Fake Daughter Is Rich Again?

Uncle Chen's life was no longer in danger, but his current condition wasn't too optimistic yet. She still needed something. Once she got hold of it, she would be able to set his bone right and he would then stand like a normal person again.

But the thing she needed was rare and hard to obtain.

She probably needed the Red Alliance's help.

Qiao Nian was completely drained, and even raising an arm was too much to ask of her. But she was still busy thinking about finding the item.

All of a sudden, she felt her feet leave the ground. She was picked up horizontally.

"Uh..."

The distinct masculine scent hit Qiao Nian, and her instinct was to avoid it. She struggled to be let down.

"What are you doing, put me down."

She thought that she still had the condition of the past, such that she would break out in rashes on her neck and elbows whenever someone of the opposite gender came into direct contact with her. But when she looked down at her arms, she realized that they were still fair and clear. There was no trace of a single rash.

None at all?

How did this happen?

as she tried to

would have rashes whenever a guy touched her or even come too close.

But there were exceptions.

Nian recalled Jiang Li

out in rashes when they touched her, but that was likely

What about him?

Qiao Nian for many years and was one she could not treat herself of. She had gone to several dermatologists, but they said that this was not a skin problem per se. Rather, her rashes were a manifestation of her

why she had to

Wangchuan... was the only adult male unrelated to her by blood who did not trigger her

the previous time, but she thought it was just

Nian took a deep breath and her eyes

emotional shift on her part and Ye Wangchuan did not notice it. He

low, soothing, and captivating voice, "Don't move about. I'll carry you to Qichen's room

isn't too bad. His grandfather had it customized for him in Beijing. Have a

San blushed as he followed behind them.

territory. Elder Ye had it specially customized for him, and he never allowed anyone on it. Little Young Master did like Miss Qiao, but what if

kicked out of the room by

She held onto his shirt and remained stiff,