Ji Qiu was sitting in the seat of honor in the Ji family hall. His handsome face showed traces of the passing years. As Ji Ru's eldest son, he was widely acknowledged to be next in line to head the family. For the past couple of years, Ji Ru's health had declined and many Ji family matters had been handed over to Ji Qiu.
Several other people sat in the hall. Besides Ji Mubai and Ji Qingshang, a middle-aged man who looked fairly similar to Ji Qiu sat on his right. However, compared to the solemn-looking Ji Qiu, this person had a cunning look which made him unapproachable despite his handsomeness. This was Ji Ru's second son, Ji He. An astute businessman, most of the Ji family's commerce was handled by him.
The hall was completely silent. A smile tugged at the corner of Ji He's mouth as his gaze swept over Ji Qiu's face. Ji Qiu seemed entirely absorbed in quietly sipping his tea.
