Back at Liyuan, Lu Qing was playing chess with Ninth Uncle. The white pieces were being thoroughly eaten, while the black pieces had the upper hand in every way.
Mr. Jiu took a sip of Pu'er tea and said smugly:
"Kid, just admit defeat."
"Ninth Uncle, if I win this round, I want to bring Miaomiao home."
Mr. Jiu scoffed, "Bold words, win this round and let me see."
Lu Qing held the white piece with his long, distinct fingers, carrying a hint of warmth as he placed it at the corner of the chessboard. The whole game instantly came alive.
"Ninth Uncle, shall we keep playing?"
Mr. Jiu sneered and chuckled twice, "As it turns out, you calculated everything ahead of time. You kid, you've got quite the strategy."
"You're too kind, so... can I bring Miaomiao home?"
Mr. Jiu looked at Lu Qing with slight disdain, "Fine, fine, take her away. I'm sick of seeing you here every day, such an eyesore."
