang Xiaofan's moves seemed unimpressive, but after a few steps, Father Qin was completely confounded.

Before a minute had passed, Father Qin, his face dark, declared,

"You win."

"He won? Already? They barely played a few moves!"

Mother Qin was utterly stunned; she had expected Yang Xiaofan to be thoroughly defeated by Father Qin.

Yet, against all expectations, Yang Xiaofan had easily forced Father Qin to concede in just a handful of moves.

It was extraordinary.

"Nuanyu, didn't you say he couldn't play Go? He seems quite formidable to me."

Qin Nuanyu was also shocked.

She had seen Yang Xiaofan display his skills many times, each one remarkable and powerful.

But now, he was even a chess expert?

It was another revelation that shattered her worldview.

Father Qin snorted.

"It's only one win. A blind cat caught a dead mouse, nothing to brag about. Watch, I'll soon defeat him. I wasn't trying just now. Next, you'll see the strength that made me beat the city's Go champion."

Soon, the second game began.

Yang Xiaofan again made the first move, starting plainly, without any brilliance.

Yet, within a few moves, Father Qin was once again defeated.

Seeing Father Qin's bewildered expression, Mother Qin couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh.

"Pfft—!"

Father Qin glared at her angrily.

"Again! If you win, I'll give you this apartment."

"Uncle, maybe we should just stop here."

"What? Are you looking down on me? Just because you have a bit of money, you think our home is beneath you? This apartment is still in the city!"

Yang Xiaofan was speechless. He certainly wasn't looking down on them, but Father Qin couldn't possibly beat him unless he conceded on purpose.

Besides, whether the apartment was good or bad, Father Qin only had one daughter, Qin Nuanyu. Once he married her, the apartment would be his anyway.

"Alright... let's continue then."

With no choice, Yang Xiaofan pressed on.

Half a minute later, Father Qin's forehead was beaded with sweat.

Ten seconds more, he trembled and threw down his chess pieces.

"I... I lost."

Yang Xiaofan cleared his throat.

"Uh... Uncle, we don't want your apartment. Just agree to let me marry Nuanyu."

"In your dreams! I have other apartments. Keep going!"

Father Qin was grinding his teeth in frustration; today, no matter what, he had to settle this score.

And so, for the next half hour, the rhythm went on like this...

"Uncle, please stop, you've already lost three apartments."

"Enough chatter, I'll definitely beat you! I refuse to believe that my decades of chess experience could lose to a punk like you."

...

"Uncle, how about I concede? I don't want you getting sick from anger."

"Nonsense! Are you pitying me? Our Qin family is upright and proud—we don't need your sympathy. Continue!"

...

"Uncle, you have only one apartment left. Are you sure you don't want to keep it for yourself and Aunt Qin for retirement?"

"No need!"

...

"Uncle, I don't want your underwear. It's too small, not my size."

"Stop talking nonsense, I wouldn't give you my underwear anyway."

...

"Uncle, now all you have left are Aunt Qin and Nuanyu. Let it go, give me Nuanyu, and I'll return all your apartments."

"Don't even think about it! I'm going to bet Aunt Qin next!"