Rebirth with Secret Identities: The Young Miss Shocks the Globe

She spent ten years making the Quan family rise powerfully and enabling her sister to become the youngest Best Actress. Yet, this very sister brutally gouged out her eyes, had her legs amputated, a...

Chapter 9 Where can I learn etiquette?

Big Brother Quan Mo couldn't bear to listen any longer and said in a deep voice:

"Jinrou is our treasure, and we are willing to treat her well. Someone like you who grew up in the countryside will naturally not understand."

There was a hint of sarcasm on Quan Qiao's lips.

Be nice to Quan Jinrou voluntarily?

The four older brothers are not my biological children, but my uncle’s sons.

Eighteen years ago, a fire killed their parents.

Quan Zhenguo picked them up and raised them because of their blood relationship.

They grew up with Quan Jinrou and especially liked her gentleness and kindness.

But if they knew Quan Jinrou's true face and the truth of what happened back then, would they still be nice to her?

Haha, looking forward to it!

Quan Jinrou always felt that Quan Qiao's eyes were eerie and strange, like a ghost crawling out of hell, able to see through everything about people.

She simply changed the subject:

"Sis just came back, it's normal for her to say something she doesn't want to say. I won't be angry with her.

Sister, you've been traveling all day, you must be very hungry, come and sit down and have a meal with us."

As she spoke, she stood up and helped Quan Qiao pull out the stool.

The four brothers immediately stopped him with distress:

"Jinrou, you are the eldest daughter of the Quan family, how could you do such a thing?"

"She's from the countryside, she has hands and feet, she can just find a seat by herself."

"Sit down quickly, don't tire yourself out."

Several people's faces were full of worry.

Quan Zhenguo also looked at Quan Qiao unhappily: "What are you still standing there for? Why don't you come and sit down? Do you really want us to invite you personally?"

The words were serious and cold.

Quan Qiao glanced at Quan Zhenguo, her eyes cold and mocking.

This is her father.

Her mother once accompanied him in starting from scratch, from selling things on the street to becoming a multi-millionaire, and suffered a lot.

Now that the daughter of his legal wife is back, he doesn't say a word of concern. Instead, he's worried that she's burdening the daughter of his mistress?

Zhen Qiaohui said at the right time:

"Xiao Qiao just came back from the countryside. She's definitely not used to so many people, and she hasn't seen so much food. We should be more understanding of her."

As she spoke, she looked at Quan Qiao and said:

"Xiao Qiao, don't be afraid. From today on, we are all your family. Just treat this place as your own home. Don't feel constrained."

The words were gentle, generous and noble.

Quan Qiao suddenly smiled, and with a sharp gaze, he asked her:

"What do you mean by treating this place as my own home? Isn't this my home?"

The cold question came out, the questioning was overwhelming.

Zhen Qiaohui's elegant and wealthy face froze in an instant.

Quan Qiao actually spoke like this?

She was a wild girl from the countryside. She was always respectful when she called before, so why was she...

The four brothers also looked at her unhappily.

Quan Zhenyue slammed his palm on the table:

"Quan Qiao, how dare you talk to your mother like that! Didn't anyone teach you etiquette? Didn't anyone teach you to respect your elders?!"

"Zhenyue, it's okay, Xiaoqiao is still young..."

Zhen Qiaohui wanted to speak, but Quan Qiao interrupted her and stared at Quan Zhenyue and said:

“Indeed, no one taught me any etiquette. When I was born, my mother died in childbirth at the age of 25.

She left me no books, no words.

She died on the cold operating table, in a pool of blood, with no one paying any attention to her.

When she died, her man, my father, was still in love with his new love.

My parents are not around, who will teach me? Where can I learn etiquette?"

The cold words were spoken word by word, with an icy crispness like jade.