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

Chapter 101

Mr. Luo Sanye’s smile froze.

Doesn't this sentence mean that Luo Leyao is often so rude to her?
With so many people watching, Mr. Luo San didn't dare to say anything more and could only agree.

"Pah, pah, pah."

Crisp applause could be heard one after another. Dong Zhaoyan clasped his hands together and said with great interest: "So many things can happen at a funeral. Your Luo family is really interesting."

The corners of her lips curled up with sarcasm, but her eyes dropped inch by inch.

Uncle Luo smiled awkwardly: "I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, Ms. Dong."

After saying that, he glared at Master Luo San fiercely.

Dong Zhaoyan ignored him and walked past him with contempt.

It is true that the Dong family's status in China is not as high as that of the Luo family, but Uncle Luo is not the real person in power. Even if he did not provoke Dong Qingran, he would not look at him well.

She was about 1.7 meters tall, and almost 1.8 meters tall with high heels. She stood in front of Ning Ruchu.

The latter was made to look petite and mini, like an underage junior high school student.

A strange atmosphere spread.

As Luo Zhouheng's wife, she cannot escape blame for what happened at the funeral.

Just when everyone thought that Dong Zhaoyan was going to reprimand Ning Ruchu, she lowered her head slightly.

"Thank you, Mrs. Luo, for treating my daughter."

Everyone was shocked.

Who is that? That’s Dong Zhaoyan!

At such a young age, he was able to manage a branch of the Dong family in an orderly manner with iron-blooded methods, and the company's international ranking also rose by two places.

Later, she married into the Hill family, which was even more amazing.

Combine the advantages of both companies, seek common ground while reserving differences, and allow the two groups that have little overlap in industries to develop together.

Generally speaking, it is a cause for regret when a powerful woman gets married.

But Dong Zhaoyan's marriage means she is going to a bigger stage to shine.

With such a resume, even the former Mr. Luo never bowed his head except for respect.

Now, he actually thanked Ning Ruchu so sweetly? !

What did she say thank you for?
heal!

Ning Ruchu, that idiot, can actually cure illnesses?

Ning Ruochu also returned the greeting, "Ms. Dong, you are too polite. Miss Dong was injured in the Luo family, and as the lady, I should be responsible."

In one word, the difference is obvious.

Dong Zhaoyan was unhappy, but he also knew that the Luo family's old house was not controlled by Ning Ruchu.

She exclaimed: "Mrs. Luo is really polite, and she is more reasonable than others."

This statement means something.

Uncle Luo's face turned black.

Let him know which servant it is, he will punish him severely!
He side-glanced at Ning Tinglian beside him. She lowered her head, stepped back slightly, and did not dare to look directly at him.

Dong Qingran came over with her phone, "Sister, add me on WeChat. I'm going to be in China for a while, but I don't know many people there. I'll come visit you when I have time."

"Okay." Ning Ruochu nodded happily and added her WeChat.

Ning Ruochu raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw the ancient male anime avatar.

I caught a glimpse of her arm being held out of the corner of my eye, and when I looked up, it was the ugly guy from before.

"I didn't expect you to be a lesbian and have improper thoughts about Sister Ning."

"Eh—" She stepped back in disgust.

Ning Tinglian panicked and decisively let go of Ning Ruchu's hand.

The latter's mood suddenly brightened up a lot.

Dong Qingran blinked at her and said, "Sister Ning, I will send you a message. I am leaving now."

Ning Ruochu smiled and nodded, "Goodbye."

Sheng Qianwei clenched her palms, her eyes filled with jealousy.

Although the Hill family is an Amelia group, it is well-known throughout the world.

Dong Qingran is the apple of the Hill family's eye.

How did Ning Ruochu get connected with her?

The Luo family's uncle stepped forward and said, "Ruochu, are you and Miss Dong on good terms?"

Ning Ruochu shook her head gently, "We just met. Maybe she feels grateful because I helped her treat her sprain."

The Luo family's uncle opened his eyes wide, surprised: "You can also cure diseases?!"

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.

Apart from the An family, the guests entertained in the central courtyard box must be of noble status, whom they could not normally have access to.

Seeing someone coming out from the opposite side, a young lady quickly stood up and wanted to see who it was.

She squinted her eyes, and when she saw who that person was, her pupils suddenly contracted.

"Is that...Mrs. Luo?"

Luo Zhouheng's death caused a sensation throughout China.

Whenever something about him is mentioned, people always get excited.

Especially, it is Mrs. Luo who has been controversial recently.

The ladies in the box were all startled. Some stood up, some turned around and looked across.

Except the one on the main seat.

"Why is she here?" someone wondered.

An Ni waved her jade hand gently, and the scent of incense lingered and drifted over.

She sniffed lightly, looked satisfied, nodded with satisfaction, and then spoke: "The Luo family was kind to me in the early days of settling down, so here, there is a fixed box for the Luo family."

Now that Ning Ruchu has become the helmsman of the Luo family, he is naturally qualified to come here.

After her explanation, everyone suddenly understood.

"Speaking of which, the Luo family is really amazing. Without their help, the An family wouldn't be in its current position."

The An family has a deep foundation, but it cannot withstand the blow brought by social unrest.

Fifty years ago, the An family began to decline.

At that time, Luo's company was on the rise and began to develop in all areas.

During repeated investigations and experiments, he keenly sensed the business opportunities that the An government could bring and invested a huge sum of money.

Later, thanks to Luo's reputation and influence, the restaurant regained its former glory.

It can be said that without the Luo family, there would be no An family today.

"I just don't know how long Luo's status can last."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone fell silent.

Even An Ni, who was sitting quietly beside her, looked over, staring at her with those cold eyes.

The lady immediately realized that she had said the wrong thing, but the words had already been said and it was difficult to make up for it.

After all, it is a recognized fact that the current head of the Luo family is incompetent.

Sheng Qianwei smiled and helped her to excuse herself: "Zhou Heng has managed the entire Luo family in an orderly manner at such a young age, and he is so far-sighted. I believe in his decision."

"Although Madam Luo is not talented enough, she is Zhou Heng's legitimate wife after all, so those things should belong to her."

……

The night is gloomy.

Shadow Pavilion Headquarters Base, Central Archives Room.

The empty room contained only a few high-performance computers.

Yeyue sat in front of one of the planes without turning on the lights.

On the screen are the files of all Shadow Pavilion’s tasks.

She entered the date and found the assignment the man had received.

[Assassinated President Loffield's grandson - Davis Loffield. ]

In the column for the client of the information, there is an English name.

Ye Yue didn't recognize him, but her attention was drawn to his last name - Brandon. The light fell on her face, and her eyes were deep and dark, strangely calm.

She took out the Shadow Pavilion's dedicated communicator and ordered in a cold voice: "Cancel all commissions from the Brandon family."

I made another call and after two rings, the call was connected.

"Hello?" A deep, magnetic voice came from the other end of the intercom, mixed with a thin, tingling sound of electricity.

"Dear Mr. Loffield, I have to tell you that you are in a very dangerous situation now." Yeyue said in English.

The other party was silent for two seconds, and then replied: "Thank you for the reminder. At the same time, I hope that Shadow Pavilion can send someone to protect me. The commission is negotiable."

Yeyue: "I understand."

……

Luo Zhouheng's funeral was held in the old house.

It is March, but today in the capital city, heavy snow is falling.

The lead-gray sky was covered with dark clouds, and snowflakes were flying or circling, falling to the ground.

It was deep, as if entangled with a myriad of emotions, and as turbulent as the sea, able to annihilate everything.

Ning Ruchu, dressed in plain and simple clothes, got off the helicopter.

The cold wind blew on her face, she gathered her fur and walked calmly.

The fine snow seeped into her collar, but she didn't feel any coldness.

There were people paying their respects in the mourning hall early on, and when they noticed Ning Ruchu coming, they felt quite dissatisfied.

When her husband passed away, not only did she not personally take care of the funeral, but she also came so late.

No children have been born in this generation of the Luo family.

The others were too embarrassed to lose face, so the wake was given to the youngest two, Luo Yingzhe and Luo Leyao.

Seeing Ning Ruchu arriving late, Luo Leyao's long-suppressed grievances turned into anger and annoyance at this moment.

She was about to explode, but received a warning look from Mrs. Luo San.

Luo Zhouheng's influence is so great that even his death cannot eliminate it.

At this juncture, we must not allow any rumors of family discord to spread.

Especially, that little girl is the legal heir of Luo family.

Madam Luo came forward and warmly grasped Ning Ruchu's hand.

"Ruochu, you are not in good health, and the Pearl Island Villa is a long way from the old house, so why force yourself?"

Ning Ruochu sneered in his heart.

She was not invited to her husband's funeral.

If she didn't come today, after the instigation of the Luo family, she would once again be subject to public opinion storms, be criticized by the public, and be under a lot of pressure.

Ning Ruchu was in poor health and was just pretending, but was taken advantage of by the Luo family.

They knew that given her physical condition, she could not stand the abuse from others.

As long as Ning Ruchu's body can no longer support her in charge of Luo's company, she must exercise power.

She forced a gentle smile, with bitterness evident at the corners of her lips, and her weak voice was nasal.

"What are you talking about, Aunt? How can I not attend Ah Heng's funeral?"

Madam Luo responded calmly: "I just don't want you to be too tired. Our Luo family still depends on you."

"You don't look well. Go to the inner room and rest first."

As he said that, he took Ning Ruchu's hand and was about to take her over.

Ning Ruchu skillfully withdrew his hand, and when facing Madam Luo's slightly surprised look, he calmly shook his head.

She tilted her head and glanced at the portrait of Luo Zhouheng in the center of the mourning hall.

"I want to stay here for a while longer, maybe I can be closer to Ah Heng."

Hearing her thoughtless and affectionate remarks, Mrs. Luo sneered in her heart, tilted her head slightly and sighed worriedly.

"You really care about Zhou Heng, so I won't force you."

Mrs. Luo walked away.

Looking at her back, Ning Ruchu's eyes, which were as gentle as water, sank inch by inch.

"lady."

Someone called her, Ning Ruochu's eyes flickered and she turned around: "Secretary Ling."

Ling Chuan came to her side and reminded her in a low voice: "Master has invited many distinguished people today in order to gain more support. If anyone comes to talk to you, you must be careful and don't say anything involving the Luo family. Just let me handle it."

Ning Ruochu nodded slightly, "Then I'll have to trouble Secretary Ling."

As he turned to leave, a servant accidentally touched his shoulder and he apologized in a panic.

Ning Ruochu said sympathetically, "It's okay."

Soon, someone came forward to talk to Ning Ruchu, but was blocked by Ling Chuan.

While his attention was not on her, Ning Ruchu moved her fingers slightly and twisted the note in her palm.

It is a line of English letters, very simple.

【Evan and his wife.】

Ning Ruochu lowered her eyes slightly and put the note in her handbag.

Suddenly she heard a familiar voice and she paused.

"Sister." The light voice was mixed with a hint of surprise.

Ning Tinglian came over and held Ning Ruchu's hands.

When he saw that she looked pale, his brows furrowed slightly with worry.

"Are you OK?"

Ning Ruchu did not respond, but just shook his head slightly.

"Mr. Luo passed away. You must be very sad." Ning Tinglian's voice was gentle.

Ning Ruchu covered her mouth, her breathing became rapid, and her pair of almond-shaped eyes were already filled with water.

"Ah Heng... is my husband after all, how can I not be sad?"

When Luo Zhouheng came to propose marriage, everyone thought he was going to marry Ning Tinglian.

Even though she was a fake daughter, Ning Tinglian was raised at home since she was young, had the support of her parents, and held shares in the Ning Group.

Not to mention, she has held many piano recitals at a young age. She was not only appreciated by the famous piano master He Hun, but also reported by the media as one of the top ten most promising pianists in China.

With family support, outstanding talent, good looks and elegant manners, she is a famous socialite in the capital.

And Ning Ruchu has been labeled as an ungrateful person.

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.

(End of this chapter)