Chapter 88

Zhou Cong sat at the head of the table, right next to the Old Madam. The seat beside him was empty, reserved for his wife, Lady Bai. At the Zhou estate, the New Year’s Eve dinner was different from other meals; to display family harmony, young and old, men and women, sat together. Because Lady Bai was absent tonight, they had been waiting for over half an hour. The food had already grown cold, but since the Old Madam had not given the word to begin, no one dared to touch their chopsticks. Zhou Cong kept his head bowed, his eyes lowered. He understood the hidden meaning in the Old Madam’s words. The "living person" the Old Madam spoke of was not himself, nor anyone in this room—it was Lu Zhihe.