Fated to My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 792: Chapter 792: Is There Any Problem with This Letter?_1 Chapter 792: Chapter 792: Is There Any Problem with This Letter?_1 She used to play chess with him, and he always let her win on purpose, which made her feel proud, thinking she was good at chess.

But in this game, he managed to block all her potential moves in the shortest time possible.

Her chess skills haven’t declined, which can only mean that the old man has never revealed his true abilities.

Why would he reveal his true abilities this time?

Did he want to hint to her that he wasn’t that easy to deal with?

Or could he have found out about something?

With complex thoughts in her mind, Jian Yufei followed him to the living room.

She went into the kitchen to brew tea, deliberately using the simplest method of brewing tea.

Once the pot of tea was ready, she took out her phone to check the time…

When it was about time, she carried the teapot out.

“Grandpa, I made tea for you. If it’s not good, don’t blame me.”

Jian Yufei walked over to him with a smile. Ruan Anguo laughed and replied: “I’ll know if it’s good or not only after I drink it. If it’s not good, I will punish you by making you take a tea-art class for a month!”

“That’s unfair. I’ll be at a loss…” Jian Yufei was about to pour the tea for him, joining him at the low table, when a maid entered, interrupting them.

“Master, there’s a kid outside who asked me to deliver this letter to you.”

The maid handed over a white envelope. Jian Yufei glanced up and saw that the envelope was clean without any writing.

Ruan Anguo was puzzled as he accepted the envelope. He tore it open and pulled out the folded paper inside.

Opening it —

His face changed dramatically upon reading the contents. The paper slipped from his hands and fell to the floor…

Lowering her gaze, Jian Yufei could clearly see the contents on it.

The message was: Dear old man, I’m back. Long time no see.

The signature was — Xiao Zexin.

“Grandpa, what’s wrong?” Jian Yufei asked him, clearly puzzled.

Ruan Anguo was startled but quickly recovered, “Nothing, I’m fine…”

As he hurriedly bent down to pick up the paper, Jian Yufei noticed his hands were slightly trembling.

The old man quickly folded the paper back up, looked up and coldly asked the maid, “Who is the sender of this letter?”

“It was a kid.”

“Where is the kid?”

“He’s probably still outside, I’ll go and bring him in.” The maid left quickly after answering him.

Jian Yufei continued to ask, clearly confused: “Grandpa, is there a problem with this letter?”

Ruan Anguo looked at her and smiled, “No problem. It’s a letter from an old friend of mine. I was just startled when I saw it.”

Jian Yufei smiled, “So that’s it. Is your old friend’s name Xiao Zexin?”

“You saw that?”

“Yes, but I didn’t mean to peek. It just happened to fall on the floor…”

Ruan Anguo gave her a deep look but quickly returned to his calm composure.

“Yes, his name is Xiao Zexin…”

He seemed to be talking to her, and also talking to himself.

Jian Yufei’s hand, which was resting below the teapot, clenched secretly as her heart beat quickly.

It turns out he does know Xiao Zexin!

She had the impulsive urge to ask him if Xiao Zexin was her biological father.

What kind of relationship do they have…

But she couldn’t ask. The answers might not all be true.

The maid quickly brought in a five or six-year-old boy.

Ruan Anguo kindly beckoned the boy over: “Little friend, come over here. I have a few questions to ask you.”

“What do you want to ask?” the innocent boy asked.

“Who gave you this letter?” The old man pointed at the white envelope.