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“What were you talking about?” Lu Zhiyuan’s voice came from behind. Gu Ziyu returned, having heard the commotion, and didn’t want to disturb the peacefully sleeping Gu Ci. He didn’t greet his son either.

However, after recognizing each other, they had never really spent time together. Lu Zhiyuan still couldn’t control the sense of closeness he felt toward his son, so he came downstairs to find Gu Ziyu.

Li Jiang stood up and said jokingly, “1 was trying to persuade Young Master to give up MSS and join Black Hawk for his career growth, but unfortunately, Young Master rejected it.”

Lu Zhiyuan chuckled, maintaining a more relaxed persona in front of his son compared to when he was with Gu Ci. “Why did you refuse?”

Gu Ziyu said expressionlessly, “My dream is to defend the homeland.”

Lu Zhiyuan and Li Jiang paused.

The atmosphere became uncomfortably silent, with only the cold winter wind blowing.

Li Jiang couldn’t help but laugh, “Hahaha, Young Master, when 1 first met you,

1 thought you had an antisocial personality. 1 thought you might become a murderer and end up in prison.”

Gu Ziyu raised an eyebrow, “Oh, so you have a good eye.”

Indeed, he did!

Li Jiang had no response.

“Is my life so long that I’m not allowed to change my dreams?” Gu Ziyu provocatively asked.

“MSS is excellent!” Lu Zhiyuan stated.

Gu Ziyu mocked, “1 knew you’d think that because this way, I can compete with Third Master. You’re quite strategic, you know.”

Lu Zhiyuan had nothing to say.

Li Jiang struggled to hold back his laughter, finding it difficult. He had heard Young Master complain about Third Master’s cunning nature more than once. “If my mother said you can’t go racing anymore. Will you be sad?” Gu Ziyu asked. He knew that Third Young Master’s greatest wish was racing. The final race, a grand farewell with a tragic yet brilliant ending.

Almost cost him his life, but he managed to win the global championship. A perfect ending amidst imperfection.

Lu Zhiyuan’s expression subtly changed, “Probably.”

Certainly, he would be devastated. Even if his identity were exposed, Third Young Master’s passion for racing wouldn’t waver. Some people, for the sake of their love and dreams, would set everything else aside.

Gu Ziyu questioned, “What do you mean by ‘I will be’? Will you or won’t you be sad?”

“You don’t know if you’ll be sad?”

Lu Zhiyuan chuckled and said, “1 will be very sad!”

“You looks like you’re quite happy!” Gu Ziyu didn’t understand.

Li Jiang pondered silently, Third Master would definitely be happy. After all, Third Young Master was the most dazzling man on the racetrack, and no one could resist his charm or his firepower, not even Gu Ci.

Unable to race, Third Young Master couldn’t perform his stunts, so Third Master would naturally be happy!

A gust of cold wind swept through, and Lu Zhiyuan coughed lightly twice. Gu Ziyu frowned and said, “Let’s go inside; it’s really cold.”

“Sure!” Lu Zhiyuan was somewhat surprised; this child was awkwardly concerned about others.

“I don’t care about you at all!” Gu Ziyu wrapped his down jacket tightly around himself. “I’m the one who’s cold!”

“Okay.”

Gu Ziyu blushed and walked inside, and Lu Zhiyuan followed with a smile.

“Do you know how to play chess?” Lu Zhiyuan asked.

“Gomoku!”

Lu Zhiyuan remained silent for a while, then said, “Shall 1 teach you how to play chess?”

Gu Ziyu may be smart, but he has very few hobbies. He rarely has the leisure to indulge in interests. While other kids are learning arts, traditional Chinese painting, and music from a young age, he remained detached.

Chen Liangdong is now nurturing his interests in arts, music, horseback riding, and painting, among other things. However, he hasn’t taught him chess or similar games yet. Gu Ziyu can only play Gomoku, and Lu Zhiyuan isn’t very keen on playing it with him.

“Sure!”

Since there were no chess sets at home, Li Jiang went out and bought a new one. Besides Chinese chess, he also bought international chess and Go.

Gu Ziyu couldn’t help but admire Li Jiang’s emotional intelligence. If it were someone else, they might have just bought Chinese chess. Li Jiang bought all the chess sets that Lu Zhiyuan liked. Understanding the boss’s desires is what makes a good subordinate.

“Why do you know how to play chess?” Gu Ziyu asked, “My mom says you only love racing and nothing else.”

“Your mom misunderstands me.”

“Really?” Gu Ziyu was curious, “Then what else do you love?”

“Music, arts, and a wide range of interests.”

Gu Ziyu raised an eyebrow in disdain, “You’re nothing like me! 1 feel like you’re lying to me.”

Lu Zhiyuan sighed.

On the sidelines, Li Jiang couldn’t contain his amusement as he quietly watched Lu Zhiyuan teach Gu Ziyu how to play chess.

When Gu Ci woke up, it was already afternoon. She was awakened by Gu Ziyu’s regretful exclamation. Gu Ziyu had made a mistake in his move, and Lu Zhiyuan had captured one of his cannons. In a hurry, Gu Ziyu quickly restored the chessboard, “It doesn’t count, it doesn’t count, 1 made a mistake!” “Regretting a move is not gentlemanly,” Lu Zhiyuan said, “Once you make a move, stick with it, and don’t regret it.”

“I’m just a six-year-old boy, not a gentleman. It doesn’t count, it doesn’t count!” Gu Ziyu insisted, his tone still quite stern.

Lu Zhiyuan chuckled. It was his first time enjoying quality time with his son, and he had many mixed feelings. He was willing to break his own rule and let Gu Ziyu take back his move. Little did he know that Gu Ziyu would take back his move once and then regret it again the second time.

“Wait…” Gu Ziyu picked up a chess piece and pretended to contemplate, “Let me think for a few minutes.”

Lu Zhiyuan sighed again.

Playing chess with his son was certainly testing his patience!

Li Jiang poured tea for Lu Zhiyuan with a hint of sugar. Father and son had similar tastes. Lu Zhiyuan was extremely patient and didn’t rush Gu Ziyu, letting him think. Gu Ziyu tried to recall the rules of chess, but he felt like he was losing no matter where he put his piece.

“You win!” Gu Ziyu said, frustrated, “You’re bullying a beginner.”

“I let you have three chances.”

“It should be at least six!”

“Why don’t you say ten? You’d win right away!”

“I’ve lost five games and won’t play anymore!”

“How unambitious!”

“What did you say?” Gu Ziyu raised his voice, “Who’s unambitious?”

“You!”

“I’m not playing anymore; it’s not fun!”

Gu Ci leaned on the railing upstairs, smiling as she watched the father and son exchange playful banter. It was the first time she had seen them get along so harmoniously. Well, it was harmonious enough!

As if sensing Gu Ci’s gaze, Lu Zhiyuan looked up and was surprised to see her standing by the railing. He hesitated for a moment and then smiled.

“Mom, did I wake you up?” Gu Ziyu asked.

“No, I’ve had enough sleep,” Gu Ci replied as she descended the stairs. “Are you guys playing chess?”

“Mom, he’s bullying me,” Gu Ziyu complained. “I’m a beginner, and he’s beating me up. He even said I lack ambition. I have two doctorates, and he doesn’t have any. He dares to say I lack ambition!”

Lu Zhiyuan hadn’t expected Gu Ziyu to be such an adept tattletale. If it were Third Master, there would be no room for argument. However, with Third Young Master’s personality, it was a different story. Lu Zhiyuan said, “You’ve been weaned for many years, and you’re complaining about such a small matter.”

Gu Ziyu was taken aback, bristling, “I’ll complain as much as 1 want. You’ll see!”

Lu Zhiyuan leaned back and chuckled, a hint of mischief in his smile. “What can I do? Cici doesn’t seem to mind.”

“Mom!”

“Alright, alright.. I’ll teach you later, and you’ll definitely beat him!”