Hidden Marriage, Overbearing Love: Mr! Please Let Me Go

Xia Qingqian turned her head, only smiling without speaking. Thinking of what Qiao Zhenyu’s parents had said, she felt uncertain.

The meaning of Beitang Yao’s parents was that it was arranged by Old Mr. Beitang back then to have their child, now Nancy, taken from the hospital. If the past was brought up with the elderly now, how would he react?

Would he reunite them as a complete family?

However, he is Beitang Yao’s relative; how could she possibly bring up the past and put him in a difficult position?

”Back when I was still in school, every weekend, he would take me to the park to watch others play chess. Occasionally, he would also play against others, but I only stood by and watched, not having many chances for actual play,” Xia Qingqian said.

Her words made the old man’s brows knit together. What did this girl just say? Did she say she didn’t have many real opportunities to play?

If she played frequently, wouldn’t she become unbeatable?

In the old man’s eyes, no one had ever trapped him in defeat! And this girl’s chess skills were so refined, yet she still considered his feelings—it was truly remarkable. Thus, it’s conceivable that her friend might also be a hidden master!

”It seems that the world outside is the real world. I’m getting old, have always stayed in this castle, and don’t know what the world outside is really like,” the old man sighed lightly, then put the chess pieces back into the safe.

”Not really, everyone has their own way of life, and you’re doing quite well,” Xia Qingqian said softly, looking at the old man’s figure.

”Grandpa, hurry up! I’m starving!” Beitang Huan said with a frown, displeased.

As they went downstairs, they turned left to a garden-style open-air lounge. As they walked to the door, they smelled the rich fragrance wafting through the air.

”Come, Qian Qian, let me introduce you to another one of my grandsons, Beitang Che. He is a world-renowned pastry chef who just returned to the country recently and is now my personal pastry chef,” the old man invited Beitang Che, who was making pastries, over and introduced them all.

Beitang Che wore casual clothes with a floral apron in front, which was amusing. A big man wearing a floral apron was indeed somewhat comical and out of place.

Beitang Huan couldn’t help but burst into laughter, ”Brother Che, didn’t you go to the US for an MBA? How did you become a pastry chef? How come I didn’t know about this?”

But thinking back to the pastries she ate a few days ago, she thought it was the skills of the cook improving, reaching international pastry standards. Only unexpectedly, these pastries were actually made by Beitang Che!

”I’ve always liked making all kinds of delicious pastries, and it just so happened that Grandpa loves sweets too. But since Grandpa is getting old, eating too many sweets isn’t good for him, so I specifically researched a type of pastry that can be eaten in large amounts without any health issues,” Beitang Che put down his work, then picked up a plate of freshly made durian puffs and gently placed it on the table. ”Grandpa, Huan, Miss Qing Qian, you all sit down and have a taste of my skills.”

”That’s right, all of you sit down, you both have to try them. Once you miss this chance, it’s gone,” the old man said with a hearty laugh.

”Just a moment, as soon as the water boils, I’ll serve the flower tea!” Beitang Che gradually arranged the pastries done one by one, then instructed the servant to bring four sets of utensils and set them up properly.