HBWMA -Chapter 64 Who Is Mr. Bai?

“This Shen sea turtle is really disgusting—he actually treats me like an ox!”

Jiang Huashan came out of the bathroom cursing. When she returned to the flower hall, she found that Shen Guiling was already gone. Old Master Shen was sitting in front of the chessboard lost in thought, while Shen Zhi was tidying up the tea set.

She paused, then walked up and looked around. “Grandpa, where’s Shen Guiling? Did he go to the bathroom too?”

Old Master Shen’s thoughts drifted back. He looked at her with amusement. “The game is over. A-Ling went back?”

“Over?” Jiang Huashan looked incredulous. What? She was gone for only five minutes—how could Shen Guiling finish so fast?

“Who won?” That was what she cared about most.

Old Master Shen turned to glance at the board. “He won.”

Jiang Huashan was even more surprised. She quickly ran forward and saw it clearly—double cannons delivering checkmate. A dead end.

Old Master Shen looked at her stunned expression. “I’ve got to thank you. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have lasted this long.”

Jiang Huashan was instantly speechless.

She wasn’t actually a twelve-year-old with limited intelligence. If Shen Guiling could solve this game in five minutes, that meant he had been toying with her for the entire hour before.

No wonder he kept making her drink water—so this was revenge. That bastard was still just as sinister!

Shen Zhi finished packing the tea set and prepared to leave. Then he seemed to think of something and looked at Jiang Huashan. “Miss, would you like more tea?”

“… ”

Jiang Huashan suddenly felt it again. Holding her swollen stomach, she dashed expressionlessly toward the bathroom.

Old Master Shen watched this with amusement and shook his head, continuing to study the chessboard.

Those last five minutes had truly amazed him. The calm decisiveness in Shen Guiling’s every move—if placed on a battlefield instead of a chessboard, he could command half a nation.

Old Master Shen leaned on his cane and slowly reclined into the rocking chair.

It seemed this matter required careful consideration.

Jiang Huashan stood under the corridor, watching the shadow of the bamboo chair expand and contract on the ground. Whenever the old man was seriously thinking about something, the rocking rhythm of the chair became unusually… harmonious.

It was obvious that Grandpa had also realized Shen Guiling had deliberately fed her tea and intentionally prolonged the game. Yet he had allowed it all. Not only that—he seemed quite satisfied with Shen Guiling.

That was what puzzled Jiang Huashan.

She clearly remembered that in her previous life, before she went to Xiaying, Shen Guiling had barely left any impression in front of Grandpa. So why had everything changed so drastically this time?

The more she thought about it, the more annoyed she became. It felt like she had spent the entire day only to end up doing Shen Guiling’s dirty work for him.

No.

It seemed she needed to adjust her strategy.

Bamboo Courtyard.

Shen Guiling usually went to the Shen residence every morning and returned at noon. Sometimes, if Old Master Shen kept him for lunch, he would only come back in the afternoon. But today, he deliberately returned an hour earlier.

When he arrived at his room, the door was not locked. Shen Guiling acted as if he noticed nothing and walked in.

His room had a separate study and bedroom. Past the entrance was a walk-in foyer.

As soon as he stepped past the partition into the study, Zhao Ping immediately stood up and turned around. “Young Master A-Ling, why are you back so early today?”

Shen Guiling glanced lightly at the books in his hands. “The chess game ended, so I came back.”

Zhao Ping quickly stacked the books neatly. “I saw things were a bit messy, so I was just tidying up.”

Shen Guiling nodded. “Then continue.” With that, he walked to the sofa and started using his phone.

Zhao Ping casually finished tidying, straightening a notebook on the desk. “Young Master A-Ling, it’s done.”

Shen Guiling looked up, his gaze warm. “Thank you for your hard work.”

Zhao Ping’s eyes flickered. “It’s nothing, it’s my duty.”

Seeing that Shen Guiling had no intention of continuing the conversation, Zhao Ping took the initiative. “Young Master A-Ling, what about your chess set? Didn’t you bring it out this morning? Why didn’t you bring it back?”

“The old master kept it,” Shen Guiling replied calmly. “He said he’ll give me a new set another day.”

Zhao Ping nodded and flattered him with a smile. “As expected of Young Master A-Ling. The old master is treating you more and more differently.”

Shen Guiling smiled faintly. “I’m just lucky to have such a good grandfather.”

Zhao Ping was about to agree, but a strange feeling suddenly rose in his heart.

From the start, he had been questioning him. Normally, anyone would have grown impatient by now, but the young man before him answered every question calmly. For some reason, that obedience gave Zhao Ping a strange sense of discomfort.

He smiled awkwardly. “Young Master A-Ling, I’ll head out now. Call me if you need anything.”

Shen Guiling nodded.

Zhao Ping turned and left. Soon, the sound of the door closing echoed in the room.

The warmth in Shen Guiling’s eyes instantly turned cold.

After thinking for a moment, he walked to the desk and casually felt along the back of the crowded bookshelf.

As expected—there was a small circular pinhole camera.

Shen Guiling let out a cold laugh and withdrew his hand without care.

Still the same old tricks after all this time. Did Shen Qian really think installing a surveillance camera in his room could control him?

Naive.

Shen Guiling turned the chair, casually opened the computer, and with a few lazy movements of his long fingers, the ordinary desktop instantly switched into a dark, unfamiliar interface.

Just moments ago, Zhao Ping had already gone through all the files on the laptop—but found nothing except study materials.

Shen Guiling put on his headphones and continued typing.

A sharp female voice came through.

“Shen Qian, what exactly do you mean? With such a huge incident in the Yao family, are you just going to sit back and do nothing?”

“Shen Qian, are you even listening to me?”

“When you sent that bastard into the Shen residence, did you ever think about A-Nian?”

Shen Guiling remained indifferent. With a light tap of his finger, multiple camera angles appeared, quickly locking onto Yao Ge and Shen Qian.

In the video, Shen Qian impatiently shook off Yao Ge’s hand and pointed at her nose with a vicious expression.

“Blame your son for being useless. I invested so much in raising him, and all he does is gamble and chase women. Let me warn you—stop being clever, or don’t blame me for disregarding years of marital ties!”

Shen Guiling had no interest in watching dogs bite each other. He removed his headphones and cut off the surveillance feed.

Just as he was about to shut down the computer, a notification popped up in the bottom right corner.

“You have a new email.”

His gaze darkened slightly as he opened it.

“Respected Mr. Bai, I apologize for contacting you without permission, but there is an urgent matter…”