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

Chapter 117

Xie Cixing was in a daze for a moment, then he reacted belatedly and closed his eyes, not knowing how to describe his feelings at the moment.

He wanted Ning Ruchu to be honest in her heart, not in her appearance!
It makes him seem so nonsensical.

Xie Cixing's eyes twitched, "You said the same thing to Luo Zhouheng?"

How unruly must she be in front of her husband to tease him like this?
I am also speechless about this.

Luo Zhouheng, who was imprisoned in a cotton doll, felt like a dumb person eating bitter herbs - a feeling of frustration that he couldn't express.

This was not the Ning Ruchu he remembered.

Although sometimes I feel fortunate that she is not who I think she is.

But this situation now made Luo Zhouheng feel very uncomfortable.

The two of them were talking, completely ignoring his existence.

A cold voice suddenly came into his mind, causing Ning Ruochu's heart to tremble slightly.

"Does Madam Luo still remember her title?"

Ning Ruochu's pupils were wandering, and her eyeballs looked slightly downward. She glanced at the cotton doll in her arms, feeling a little surprised.

She smiled slightly and said to Xie Cixing: "Master Xie, please don't worry about the matters between us as husband and wife."

With his hands, he gently stroked the cotton doll's head, as if to comfort it.

"My dear Ah Heng seems to be a little unbalanced."

It was still that sweet tone, which made Luo Zhouheng's soul tremble.

"Don't worry, I love you the most." Ning Ruochu said gently as if she was comforting a well-behaved kitten. Her expression did not change when facing Xie Cixing.

Those present were all wealthy people and they would deliberately keep their distance.

When the incident happened, she looked over deliberately. The people next to Sheng Qianwei were all quite far away from her, so she wouldn't have been tripped.

Moreover, she had been well-mannered since childhood, so even if her clothes were inconvenient to wear and her old leg injury recurred, she could not have looked so miserable.

In particular, Xie Cixing's appearance was so timely, and those words were clearly directed at Sheng Qianwei.

What's more, there is someone with internal strength by her side, so it should be possible for her to hit the bull from a distance.

"Mrs. Luo really wronged me. I am so far away from Miss Sheng, how could I have done this?"

Thinking of the scene just now, Xie Cixing's mouth corners couldn't help but rise. He couldn't control it anymore and put his hand over his mouth to cover it.

Such a reaction couldn't be more obvious.

Ning Ruchu didn't know whether she was influenced by him or was secretly delighted by Sheng Qianwei's embarrassing scene, but she also laughed.

"Don't take those words to heart." Xie Cixing comforted, "No matter who Luo Zhouheng likes, all his money is yours now."

Ning Ruochu smiled softly, "Second Master Xie's way of comforting people is different from that of ordinary people, but it is very effective."

Zhou Yun arrived late, worried that Ning Ruchu would be bullied, but what she saw was the figure of Xie Cixing.

"Thank you, Master?"

She bowed her head and gestured, then walked in front of Ning Ruchu.

"Madam, Miss Dong just called me and told me something. Are you okay?"

Ning Ruochu felt that Ling Chuan was overprotective of her, but she was a little girl with a fragile heart, so wasn't it normal to take care of her emotions?

Ning Ruochu shook her head and asked, "What did Qingran tell you?"

"Miss Dong asked you to stay away from Miss Sheng as much as possible, and also wanted to ask you if you would attend Avarosa Fashion Week next week."

Zhou Yun added considerately, "Two designers under Luo's company were invited."

Ning Ruchu, the person at the helm, actually lives a very leisurely life. He only needs to attend some necessary occasions and has plenty of free time.

Moreover, Avarosa Fashion Week is a major event for the global fashion design industry. As Luo's consortium covers multiple fields, Ning Ruchu has sufficient reasons to go there.

She hesitated, fully demonstrating the qualities that a puppet should have.

"I'll ask Secretary Ling later and give her an answer."

Zhou Yun nodded and continued, "Secretary Ling called me and said that the rain was too heavy and it would be dangerous for Madam to return to Pearl Island. He asked you to stay in the apartment in the city center tonight."

Xie Cixing's eyes lit up instantly, and he immediately said, "This banquet is meaningless."

Mr. Zhang's excited and happy eyes drooped, and he felt quite regretful.

Master Fu Yan is indifferent to fame and fortune and is a low-key person. No one has seen his true face except the top leaders of the Art Association, and he has produced few paintings.

With her unique style, she created a new form of expression in Chinese painting. Her paintings are the only ones of her style, and their number is very small.

Its value even exceeds that of the famous masters of the last world.

It would be a great honor to get to know her, even if it was just to see her from a distance.

Not to mention, Master Fu Yan's paintings were right in front of him...

Mr. Zhang is well aware of the trends of works by all the famous artists, except for Fu Yan... No collector has ever said that he has her paintings.

In other words, they will be the first and only family to collect Master Fu Yan’s paintings!
This incident was so exciting that Mr. Zhang's heartbeat reached an unprecedented high.

He first calmed Ran Yunqing down, "Please wait a moment, I will go and ask my young master, he will give you a good price."

After saying that, he went out and quickly answered the phone.

People over fifty years old can walk as briskly as the wind.

"Okay... price?" Ran Yunqing was a little confused.

The housekeeper was also very surprised and explained with a smile: "Master Fu Yan's paintings can be called priceless treasures. All of her known works are preserved in the Capital Museum in Beijing. Even if they are exhibited, they are only on display for one week every three months, and they have never been circulated in the market."

There are only three paintings by Fu Yan on display, which are extremely precious. The Capital Museum has resorted to this measure in order to better preserve them.

As a result, he became a guest of honor at the Capital Museum.

Ran Yunqing felt an unprecedented shock. She couldn't believe that the painting Ning Ruchu gave her was worth so much.

The scroll in his hand became hot and he almost dropped it due to lack of strength. Fortunately, the butler caught it with quick eyes and hands, thus avoiding damage to this masterpiece.

"To avoid damaging the painting, let's put it on the table first." The butler put it down carefully.

In less than a quarter of an hour, hurried footsteps were heard outside.

An Junxi burst in through the door, and his voice came before he even arrived: "Where is Master Fu Yan's painting?"

Emotions were so high that basic etiquette was ignored.

The butler immediately spread his hands and showed him the scroll on the table.

"Master, here."

An Junxi couldn't wait to spread it out and take a closer look, and it turned out to be the work of Master Fu Yan!

He turned around immediately and said, "I'm willing to pay half a million for this painting!"

His tone was anxious, fearing that if he was a second late, the deal would fall through.

After a pause, he remembered something and added, "Yesterday's debt can also be written off."

Ran Yunqing hesitated again, her eyes flickered slightly, and she was at a loss.

From her words and actions yesterday, as well as her panic when she heard that she had to pay compensation, An Junxi knew that she was not a lady from a wealthy family.

Five hundred thousand is enough for an ordinary person to live a worry-free life.

An Junxi originally wanted to get some advantage, but seeing her reaction, it was hard to give in.

He once again offered a high price: "One million."

Ran Yunqing had never imagined such a high amount of money and was actually a little tempted.

"Miss, you have to think clearly. One million is not a small number." An Junxi advised, and even used honorifics, "Cash must mean more to you than a painting."

These words seemed to awaken Ran Yunqing.

A gleam of light flashed across her eyes. After a moment of stunned silence, she finally made up her mind and nodded.

Just as Master said, the person she cherishes is right beside her, so why should she cling to material things?
The painting was in her hands, and she had to be extra careful to avoid bumps and bumps, and she had to check it regularly, which made Ran Yunqing feel tired. What Ning Ruchu brought her was far more precious than a painting.

An Junxi came prepared and immediately wrote a check.

When submitting it, he still asked unwillingly: "I wonder if I can have a chance to chat with your junior sister."

Holding the huge check in his hand, Ran Yunqing was very nervous and said in a weak voice: "I will convey your wishes to her. If she agrees, it will be fine."

"Thank you very much." An Junxi smiled slightly, and his warm smile was like a gentle spring breeze, melting the coldness and bringing spring to the whole city.

Ran Yunqing was stunned.

She shook her head, lowered her eyes, and said shyly: "You're welcome."

There was a very light snort of laughter from above his head, and An Junxi said in a gentle voice: "You still have to go pick up A Ling, I'll let the housekeeper take you there."

The butler gestured and stepped forward: "Miss, please follow me."

They were just polite to her before, but when Ran Yunqing took out the painting, their attitude changed to admiration and they started to address her with honorifics.

……

Walking past the pavilions and towers one by one, we found a large artificial lake in the center of the garden, with a trestle bridge in the narrower part.

The butler took Ran Yunqing across the pier, came to the West Wing Villa, and stopped in front of a building.

When you go in, you will see the ancient architecture blended with modern technology without any sense of incongruity.

The butler stood just by the door, keeping a distance.

Ran Yunqing, who had already walked into the hall, was startled and quickly stepped back to stand with him.

Servants were constantly coming in and out of the room, and gifts of all sizes were piled up in the main hall.

Ran Yunqing stood there at a loss, holding the bag containing the check tightly in his hand.

The housekeeper called a servant and asked, "Is the Third Miss ready?"

Payne Rogers was a little embarrassed, but in front of his idol, face is not important!

"Is it okay?" he asked again.

This was the first time a fan asked for an autograph. Ning Ruochu said, "Signatures are fine, but taking photos is not."

Payne Rogers understood that she must have her reasons for not showing her true face. He felt honored to be able to see her face and did not dare to ask for anything more.

Ning Ruochu took the marker and glanced at him briefly.

"Racing suit?" she wondered.

"Oh yeah." Payne Rogers stood up and quickly took off his coat, revealing his black and white racing suit.

Ning Ruochu was slightly stunned. The other party had already come to his side and pointed at his chest.

"Please sign here."

Ning Ruchu thought for half a second and drew a circle on his chest.

——O.

She didn't understand. If someone showed this kind of signature to others, who would believe it was signed by the person himself?

"This is so exciting!" cheered Payne Rogers.

The noise was so loud that it once again attracted the attention of the customers in the dessert shop.

This was the third time that Ning Ruochu noticed the waiter's disdainful look. He calmed Payne Rogers and asked him to sit down quietly.

"Adjust your mood and don't be too aggressive, OK?"

Payne Rogers' face was tense, and he nodded solemnly: "OK."

Ning Ruochu leaned back and started talking about business: "What do you want to talk to me about?"

"I want to learn racing skills from you." Payne Rogers pretended to be serious.

"I'm sorry, but I haven't touched a race car for three years."

After returning to the Ning family, she didn't even touch the steering wheel.

Payne Rogers' heart was instantly in turmoil.

He couldn't understand: "But, you are a legendary person who dares to surpass human limits. You are not afraid of life and death. Why would you quit the racing circle?"

Ning Ruochu said simply: "Because of family."

"What?" Payne Rogers didn't quite understand.

Ning Ruochu explained: "I'm married."

Payne Rogers' pupils widened, and he couldn't believe what he heard.

His idol, the man who could drive across a canyon without fear, was actually married!
Ning Ruochu smiled slightly, "Love does make people stupid."

"Who is that man?" Payne Rogers' eyes were bloodshot, his teeth were clenched, and his voice was terribly low.

Who on earth made his idol quit the industry for which he was willing to devote his life!
That man had better be worthy of her, otherwise...

Ning Ruochu said casually: "Luo Zhouheng, the richest man in China."

"W...What?" Payne Rogers was completely confused.

What did he just hear?
The richest man in China...

That really suits her.

Payne Rogers picked up the coffee awkwardly, and his hands shook so violently that it spilled.

He quickly picked up a tissue to wipe it, and his mind gradually became clear.

“So, you married a billionaire?”

Ning Ruochu nodded: "Yes."

He was very dissatisfied with Ning Ruchu's behavior, but he was not an unreasonable person.

If it weren't for her, Luo Zhouheng would have died in that plane crash long ago.

He is not afraid of death, but... there are still things that have not been dealt with.

After several deep breaths, his soul rippling with the rhythm of his breathing, he finally calmed down a little and said patiently: "I have enough financial resources and status to make him submit to me."

"That's it..."

Ning Ruochu raised her jade hand inadvertently, her fingertips were pink, and she covered her cherry red lips with her fingers.

She thought Luo Zhouheng had other means, but she didn't expect that he just used money and status to pressure others.

He does have the ability.

The corners of Ning Ruochu's eyes curled up, and a smile appeared on her slightly drooped pupils. Her watery almond eyes sparkled with some unspeakable emotions.

"There's a dinner party tonight. Please come with me, husband."

Her voice rose with a hint of excitement, and her smiling eyes were charming and extremely confusing.

It was like a seductive enchantress, tempting him.

Luo Zhouheng's heartbeat was a little flustered for a moment, but he tried to hide it as quickly as possible and pretended to be calm: "Do I have a choice?"

Ning Ruochu let out a light laugh: "No."

……

Pearl Island is far away from the capital, and after a short nap, Sister Lin came over to call Ning Ruchu.

After a simple tidying up, Ning Ruchu got on the helicopter holding the cotton doll.

This board meeting was not much better than the last one.

The sarcasm had not diminished, and there was even more obvious malice.

"There are rumors all over the place. I suggest temporarily banning your wife from attending board meetings."