Chapter 1002: Chapter 1002

"You, you bastard!" Yang Mini fumed.

Tears stopped as soon as Zhang Xiaohao teased her.

"What are you saying? You want to see my eggs? Want me to take off my pants and give you a real feast for your eyes?" Zhang Xiaohao joked.

"Hmph! Zhang Xiaohao, I’m warning you, you better not spread what just happened! If you dare ruin my reputation, I, I..."

"Are you thinking of clinging to me?" Zhang Xiaohao said playfully.

"I’ll tell Cheng Tianxue!" Yang Mini shouted in frustration.

"Haha!" Zhang Xiaohao burst into laughter.

He jumped off the bed.

"Ah! You, you quickly cover yourself with the blanket!" Seeing this, Yang Mini yelled, her face turning red with embarrassment.

She quickly turned around.

"Why should I cover up with the blanket when I stripped off by my own skills?" Zhang Xiaohao said smugly.

Then, he brazenly picked up his clothes and began to wear them.

"I’ll wait for you downstairs, hurry down, I’m still waiting for breakfast!" Zhang Xiaohao said.

After speaking, he whistled and headed out.

As soon as he left, Yang Mini immediately shut the door.

Zhang Xiaohao smiled and turned to go downstairs.

About ten minutes later.

Yang Mini came down wearing a tight black outfit.

"Don’t just stand there! I’m starving, go cook already!" Zhang Xiaohao instructed.

"Hmph!" Yang Mini snorted again and turned to the kitchen.

A quarter of an hour later.

Yang Mini brought out two dishes, a soup, plus milk and bread, placing them on the coffee table.

"Hmm, not bad! Tomato fried eggs, cold cucumber salad, paired with seaweed soup and milk, is this specifically to enhance your bust?" Zhang Xiaohao teased.

"Hmph! If you don’t eat, you can go buy your own outside." Yang Mini replied irritably.

"Why wouldn’t I eat a meal I got with my skills?" Zhang Xiaohao retorted.

He immediately picked up the chopsticks and started eating heartily.

After finishing, Zhang Xiaohao put down the chopsticks.

"Ouyang Molin and her backers have been dealt with; with your abilities, acquiring Mo Wei Building is just a matter of time! Don’t forget what you promised me!" Zhang Xiaohao said seriously.

After speaking, he stood up from the chair and walked toward the outside.

"You bastard!" Seeing Zhang Xiaohao already left, Yang Mini scolded angrily.

"Usually when a woman calls a man a bastard, it means she’s fallen for him deep down. Hmm, I’ll admit my charm is great, and to you women, it’s quite devastating! If you really can’t help yourself, I guess I’ll reluctantly help relieve your troubles!" Zhang Xiaohao said without turning back.

After speaking, he opened the main door and left the villa.

Facing the rising morning sun with vitality, Zhang Xiaohao pondered for a moment and did not head to the company.

Nor did he go to the Cheng Family villa; it was rare to have free time to relax, why not treat oneself well?

With a cigarette dangling from his lips, hands on his waist, he hummed a tune proudly and strolled leisurely down the main road.

Unknowingly, he arrived at a park.

Seeing two old men playing chess, Zhang Xiaohao approached out of curiosity.

Standing behind them, he quietly watched them play.

"Old Mo, you’re cheating!" the old man in white said.

"Hehe! I call this strategy and trickery, obviously, you’re just too silly, okay?" Old Mo, the elder, said smugly.

"Hmph! I won’t play anymore; it always ends disappointingly with you!" the old man in white huffed angrily.

Then he stood up directly and walked out of the park.

"Old Zheng! Why leave so soon? Didn’t you say you were going to battle with me for three hundred rounds? We’re not even done with one, and you’re fleeing the battlefield?" Old Mo laughed gleefully.

"Hmph! I have things at home; we’ll continue tomorrow!" Old Zheng said through gritted teeth.

But he quickened his pace, heading out.

"This Old Zheng! Always , as soon as he’s about to lose, he cheats! Young man, want to sit down and keep this old fool company for a few games?" Old Mo asked with a smile.

"I’d be honored!" Zhang Xiaohao replied with a smile.

He then sat down opposite Old Mo.

"Respecting the old, indulging the young, I won’t hold back then." Old Mo smiled.

Taking the white pieces, he made the first move.

"It’s only right." Zhang Xiaohao replied.

Pinching a black piece between his fingers, he positioned it tightly in front of the white pieces.

"The young fellow seems fierce! Coming in hard right away against this old man, not a young man’s usual style!" Old Mo teased with a smile.

"A chessboard is like a battlefield; once chosen to strike, there’s no reason to retreat! Either live standing, or die standing!" Zhang Xiaohao smiled.

"A good one, live standing or die standing! But sometimes, being too fierce isn’t always good; you might find yourself losing sense in the heat! Young man, there’s a long road ahead, don’t get too absorbed in a minor victory!" Old Mo advised.

During the conversation, his hands moved swiftly.

In no time, big chess pieces almost covered the board,

From the look of it, the black pieces were overwhelming, trapping the white pieces completely, cutting off all means of life.

Old Mo picked up a piece, contemplating for quite a while with no place to place it.

"Ah! The Yangtze River waves push the waves ahead, the waves ahead crash on the shore! Getting old, alas! Time spares no one, compared to you young folks, one has to admit aging!" Old Mo shook his head in lament.

"An old person at home is like a treasure; having someone like you around must be a great blessing." Zhang Xiaohao laughed.

"This old man is called Yang Mo, young man, what’s your surname?" Old Mo asked.

"Zhang Xiaohao!" Zhang Xiaohao replied with a smile.

"Hmm, nice name! Majestic, unmatched!" Yang Mo praised.

"You’ve flattered me, sir!" Zhang Xiaohao replied.

"This old man will presume and call you Xiaohao, hope you don’t mind!" Yang Mo chuckled. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝔫𝔢𝔱

"No worries, a name is just a label." Zhang Xiaohao responded.

"Youngsters like you are becoming rare; if only you were my descendant, how wonderful it would be!" Yang Mo remarked.

"Ha ha." Zhang Xiaohao shrugged slightly.

"By the way, this old man has a granddaughter at home, hmm, she’s quite presentable, in the prime of her life; Xiaohao, if you’re interested, I could introduce her to you!" Yang Mo said earnestly.

"Cough, cough!" Zhang Xiaohao suddenly started coughing.

"Don’t tease me, sir; a poor guy like me couldn’t possibly marry a girl from the big city. Even if I could, I couldn’t afford it!" Zhang Xiaohao said with a wry smile.

"Xiaohao, you’re being dishonest!" Yang Mo stated.