Chapter 82

In the midst of the cherry blossoms dancing in the wind, Misaki opened the old diary and read the words of promise written there.

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Before and after the seven-move endgame, the chess master Zhang Changling was speechless, drenched in cold sweat, and sat dumbly in the small pavilion, silent.

After the seven-move endgame, Zhang Changling was dumbfounded; he had never seen such a brilliant chess game in his life...

After the seven moves, Feng Jueyu no longer set up the board but instead finished the tea in his cup, slowly stood up, and pulled out the yet-to-be-gifted "Wang You Qing Le Ji" from his pocket, throwing it onto the chessboard with a thud...

"This book is hand-copied by me, intended as a birthday gift for Mr. Zhang. I originally thought that a precious sword should be given to a hero, and a brilliant chess game to a chess master. This book, given to Mr. Zhang, would be most fitting. Unfortunately, I was wrong. Mr. Zhang is still far from being a chess master. A true chess master should have a broad mind and a deep heart, embodying the way of a Confucian sage. Mr. Zhang, thinking himself to have keen insight and a thorough understanding of the world, does not realize that he is judging a gentleman by the standards of a petty person, truly vulgar and unbearable. How can he be called a chess master or a great Confucian scholar..."

After saying this, Feng Jueyu approached the dazed Shangguan Ruomeng, took her small hand, and said resolutely, "Ruomeng, come with me. We will solve the matters of the Tian Nan Chamber of Commerce ourselves. Don't let some self-righteous people look down on us..."

With a cold snort, Feng Jueyu left with the stunned Shangguan Ruomeng...

In the pavilion, Zhang Changling, for the first time since he became famous, felt a great blow. His gaze, which had been fixed on the chessboard and the scattered black and white pieces on the ground, shifted to the "Wang You Qing Le Ji" on the table. Even as Feng Jueyu and the other left, he did not come to his senses to stop them...

After a while, Zhang Changling's trembling old hands picked up the "Wang You Qing Le Ji" from the chessboard and slowly opened it...

The rough ink, detailed annotations, exquisite lines, and presented chess games... It was clear that each stroke was written with great care. The chess theory and chess games inside were all exquisite and rare, and the collection of many chess games and detailed explanations was, for a chess master who was obsessed with chess, undoubtedly the greatest treasure in the world...

This chess book, in Zhang Changling's eyes, was worth more than all the gifts he received on his birthday combined, and even more...

It was hard to imagine that such a grand and comprehensive chess book was actually written stroke by stroke. The effort and energy required were beyond what one person could achieve.

Indeed, one person could not do it, but at the same time, every stroke and every line in the book left no doubt that it was a gift prepared by Feng Jueyu with great effort for him.

Because every chess game in the book was one he had never seen before...

Who else could it be but Feng Jueyu?

Would the Shangguan family offer such a heavy gift just for the president of the Tian Nan Chamber of Commerce?

Even the emperor, high above...

No, even the super families that transcended royal power, ignored the laws of the great nation, and controlled the fate of the continent could not do this...

He treated me sincerely and regarded me as a friend, but I judged him with suspicion and doubted his intentions, truly being old and unwise, ruining this child's efforts...

"Mr. Feng... Young friend..."

Zhang Changling stood up, suddenly looked up, but did not see the face that he admired so much. The back garden was now only filled with falling flowers and dancing leaves, with no trace of a friend.

"Ah..."

At this moment, Zhang Changling sighed heavily. He knew he had misunderstood Feng Jueyu...

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"This is too inconsiderate. They left without even leaving a carriage. Can I find a carriage around here?..."

On a street adjacent to Wencheng Street, Feng Jueyu stood at the street corner where the birthday celebration carriages had been parked, looking around, only to find that all the Shangguan family's carriages had left...

In the evening, the red clouds of the setting sun hung on the western horizon, casting a purple-golden glow over the magnificent Tian Nan capital.

Shangguan Ruomeng stood behind Feng Jueyu, her lips lightly bitten, her eyes filled with a tender and intoxicating gaze.

Throughout the day, Shangguan Ruomeng felt as if she were in a dream, so unreal.

The seemingly weak and cowardly man before her suddenly transformed, shedding his old self. His transformation was so swift that it caught everyone off guard. By the time she noticed, he had become the focus of everyone at the birthday celebration.

From the verbal sparring with Xi Ruiyun,

to the charcoal sketch,

then the stunning endgame,

every move and action was impossible to ignore. His excellence was displayed before everyone's eyes, catching everyone off guard...

What kind of person is he? Why has he changed so much since his injury? It's truly hard to fathom...

"Big Brother Feng." She walked gently to Feng Jueyu's back and called him with the gentlest voice she had ever used. She had prepared many questions in her heart, but none of them came out. "Let's walk."

"What else can we do? There are no cell phones in this era, and we can't call a car."

Feng Jueyu grumbled, suddenly noticing that Shangguan Ruomeng's expression was off. As he passed by her, the scent of her perfume was intoxicating and refreshing.

Feng Jueyu was momentarily stunned. In the sunset, her silhouette was slender and delicate, no longer the bold and wise woman of the business world. At this moment, Shangguan Ruomeng was just like any other young lady, weak and helpless, as if she had endured much委屈.

He hurriedly followed her and heard the sound of sobbing. Shangguan Ruomeng's shoulders were trembling.

"Ruomeng, what's wrong?" Feng Jueyu subconsciously ignored the suffix in his address and followed her.

Shangguan Ruomeng quickly wiped away her tears, forcing a smile, but she dared not look at Feng Jueyu. "Nothing, I just feel useless."

Feng Jueyu was taken aback. In his memory, Shangguan Ruomeng had never been so unconfident. What was wrong?

"Why would you feel useless? As the daughter of the Shangguan family and the young manager of Huairen Hall, you manage the family's business so well. If Ruomeng is useless, then there is no one in this world who is useful." Feng Jueyu laughed and told a cold joke, trying to cheer Shangguan Ruomeng up.

But the more he tried to comfort her, the more she felt sad. She gazed at the slowly setting sun and sighed, "Yes, managing such a large family business, everyone says I am capable, but who knows how heavy the burden is? To keep the Shangguan family going, I have to be careful with every step, not making any mistakes. Can you understand my pain..."

Feng Jueyu fell silent. Indeed, for a young woman not yet twenty, supporting such a large family business, Shangguan Ruomeng must have many hardships.

"I hope that one day, someone can replace me, whether in literature, martial arts, or ordinary life, I don't care. Even..." She did not finish her sentence, but Feng Jueyu could see a hint of hope in her tone, as if she was placing some hope on him, yet also uncertain and contradictory. Soon, a hint of disappointment flashed in her eyes.

Feng Jueyu saw clearly and understood: throughout the day, he had shown more talent than usual, easily creating a certain illusion for Shangguan Ruomeng. At this moment, when she was most helpless, her emotional attachment and expectations were magnified.

But Shangguan Ruomeng was never a rash person. After a brief moment of hope, she would regain her rationality. Even if he performed excellently, this transformation was too sudden. Could drawing a picture and playing a good game of chess represent the ability to influence the Shangguan family's situation?

Of course not!

Even if Feng Jueyu had some plans and was willing to take action, Shangguan Ruomeng did not know.

In other words, even if he told her, Shangguan Ruomeng would never risk the future of the entire Shangguan family on a slim hope with Feng Jueyu.

Unless, the current Jishi Fang had the ability or potential to monopolize the pharmaceutical industry, then the plan could be further implemented.

Of course, Feng Jueyu had never been opposed to helping the Shangguan family. In his heart, perhaps when he first arrived, he felt a bit of emotional distance from the Shangguan family, but after Shangguan Lingyun mobilized almost all the Shangguan family's power in Tian Nan to save Shangguan Ruofan, he was moved.

Although he did not say it, he knew that Shangguan Lingyun was really sincere and good to "Feng Jueyu"...

Feng Jueyu's nature was to repay kindness and avenge grudges. Regardless of whether he was reborn in this world to do something for "Feng Jueyu," just for the fact that Shangguan Lingyun mobilized the entire Tian Nan city for him, Feng Jueyu knew that he could not ignore the Shangguan family's affairs.

To ignore them would be against his conscience.

"No need to be so gloomy. Even the biggest problems have solutions, right? Let's go home first." Thinking this, Feng Jueyu made a decision, and his face lit up with a confident smile.

Shangguan Ruomeng naturally did not know what Feng Jueyu was thinking, nor did she know that he had made a significant decision at that moment. She carefully and seriously observed Feng Jueyu, but sighed in disappointment. Was her expectation of him too high? Perhaps. It was already difficult for him to change, so why did she have the idea of asking him for help? It was too much to ask of him.

"You're right, there must be a solution." Shangguan Ruomeng smiled, still charming, but without the relaxed and relieved expression.

This girl still doesn't trust me...

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