Lost and Found: Return of My Mysterious Fiancee by KIKI

Chapter 879: Forgive My Modesty, I Am a Go Grandmaster

Ruud's face beamed with boundless joy and the pride of victory as he lifted Natalie into his arms, spinning her around in place.

Natalie, unbothered by any sense of propriety, wrapped her arms confidently around Ruud's neck and planted a kiss on his cheek. At over forty, she showed none of the typical reserve of adulthood, radiating the passion of a couple deeply in love.

"Don't get too excited. This is just the beginning," Natalie teased, tilting Ruud's chin up with a domineering smirk. "Wait until I win clean and clear. She'll cry and beg while calling me Mrs. Pace!" Ruud, shy and blushing, managed to stammer in his deep voice, "You're incredible! Absolutely incredible!"

Jared, ever the opportunist, recorded every moment of their interaction for the livestream, his face full of amusement as he glanced over at Tina.

Tina, however, only spared the scene a brief glance before looking away. She supported Natalie and Ruud's relationship, but that didn't mean she wanted to watch such displays of affection. The livestream chat exploded with comments:

> "Ahhh! I'm being blinded by this sweetness!"

> "General Praevion's twilight romance! Ruud is such an adorable little husband!"

Meanwhile, River Swanson's nails dug into her palms as she watched Natalie and Ruud, jealousy consuming her. She couldn't bear their happiness.

Luna Black, noticing River's turmoil, shot a glare in Natalie's direction before attempting to console her friend. "Miss Swanson, don't get upset. The competition's barely begun. There's no way she can keep showing off like this."

River's eyes glinted with suspicion. "I bet her harp performance wasn't even legitimate. Leo probably gave her a special harp to avoid embarrassing the Pace family. That's the only way she could've beaten me!"

The second round began: Go.

Natalie and River Swanson sat across from each other at the board. Natalie took the black pieces, while River had the white.

Black goes first. Natalie calmly placed her first piece on the intersection of the board. River, unwilling to fall behind, immediately blocked black's path with her white piece.

Natalie, unbothered, placed her second piece with the same composed expression. River followed suit, blocking again.

As the game progressed, Natalie captured River's first piece with ease and set it aside. River's brow furrowed. Within just ten moves, she found herself unable to decipher Natalie's strategy. Time ticked away, and River hesitated before placing her next piece.

the mid-stage, she began her assault with the precision of a siege, capturing white

Natalie would capture three,

wiped out the remaining white

her fists beneath the table, her knuckles cracking

she win again? How

in frustration. "What kind of trickery are you pulling?

gaze was light and teasing. "Only the

and livid. "Nonsense! There's no way I'd lose

casually remarked, "Forgive my modesty,

as if she

crowd gasped in

"Tenth dan in Go?!"

across Sinoria had ever achieved a tenth dan rank. Such individuals were renowned for their exceptional intelligence, far above the norm. River scoffed coldly. "You expect

laugh. "If I'm not

chat

"Tenth dan?! I can't even dream

Natalie must

captured those

The Third Round:

two sets of calligraphy supplies, placing them on either side of the competition area. Natalie and River Swanson were given thirty minutes to each complete a piece of calligraphy. Determined to recover from her earlier losses, River chose

a single fluid motion, finishing within ten minutes. River, noticing Natalie had already stopped, grew increasingly uneasy and

finished, the Pace family staff carefully displayed their works. Among the crowd were several enthusiasts who collected calligraphy and eagerly stepped forward to examine the pieces. From the back of the crowd, an elderly man with snow-white hair and a long beard approached. His

Ethan Maguire, the renowned

was full of

Swanson's work. Her characters were delicate and graceful, displaying a natural charm. Stroking his beard,

give you four words: 'Graceful as trees, serene as a breeze."" He then added, "However, some areas lack strength, while others

crowd erupted