Reborn Aristocrat: Return of the Vicious Heiress

Chapter 84: A Bad Chess Temperament

Very quickly, she had finished her first 10 handicap steps. Old Mr. Mo's white seeds started moving into their strategic defending positions while Wen Xinya's black seeds proceeded to make advancements for attacks.

Wen Xinya could see through Grampy's plot. While the black seeds seemed to have smooth initial advancements, the white seeds were standing by for a perfect opportunity to capture every black seed in just a few steps, hence putting the white seeds into a winning position easily.

They were moving each step with deep planning and strategy, luring the opponent into their own traps. While it was hard to differentiate between real moves or tricks, Old Mr. Mo was starting to look serious.

The game on the chessboard was a battle — An exciting match between a young lieutenant versus an old veteran general. Every move required careful planning and strategizing, and one wrong move could jeopardize victory!

Old Mr. Mo looked at Wen Xinya with admiration!

It was said that a person's temperament on the chessboard represented their character. Through his moves, it could reveal how he usually behaved and dealt with situations. Xinya had accumulated years of experience and was able to plan every single move in a steady fashion carefully. She was patient, decisive, and always waited for a good opportunity to strike. She knew exactly when to defend and when to attack, and was able to grasp the rhythm of her opponent well.

She had shown such characteristics when dealing with difficulties earlier. When the Wen Family insisted on sending her away, she retreated by choosing to stay with Grampy! When the media publicized her scandals, she chose not to react while cautiously devising a plan of attack in the background. And when facing the evil plans of Xia Ruya and Wen Yuya at Zhou Tianyu's birthday party, she was observant and did not fall for their trap. She had made good progress and was able to reverse any challenges to her advantage.

Old Mr. Mo counted the number of seeds on the chessboard. Wen Xinya only had five seeds less than him. "You've made such incredible progress in such a short time. You have great talent in chess. I believe after more practice, you will soon exceed your teacher."

Wen Xinya laughed. "All thanks to Grampy's good guidance. Well, the saying goes like this: A great teacher produces a great student, a tiger Grampy has a tiger granddaughter."

Old Mr. Mo knocked on her head lightly. "You're spouting nonsense again."

Wen Xinya touched her head in disagreement. "I'm not spouting nonsense. I have an incompetent Father. How could he have contributed to my intelligence and lovable character in any way? I'm sure I have inherited my good genes from you and Mother."

"How can you praise yourself so much? Every potter praises his own pots. That's a shameless behavior." Old Mr. Mo laughed. He usually had a stern front. Probably, because under the influence of alcohol, he had also become livelier that day.

"Grampy, didn't you notice? I was actually complimenting you." Wen Xinya teased.

"Playing chess with you reminded me of when I played with your Mother when she was younger. Your Mother did not have a good chess temperament. She always regretted her moves and was indecisive and absolutely did not understand the meaning of 'making up one's mind on a chess move with no regrets.' She would hold her seeds in position on the chessboard without retracting her hand while observing my expression. Then she would decide whether to make that move." Old Mr. Mo smiled while recalling the past.

Wen Xinya blushed. The scene of that day where she played chess with Si Yiyan suddenly flashed across her mind, and she felt a sense of guilt. Now she knew this behavior was inherited from Mother.

Old Mr. Mo did not notice her blushing as he continued, "I was also reminded of your Grammy. She was known as the 'gifted female scholar,' but she was awful at playing chess. However, she loved to play chess as a hobby and was always asking everyone else to play with her. After everyone in the family learned from her how to play chess, her students started to beat her at it. It was one of the biggest jokes at that time."

Wen Xinya brushed the hair on her cheeks to the back of her ears, feeling the tip of her ears burning hot.

Old Mr. Mo noticed her awkwardness and her attention drifting away. He held her right hand and slowly pried her fingers open. There was a white seed in her palm. He took a glance at the chessboard and quickly noticed the missing white seed's original position. He took the white seed from her hand and returned it to its original position. The entire situation was turned around. Wen Xinya's black seeds suffered a terrible defeat.

"Hey you, hey you!" Old Mr. Mo knocked her head. He had mixed emotions of happiness and confusion. Inheritance was a weird thing. Some habits could be naturally inherited.