A-List Actress: Paper Marriage but Pampering Billionaire-Chapter 810: Bad Luck!

In the study, Jiang Jingheng was accompanying Zhuang Zeyang and Mr. Zhuang as they played chess.

Of course, it was Zhuang Zeyang who played with Mr. Zhuang while He sat by the side.

The father and son had similar chess strategies, and the tension on the chessboard was palpable.

As for Zhuang Shaoyang and Jiang Zhenghong, who hadn’t seen each other in a long time, they sat on the balcony drinking tea.

Jiang Zhenghong sighed and said, "I never thought the two of us would eventually become in-laws. Back when we joined the military, I suggested this, but you refused."

Zhuang Shaoyang snorted coldly, "Who wants to be in-laws with you."

Knowing his friend’s temper, Jiang Zhenghong didn’t take it seriously and laughed, "There’s nothing we can do. Your daughter likes my son."

Zhuang Shaoyang replied irritably, "Who knows if that boy of yours tricked my daughter."

Familiar with his friend’s temperament, Jiang Zhenghong didn’t take it seriously.

"When I first saw that girl, I really didn’t think she was your daughter," Jiang Zhenghong said, "but looking closely now, she really resembles your ex-wife."

Mentioning the word "ex-wife," Zhuang Shaoyang’s expression changed slightly and he turned his head away.

If he could choose again, he wouldn’t want that label attached to Ah Ning at all.

Jiang Zhenghong looked at him and asked, "Seeing your protective behavior now, it’s hard to believe you actually agreed to let your ex-wife take away your daughter."

"Yeah, I can’t believe it either," Zhuang Shaoyang shook his head.

So, it’s understandable that Yanyan now hates him.

Seeing his low spirits, Jiang Zhenghong immediately switched topics.

"We haven’t seen each other for so many years, and meeting again makes me nostalgic for those days in the military," Jiang Zhenghong sighed, "Back then, the training was tough and exhausting, but it all seemed insignificant."

"Speaking of which, you remind me that you were quite the troublemaker in the military back then."

"As if you weren’t the same," Jiang Zhenghong laughed.

Back then, one was a rich second-generation, the other an official second-generation, both arrogant and often clashed with instructors, frequently getting penalized.

Due to their special status, they were isolated when they first joined the military. Although it felt bad at the time, those days were filled more with joy—a sense of responsibility, a sense of commitment.

Brothers risking their lives together, sharing loyalty, serving the country, unlike now, when they’re immersed in the business world and have become people they don’t even like.

"Is your leg alright?" Jiang Zhenghong’s gaze fell on Zhuang Shaoyang’s leg.

Zhuang Shaoyang shook his head, "It’s fine, it doesn’t hurt anymore."

"That’s good," Jiang Zhenghong nodded.

"But the scars in the heart never heal," Zhuang Shaoyang’s expression was solemn.

Jiang Zhenghong paused, seemingly recalling something, a faint gloom passing through his eyes.

He asked softly, "Are his family doing well?"

Zhuang Shaoyang smiled, "They’re good; he’s about to get married."

"That’s good," Jiang Zhenghong nodded.

In the study, Jiang Jingheng accompanied the two elders in playing chess for a while and suddenly said, "Grandpa, Uncle, I’m going to the bathroom."

"Mm," Mr. Zhuang replied without lifting his head.

Downstairs in the Mahjong room, Mu Yan looked at the tiles in hand and felt a headache.

About an hour and a half had passed since they started playing, and her wins could be counted on one hand, not to mention her significant losses, earning her the title of Cannon Queen.

"Nuannuan, it’s your turn," Mrs. Zhuang said with a smile.

Today, the old lady was especially lucky. The money on the table had already piled up thickly.

Mu Yan gritted her teeth and threw out a two-bamboo tile.

Mrs. Zhuang’s eyes lit up, "All one color; I’ve won!"

She pushed her tiles forward; everyone looked and saw they were indeed all one color.

"Auntie has really good luck," Yin Manqing said with a smile.

Liang Rong looked at Mu Yan’s fallen tiles and then at Yin Manqing’s tiles, smiling, "Nuannuan, why didn’t you throw the seven strips? If you had, your mother-in-law would have won."