Reborn as a Good Child

103. Expert in Gomoku

"Feng Qun's dead. The other four men insist the kidnapping was just born out of a grudge between YiHan and Feng Qun. The mastermind behind it all was Feng Qun," FuRen solemnly said.

"How did Feng Qun die?" asked a frowning Yan Cheng.

"During a time when he was all alone in his room, he shattered his glass of water and used one of the shards to slit his throat. The nurses couldn't save him in time. The nurse who first found him said there was blood everywhere. Half of the room was stained red," FuRen replied. When he heard of how Feng Qun died, his body went cold with fear. All his mind could think about was how his youngest son had tried to commit suicide using the same method.

"From the way he cowered that evening, he doesn't seem like someone who'd kill himself," the old Mr Yan mused as he stroked his beard. "Have you investigated everyone he'd been in contact with yet?"

"We have," FuRen said with a nod. "But we found nothing. Now that he's dead, the others have been keeping their mouths shut tight. They are criminals after all."

"That's quite troublesome," the old Mr Yan said.

The conversation had brought the air in the room down to a heavy stutter. Upon sensing it, YiHan smiled and interjected, "No matter how troublesome a problem is, there'll always be a way to resolve it. We must believe in Captain Chen."

"True, true," the old Mr Yan guffawed. "You're so young yet you're so calm and steady. You certainly know how the world works. Yes, you've got a good head."

A bead of sweat trickled down the back of FuRen's head. He knew his family well. He particularly knew just what kind of person his youngest son was. Calm? Steady? Even as an audience, he could feel his face flushing from embarrassment.

YiHan let out a little chuckle through pursed lips. His dimples flickered in and out of sight. "Pardon me. It's my first time visiting and I didn't know what you like, sir. I got you a Go game set. Is it to your liking?"

Yan Cheng went pale. His father loved to play Go. However, the old man was a sore loser and a sore winner. If he won, he'd scold his opponent for being dumb. If he lost, he'd get mad. He also loved takebacks. Every time Cheng played chess with his father, he'd suffer so much that he wished he were dead. If the old Mr Yan took a liking to this new chess set, Cheng would be captured for several rounds now.

Oblivious to his son's sorrow, the old Mr Yan happily exclaimed, "How could I not like it? I love Go the most. Come, show it to me."

YiHan rose and placed the Go game set on the coffee table in front of the old Mr Yan. The board was stained with deep glossy amber lacquer. It shone and shimmered under the sunlight. The stones were made of jade. They were delicate and chill to the touch. The bowls were made of the same wood and lacquered with the same amber shade as the board, but their finishing was matte. It made them look even more exquisite.

Truthfully, this Go game set wasn't worth much but it showed how much thought YiHan had placed in selecting his gift. The Yan family is a rich and powerful force. How could they lack anything? The old Mr Yan was now an old man. All he wanted now was merely sincerity.

The old Mr Yan took a stone and fiddled with it. Then, he joyfully said, "Come, play a round with me."

Yan Cheng, a face full of deep-seated exhaustion, was about to stand up when the old Mr Yan barked at him, "You stay and talk to FuRen. I don't like playing with you. You're bad at it and you're so rude during the game!"

Yan Cheng: ...May I ask you something? Are you sure you're not talking about yourself?

The old Mr Yan patted YiHan on the shoulder and said, "Let's go, young YiHan. Let's go play a round."