Qiao Jiezhe saw his sister coming downstairs with Yang Xiaoqing, and he was so angry he wanted to curse. This Qiao Yue’er really is sothing else, kneeling here first thing in the morning. Everyone jumped when they got up.
Didn’t learn anything else, but she sure is familiar with these thirty-six stratagems!
Yang Xiaoqing is an outsider. How does she expect people to think when she does this? Would it give her a bad impression of his sister?
"Qiqi, Miss Yang, you’re awake. Go eat first, breakfast is ready in the dining room." Qiao Yaozu stood up and said.
"Uncle Qiao, there’s no need to be so formal. I’m the younger one, just call Xiaoqing. We’ll go eat now." Yang Xiaoqing pulled Qiao Qiqi towards the dining room.
Qiao Qiqi didn’t want to bother either. After all, the feelings from more than ten years involved Dad, Mom, and Qiao Yue’er, and she couldn’t really get involved. If she said too much, there’d be suspicion of sowing discord.
The servant saw them coming over and imdiately served breakfast. The two sat down and began to eat.
Qiao Qiqi sipped her milk and looked at Qiao Yue’er kneeling straight in the distance. She really knows how to bend and stretch. Kneeling like that didn’t seem shaful to her.
Indeed, Qiao Yue’er still depends on the Qiao Family now. Without the Qiao Family, she is nothing. What’s kneeling worth?
"Get up first. There are still guests here, what does it look like for you to kneel like that?" Qiao Yaozu said.
"Yue’er, get up first, then we can talk." Wu Lening sighed, feeling very uncomfortable inside.
Qiao Yue’er shook her head, "Mom, Dad, I know I was wrong. I shouldn’t have said that yesterday! But... but..."
As she spoke, she suddenly began crying, "I was just a little jealous of my sister. It was my birthday yesterday too, but no one rembered... I really know I’m wrong. I swear I won’t do it again. Please forgive ."
Qiao Qiqi was a bit surprised to hear Qiao Yue’er admit that she did it on purpose yesterday. She thought she’d keep on stubbornly denying it. She must know that holding out wouldn’t help, so she retreated to advance.
Thinking about it, an eighteen-year-old girl feeling jealous is normal and isn’t a big mistake.
And so, Wu Lening began to soften, but seeing her husband and son’s serious expressions, she didn’t say a word.
"Let’s talk after you stand up." Qiao Jiezhe glared at her impatiently.
"I won’t get up if you don’t forgive ." Qiao Yue’er stubbornly knelt there. Wu Lening wasn’t the only one who softened; even the older servant felt a bit sorry for her.
"I forgive you," Qiao Yaozu said.
Qiao Jiezhe imdiately looked at his father, utterly incredulous. That was it for forgiveness?
Qiao Yaozu gave his son a look to calm down and said, "Sit down first."
Qiao Yue’er hesitantly looked at her father and then at her mother. She knew well who the most soft-hearted person here was.
"Get up quickly; let’s talk while sitting down." Wu Lening motioned to her.
Qiao Yue’er finally got up and sat on the sofa beside her, though only half of her body was on it, looking very anxious and fearful.
"Yue’er, we’ve raised you for eighteen years. We have treated you well. Since you were little, your food, clothing, and living have been the best, even better than your brother’s!" Qiao Yaozu spoke earnestly.
Qiao Yue’er looked fearful on the outside, but inside she thought, isn’t that how it should be!
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