Chapter 702: Qianqian Falls Ill

How busy must one be to not even contact her or Lu Zhenzhen?

Nan Jiaojiao had intended to make a phone call to ask, but upon hearing some noise in the living room, she tucked her cellphone into her purse.

Upon circling out from the tea room, she saw Aunt Chen holding Qianqian, with two servants tidying something up, while Bo Qingshan hopped anxiously around, “Let me see, did she get burned?”

“No, no…” Aunt Chen hastily lifted Qianqian, saying in a rush, “I’ll take Miss to cool off with some water.”

It was then that Nan Jiaojiao noticed the cup of milk tea she had left on the coffee table.

She hadn’t placed the cup further in since it was closer to her hand, but in the time it took to make a phone call, it seemed that Qianqian had run over to play, knocked over the milk tea, and even burned her hand.

“Let me have a look.” Nan Jiaojiao happened to be standing in the unavoidable path to the dining room, effectively blocking them.

But Aunt Chen, holding Qianqian, dodged and wouldn’t let her touch, her expression panicked, “No, no need, it’s not very hot, a rinse will do.

I’ll take Miss upstairs to rinse her and, incidentally, change her clothes…

her sleeve…

the sleeve got wet.”

Nan Jiaojiao sensed something was off and stopped them again.

Aunt Chen wasn’t as quick with her movements.

While trying to hide it, Nan Jiaojiao had already rolled up Qianqian’s sleeve.

Her face abruptly stiffened, shock and anger slowly welled up in her eyes.

She abruptly raised her head, her clear eyes staring straight at Aunt Chen, “What happened?”

Aunt Chen dared not speak.

Nan Jiaojiao flipped Qianqian’s sleeve up further, disbelieving, then proceeded to unbutton the sleeve and pull open the collar.

Looking down, Nan Jiaojiao’s eyes turned red.

“Her skin…

what’s happened to it?”

“What’s wrong?”

Old Lady Bo and Bo Qingshan approached, catching a glimpse of Nan Jiaojiao’s bloodshot eyes, unable to tell if she wanted to cry or was overwhelmed by anger.

Aunt Chen suddenly knelt down, unable to hold back, “Miss…

Miss has had this skin condition since she was one year old.

Fourth Young Madam has some medicine, and whenever Miss has an outbreak, she’s given a pill, which controls the condition.

But if we run out of medicine, or if it isn’t administered in time, folds appear on her body again…”

Elder Bo’s head went “boom,” her body felt as if it weighed a thousand pounds, and Auntie Wu quickly supported her.

She also saw Qianqian’s skin and felt so pained her old eyes turned red, “Old Madam, that Fourth Young Madam…

is too cruel.”

Qianqian’s skin was aged.

The three-year-old girl had skin like that of an eighty-year-old, save for her arms and neck.

The rest of her body was covered in folds and signs of peeling dead skin.

Old Lady Bo’s vision blurred, she urgently asked, “So what’s wrong with her now, where is that medicine you mentioned, the medicine!”

“Fed, fed her, yesterday,” Aunt Chen cried in response, “but somehow, her skin that was recovering suddenly flared up again.”

Nan Jiaojiao narrowed her eyes at her, “How long have you kept this a secret?”

“It’s been…

always hidden since Miss Qianqian got this disease.

Fourth Young Master doesn’t know about it; he only knows Miss Qianqian stutters and has been seeking doctors everywhere, only the Fourth Young Madam knows, and each time Miss Qianqian had an outbreak, Fourth Young Madam was with her.”

No wonder, the disease was so bizarre, controllable with medication.

No wonder Qianqian, held by so many people, never aroused anyone’s suspicion.

“Zhou Zining isn’t a Bo family member anymore, why are you still hiding this?

Huh?!” Old Lady fumed with urgency.

Aunt Chen trembled all over, her head knocking down twice, her cry like one crumbled upon crushed glass.