Holding the big boss doll, the soft beauty is going crazy

Chapter 100

She took a step forward, tightly holding Ning Ruchu's hand, her eyes full of gratitude and earnestness: "From today on, you are my good sister!"

Butler Dong was a little ashamed, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Luo, I offended you before."

Ning Ruochu shook her head: "I don't mind."

It has been less than five minutes since she came in, and Butler Dong has spoken harshly to her several times, but she doesn't care at all?
Is it because of his magnanimity, or is it because of her lowly status that makes her feel inferior?

Dong Qingran just thought she was easy to get along with and kept praising her: "Sister, you have a good personality, you are gentle and considerate."

"You don't know, I was bumped by someone as soon as I came in, and my ankle was sprained. The Luo family's servants haven't brought me an ice pack yet!"

With such a comparison, Ning Ruchu's image in her mind has been elevated to a higher level.

"Oh, by the way, whose family was the one that bumped into me just now?" Dong Qingran turned and asked the housekeeper.

Butler Dong glanced at Ning Ruchu and reminded him in a low voice: "The one just now was the young lady of the Ning family."

"Ning family? I've never heard of them. A small family..."

Butler Dong added anxiously: "It's Mrs. Luo's mother's family!"

There was a moment of silence in the space.

Dong Qingran turned her head stiffly and smiled awkwardly: "I'm sorry, sister, I didn't expect she was your sister."

Ning Ruochu smiled slightly: "Adopted."

Dong Qingran immediately changed the subject, "I was wondering how could she be so tactless and spineless? She is simply bringing shame to us Chinese people!"

I just said something serious in a moment of impatience, but I don't really take it to heart.

But Ning Tinglian's servile manner made her feel annoyed.

……

The Luo family occupies a very large area. The entire mountain is the Luo family's territory. The surrounding winding mountain roads also belong to the Xie family, and outsiders are prohibited from passing through.

When driving along the highway, there are checkpoints set up at regular intervals.

Jian Taoyue pouted, "Why is it so troublesome to go up the mountain?"

In the back row, Xie Cixing looked out the window with a sidelong glance, a little dazed.

Hearing her complaints, Xie Cixing looked over.

"You won't understand the disputes between the families."

Jian Taoyue became even more impatient, "Can't it be the same as food, with only the difference between delicious and not delicious?"

After hearing this, Xie Cixing burst out laughing and looked at her with a smile through the rearview mirror.

"You are such a greedy little cat."

The whole manor was filled with a solemn and gloomy mood. Jian Taoyue didn't like it and frowned.

"If you don't want to go, you can wait for me here." Xie Cixing got out of the car with his long legs, came to her side, and whispered, "I put some snacks in the trunk."

Jian Taoyue's eyes suddenly lit up, the worry between her brows disappeared, and she excitedly went to open the trunk.

Xie Cixing laughed and shook his head: "She can be kidnapped just by giving her some snacks."

Fortunately, I met her, otherwise I would definitely...

With her status, she couldn't stand being bullied.

"Miss, your wounds haven't healed yet, so don't hold on any longer. Just pay your respects to Mr. Luo and go back."

Xie Cixing looked in the direction of the voice and saw Sheng Qianwei who had just got off the car with an umbrella held for her by the driver.

Today she is still wearing a new Chinese style dress, with a crescent pattern cut out on the chest of her black coat. The wind blows through the hem of her black skirt, with dark patterns flowing and golden light shining.

Xie Cixing raised his eyebrows, put one hand across his chest, bent the index finger of his other hand, placed it on his red lips, and smiled gently.

Interesting.

……

Sheng Qianwei had been away from China for three years, and when the people in the mourning hall saw her coming, they thought she was just there to mourn and didn't pay much attention to her.

You Yingying saw her and came over immediately.

"Miss Sheng, are you here to mourn Mr. Luo as well?"

The question, which was asked despite knowing the answer, attracted a few glances.

There was already talk around.

"Is that Sheng Qianwei? Mr. Luo's childhood sweetheart?"

"I heard that she was doing very well abroad, and even gave up the Avarosa Fashion Week after learning of Mr. Luo's death."

"Avarosa?! That's the fashion capital. Half of the world's famous designers gather there."

"Ms. Sheng is truly amazing for being able to start her own brand from scratch under such dire circumstances."

Ning Xiangchen coughed lightly and said, "I was rash."

He turned his head and stared at Ning Ruchu firmly with his eyes.

"Ruochu, the Ning family is your home. You can come back anytime you want."

Ning Ruochu sniffed and replied weakly: "Thank you, Dad."

Ling Chuan had already discovered that Ning Ruchu had been taken away, but he was being harassed by a group of partners and couldn't get away.

After finally getting rid of them, he immediately came to find Ning Ruchu.

"Ma'am, you don't look well. Go and have a rest first."

His slender arms blocked Ning Ruchu's body, protecting her as she left.

"My wife is not feeling well, please forgive me."

The show that Ning Xiangchen had just put on collapsed in an instant at this moment.

Ling Chuan's words made him seem like an outsider.

What kind of person is he?

Luo Zhouheng's personal secretary.

Although he is just a secretary, he is involved in a series of major decisions of the Luo Group. Now he is in charge of all the company affairs and holds real power.

Ning Ruchu, as the heir, is just a puppet for him to control the power of the company.

Can't offend.

Ning Xiangchen smiled flatteringly, "I haven't seen Ruchu for a long time. I wanted to take a good look at her. In my excitement, I neglected her body."

Ling Chuan ignored his pale explanation.

He turned around and was about to leave to protect Ning Ruchu.

Ning Tinglian followed her sideways, "Sister, let me take you home."

But while walking, he accidentally bumped into someone and was bounced back a few points.

The man exclaimed, his fluent English reeking of the United States of Amelia.

"Geez! Did you just have retinal surgery on your eyes?!"

Ning Tinglian raised her head and saw a sweet and beautiful face.

Her beautiful golden hair gently brushed her cheeks, shining brightly even in the gloomy weather, and her bright blue eyes, as deep as the sea, stared at her with annoyance.

She understood English, so she knew what she said and apologized: "I'm sorry, I was too anxious."

"Anxious?" The woman said in a harsh tone, each word heavier than the last. "Is your boyfriend having an affair with his mistress?"

Ning Tinglian lowered her head: "I'm sorry..."

Before she finished her words, the woman raised a finger and said, "I haven't finished my words yet. I can tolerate your figure like a shemale, but what I can't tolerate is that you bumped into me in such a big mourning hall. Or are you a lesbian who likes girls with hot bodies like me and deliberately wants to get close to me?"

Dirty words echoed around him, and strange looks were coming from all around. Ning Ruchu lowered his head, his face dark, and he didn't dare to speak.

The Luo family is not only the strongest financial group in China, but also has a prominent position internationally.

The foreigners who came to the funeral hall today were the ones that the Ning family had tried their best to make friends with.

Looking at her humble appearance, the woman rolled her eyes with disdain.

"How can there be a spineless person like you in China?"

Dong Qingran felt even more upset, and her restless mood made her unable to bear to stay here.

I tried to stand up, but the pain in my ankle became more severe, and I couldn't hold on and fell down on the sofa. "You must rest well after spraining your ankle. You can't walk on the ground."

A soft voice sounded outside the door. Dong Qingran looked up in confusion and met Ning Ruchu's clear and innocent gaze.

She walked in, squatted in front of Dong Qingran, and calmly lifted up the latter's foot, looking at the swelling on her ankle.

Butler Dong originally thought that it was a young lady from some family who came to show her affection to Dong Qingran.

Now seeing her somewhat presumptuous behavior, he was shocked and angry, and immediately stepped forward to stop her, and shouted: "Miss, please be careful!"

Zhou Yun strode forward and said, "This is the current head of the Luo family, Madam Luo. Please show the most basic respect."

She was only in her early thirties, had been working in the workplace for many years, and was Ling Chuan's secretary. She had long since developed an inhuman aura and innate prestige.

Butler Dong opened his eyes slightly, a little surprised.

A seemingly rude and impolite little girl turned out to be Mrs. Luo!

The main reason is that Ning Ruchu's face is too confusing. At the age of 23, he gives people the feeling of a junior high school student.

"I was rude, please forgive me, madam." Butler Dong apologized in a low voice.

Ning Ruochu shook her head and said sympathetically: "It's okay, you are also worried about your young lady."

She gently moved Dong Qingran's feet and changed the angle.

"It's really serious."

Butler Dong frowned, "The young lady just sprained her ankle accidentally. I asked the Luo family's servant to get an ice pack, but he hasn't come back yet."

"Today is a big event for the Luo family, so it's normal that you're too busy." Ning Ruochu stood up and stared at Dong Qingran, "I know a folk remedy that can quickly heal sprains. Miss Dong, do you want to try it?"

Dong Qingran raised her eyebrows.

She had not been in China for long and did not know some of the rumors here.

I know something about Luo Zhouheng because his influence is so great that even his father was shocked.

Such a powerful person, his wife must be an extraordinary person as well.

Dong Qingran nodded, "Thank you, Mrs. Luo."

She really couldn't stand the pain.

Ning Ruochu turned around and told Zhou Yun, "Bring me a porcelain plate, a bottle of strong liquor, and a candle."

The three things that seemed to have nothing to do with each other confused everyone present.

Zhou Yun did as she was told.

Not long after, the things were brought over.

Butler Dong was very dissatisfied because he had not seen the servant bring the ice pack yet.

But with Mrs. Luo in front of him, he couldn't get angry. The young lady's injury was the most important.

He watched Ning Ruchu pour the wine into the plate and light it with the help of a candle.

The light blue flames jumped on the drinks, emitting heat, presenting a stunning performance of water and fire.

She brought over a soft stool, "Miss Dong, please put your legs on it."

Dong Qingran glanced at her.

Perhaps the filter for Luo Zhouheng was too deep, so even though he had doubts in his heart, he still did as he was told.

After taking off my shoes, the sprained part turned blue.

When Dong Qingran saw Ning Ruochu reaching his hand directly into the burning wine, his pupils widened and he shouted in disbelief: "You are..."

What to do? !

Before he could finish his words, Ning Ruchu grabbed his foot and began rubbing the swollen area repeatedly.

Dong Qingran curled up her upper body in pain, trying to break free from Ning Ruchu's shackles, but the other party held her even tighter.

Although Steward Dong respected Ning Ruchu's status, he angrily shouted, "Madam Luo, what are you doing?!" when he saw his young lady in such pain.

Zhou Yun didn't understand this series of operations.

Dong Qingran's screams echoed in the room. Butler Dong could no longer bear it and, regardless of who the other person was, he wanted to grab Ning Ruchu's arm to stop her.

However, the other party let go of his hand first and cleverly avoided Butler Dong's hand.

"All right."

A soft voice sounded, and Dong Qingran opened his eyes and tried to move his ankle.

It seems...it really doesn’t hurt anymore.

Butler Dong staggered and almost fell.

Steadying himself and wanting to accuse Ning Ruchu, Dong Qingran retracted his foot and slowly stood up on his shoe. He even took two tentative steps, forcing Butler Dong to hold back his words.

Dong Qingran raised her eyes, and her sea-blue eyes turned into a galaxy with twinkling stars, and she felt surprised and excited at the same time.

"Did you use some magical Chinese magic?"

Ning Ruochu denied: "It's just a folk remedy I learned before, and it just happened to be effective."

“So that’s how it is.” Uncle Luo understood.

Ning Tinglian sneered in her heart.

People who come from the countryside will never be presentable.

Those folk remedies are not trustworthy and can only be used to fool foreigners.

If anything goes wrong afterwards, she will definitely be blamed.

Ning Tinglian's mood instantly became better.

The young lady from the Dong family was really unforgiving. She didn't believe that Ning Ruchu, who looked like he was about to fall down at any moment, could withstand her insults.

"A lot has happened today. You should go back and have a rest first. Let your aunt and I take care of the rest." Uncle Luo suggested.

Ning Ruochu was very obedient, and her tone was filled with guilt.

"I'm really sorry for the trouble, uncle."

……

On the other side, Lingchuan and Mr. Evan seemed to have reached an agreement and came out.

Evan left with his men directly. In the fairly decent car sat a yellow-skinned woman.

Two researchers sat down next to her and asked in English, "Did anything interesting happen while you were wandering around the estate?"

"I met a lady who sprained her foot and asked me to get an ice pack, but I was busy cracking the system here. When I went back, she was fine and said she wanted to cancel the cooperation with Mr. Luo."

The woman tilted her head, her eyes smug, “So, maybe I did your young lady a favor.”

……

On the second day, Luo Zhouheng's funeral was held.

His clothes were placed in the coffin.

The snow today is heavier than yesterday.

In just a few minutes, the snow accumulated to half an inch.

Although it is March, Ning Ruchu suddenly feels like he has returned to winter.

I saw the scene of vast expanse of snow covered in silver again.

The cold wind howled like a sharp sword, wantonly piercing through the thick leather coat. The exposed skin was cut by it again and again.

Ning Ruchu exhaled gently, and mist filled the air.

The weather these past two days was so abnormal that she couldn't help but think of yesterday's hot news items.

——【Heavy snow appeared at the funeral of the head of China's top financial group! 】

The concept of good and bad luck is deeply rooted in the minds of the Chinese people, and one cannot help but wonder whether Luo Zhouheng's death was premeditated.

But it's just association.

The authorities have confirmed the death, what else can others do except discuss it?
But today, I am afraid that public opinion will rise again.

It would be better if I just sighed.

I just don’t know how many people can really take it seriously.

(End of this chapter)