Chapter 588: You Have to Have Some Shame

Nan Jiaojiao somehow produced a lollipop out of nowhere.

Qianqian immediately switched sides, “Pretty, sister.”

“Mmhmm~”

Nan Jiaojiao picked up Qianqian and shoved the candy at her.

Qianqian gripped it in her hand and instinctively tried to hand it to Bo Yanching, “Uncle, uncle, candy, unwrap it.”

Bo Yanching leaned casually against the door frame, raised an eyebrow and chuckled lightly.

“Little girl, bought by just a candy.

Now you call me uncle, too late.”

Nan Jiaojiao interjected, “No, you can’t have candy after brushing your teeth, put it under the pillow, and eat it after breakfast tomorrow morning.”

Without hesitation, Qianqian withdrew her hand and clutched the lollipop tightly.

A sly little girl, good at finding supporters.

Bo Yanching didn’t argue with her, but turned to look at the other person loitering in the room.

He said unceremoniously, “That extra person, isn’t it time for you to come out?”

Bo Qingshan was so irked his teeth itched.

He begrudgingly walked to the door and before he could wish a good night, Bo Yanching had yanked him out.

His nape was gripped tightly, and the man effortlessly hauled him to the room next door.

When he let go, he knocked on his head, “How old are you to be so clingy?

Stop bothering your Sister Jiaojiao at night.”

Bo Qingshan held his head and cried out in pain, defiantly glancing sidelong at him, “Then why are you going in?”

“My room, can’t I enter?”

Sometimes Bo Qingshan really thought his uncle was shameless, but it wasn’t easy to say it outright.

After all, the seniority weighed heavily, plus he wasn’t good at taking a beating.

“Uncle,” Bo Qingshan quietly edged toward the door, moving to a spot where he could safely take off running.

Only then did he blurt out the words stuck in his throat, “You should have some shame!”

Before the words even fell, he had already run off without a trace.

Bo Yanching curled up the corners of his mouth, glanced at the neighboring bedroom—his door wasn’t shut tightly, just ajar.

It’s unclear who he was hinting at.

The lights were on until midnight, but Nan Jiaojiao didn’t come.

Upstairs, Zhou Zining’s room.

Tonight, Aunt Chen was supposed to sleep with Qianqian, but Bo Qingshan had taken her away.

She followed for a bit uneasily, and after she saw the young master taking Qianqian to Bo Yanching and Nan Jiaojiao, she quietly turned around and left.

Thinking she should at least inform Zhou Zining, she went to knock on the door, not hoping for Zhou Zining to actually open it, so she knocked very lightly.

It would be even better if Zhou Zining had gone to sleep.

“Come in,” a gloomy voice said from inside the door.

Aunt Chen’s hand trembled, she pinched her palm hard before she pushed the door open, “Fourth Young Madam, Miss Qianqian was taken by the young master…

Fourth Young Madam!”

Aunt Chen suddenly turned pale and hurried into the room, but then abruptly stopped upon seeing the horrifying scene in front of her, panicking and unsure what to do.

“Fourth Young Madam, your hand…”

Zhou Zining was holding a nail clipper, cutting her nails, but her fingertips were bloody and raw.

The blood dripped from her smooth thigh down to her knee and then trickled along her calf into the carpet.

She sat on the edge of the bed, clad only in a rose-colored strappy nightgown, her legs crossed, sitting sideways, her upper body leaning down, her hands pressing on the leg above.

She looked up, her face pale, but the lamplight made the red blood vessels in her eyes vivid, resembling a fierce ghost with red lips ready to claim a life any moment.

“What’s wrong?” she spoke with a hoarse voice.

It wasn’t the voice of someone who had cried or smoked, but rather, a low tone, like moss clinging to damp stones, carrying a subtle aggression and dampness.