Yan Xiaye silently thought for a moment, feeling that in order to prevent her favorability from continuously rising, she should seize the opportunity to rub salt into Grandpa Xu's wounds.
If merely losing to a junior like her wasn't enough to dent Grandpa Xu's pride, then showing inferior skill in front of his daughter-in-law might have an effect greater than the sum of its parts.
Her gaze returned to the chessboard, her smile revealing a hint of smugness, playful yet not annoying, "Do you want to win?"
Grandpa Xu, unwilling to admit defeat, smacked his lips and reluctantly conceded, "It's come to this point, even if I want to win, I can't."
"That's not necessarily true, take a look."
Her slender fingers picked up the chess pieces again, and Yan Xiaye played both sides, quickly revitalizing the faltering Red side, inch by inch seizing opportunities until she turned defeat into a sweeping victory that devoured the Black side completely.
