The Lady's Sickly Husband

C100. I Lose

Smelling a rat, the butler hurriedly stepped forward, "Master, lord is back, and the dishes are ready. Shall we serve now?"

"Fine."

Mr. Tong was angry and, swinging his sleeves, returned to his own seat.

He had never talked or apologized to anyone in such an obsequious way. Even the Emperor of Tianqi talked with him with excessive courtesy.

After the dishes were served, old Mr. Tong didn't give up and picked up a chicken leg all the way to put it in Tong Zijing's bowl. Then, he cleared his throat and tried to be nice, "Jing, look, daddy has prepared all dishes you liked when you were a child." The was the best he could do.

Tong Zijing looked up, eyes full of scorn. Without touching the bowl, he glanced at the chicken leg and ordered, "Tong Zhan, take it away. This chicken leg is for you."

Tong Zhang, standing behind, under the intent gaze of Tong Zijing, picked up the bowl with shaking hands, hesitating to eat or not.

The whole hall was more than quiet. The sound of a needle dropping to the ground would be audible. The atmosphere instantly dropped to the lowest.

A ghost of cold smile involuntarily touched the corners of Tong Zijing's lips.

Old Mr. Tong's eyes seemed to be spitting fire of fury.

Was him defying him? Why could he talk to a servant but refused to talk to his father or accept the food? This was fine. But how dared he give the food to a servant right before him? This was tearing his face. As the master of the family, how could he swallow the humiliation?

The hand dotted with blue vessels thumped on the table, "You...you're such a unfilial son!"

How did Ji Xuyao teach him?

Burning in fire, Mr. Tong sprang up and was about to ask the butler to send for Ji Xuyao when his sleeve suddenly knocked down a bowl, which rotated a circle on the table and then dropped to the ground, creating a crisp sound of porcelain breaking!

The butler acted quick, and just as the sound rang, he smiled and said a luck talk to fend off omen, "Bad luck breaks; bad luck breaks..." At once, servants rushed over to clean away the bowl pieces.

In the hall, every servant felt their hearts raising to throats. They weren't unfamiliar with master's cruelty and tyranny.

Hearing the crisp sound, Tong Zijing slightly lifted his brows, and the subtle scorn turned into a big laughter.

The laughter contained insanity.

Then, Tong Zijing picked up a bowl near him and heavily slammed it to the ground.

"Squelch!" One more crisp sound.

"Nice." Tong Zijing threw the bowl and murmured in a low voice as if he was addicted to it.

Then, he picked up another bowl and slammed again.

"Squelch, squelch, squelch." He broke a few bowls in a row.

Every time a bowl fell on the ground and created a sound, he laughed, with increasing insanity.

At once, the floor turned messy, and the servants all hurried to kneel down everywhere.

Then, all bowls and plates on the table were broken, soup and rice and meat and vegetables were scattered on the table, the chairs and the floor.

"Tong Ping, Tong An, get me more bowls. I want to hear the sound."

The two exchanged a look, hurriedly left the room to find more bowls.

Sister had said that he didn't have to bear with it anymore. If the old man did things that he didn't like again, he could use his own way to refuse. He didn't have to hide and be mad at himself.