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

Chapter 123

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 Ruchu combed the cotton doll's hair with her fingertips, gently as if soothing a well-behaved kitten.

Subconsciously, her voice was cheerful and tender, but her expression did not change when facing Xie Cixing.

Luo Zhouheng's soul was tense and he didn't know how to describe his feelings at the moment.

Ning Ruochu has become more and more unbridled recently, making him wonder if they are the same person.

"What on earth are you playing at?" Luo Zhouheng's cold words were full of warnings.

Going to great lengths to forge an identity and reunite with one's biological parents can be understood as discarding one's external identity and testing one's sincerity.

Then why did she marry him and give up the rest of her life?
Although he is dead now, his soul has been preserved, allowing him to live in another way.

All of this is really hard to understand.

Luo Zhouheng felt depressed and secretly hated himself for never noticing anything wrong with Ning Ruchu for such a long time.

He sneered: "It seems that I really need to care about you more."

Xie Cixing had mentioned Ning Ruchu to him many times in private.

It's said cryptically.

At that time, Luo Zhouheng just thought it was a reminder for him to be careful about people around him being taken advantage of.

Now it seems that his worries were not unfounded.

This short sentence seemed to stimulate Ning Ruchu's brain nerves.

Her pupils flickered and she blinked, and her teasing voice echoed deep in Luo Zhouheng's soul: "My husband is so good!"

These four simple words, coupled with Ning Ruchu's immersed tone, forced Luo Zhouheng into silence.

Looking up, Xie Cixing left because of her teasing and meaningless reply.

Ning Ruchu chased after him, and the cotton doll in his arms shifted to a different position, with its eyes facing her.

Luo Zhouheng stared at her face for a long time before looking away.

He was aware of his current situation and that he completely depended on Ning Ruchu. He also understood the importance of knowing when to stop and not being greedy.

But some things must be made clear.

Keeping someone you don't trust around you is a form of indulgence, and it's enough to do it once.

"Thank you, Master!"

Ning Ruochu called out to Xie Cixing who was about to enter the banquet hall.

He turned his head, his face unusually serious.

"Mrs. Luo called me, it had better be something important. I don't want to be accused of 'taking advantage of the situation', lest my reputation and Ah Heng's reputation be damaged."

This was the first time Ning Ruchu heard the name "Aheng" from his mouth. It seemed that he cared a lot about their previous friendship.

"Did you make Sheng Qianwei look bad?" Ning Ruochu asked.

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

The world of the Luo family has really changed...

Luo's uncle was the first to react, his eyes were kind: "Ruochu, I know you are very sad about Zhou Heng's death, but you must recover immediately. Zhou Heng handed over the family business to you, I believe he trusted you very much, you must continue the glory of our Luo family!"

Ning Ruochu sneered in her heart, ignored his flattery, pursed her lips, suppressed the tears in her eyes, and nodded heavily.

"Thank you, uncle. I will try my best."

Luo's uncle sighed slightly, and then said earnestly: "You are weak, so don't force yourself. If you have any problem, just come to me. I have been in Luo's family for decades, and I know everything about the consortium. I will definitely help you to the best of my ability."

Ning Ruochu's eyeballs rolled slightly.

No wonder Luo Zhouheng didn't kick him out for so many years. He looked like a caring parent. If she didn't know what kind of people the Luo family were, she would have almost believed it.

He complained in his heart but appeared grateful on the surface.

"Also, although Zhou Heng's body has not been found yet, he has created such a brilliant achievement for our Luo family, and we should hold a grand ceremony for him. But given your current condition, I'm afraid you are unable to do so..."

The eldest uncle of the Luo family winked at his wife, who understood and quickly stepped forward, holding Ning Ruchu's hand affectionately.

"Ruochu, Zhou Heng's death must have been a big blow to you, and you need to familiarize yourself with the company's affairs as soon as possible. Let me take care of the funeral."

Luo's uncle agreed: "Your aunt is thoughtful and it's most appropriate to hand this matter over to her."

Ning Ruchu never cared about the funeral.

Since they want to do it, just let them do it, it will save a lot of trouble.

Several wives of the Luo family came forward to comfort them one by one, and the older generations also expressed their regret over the death of their cousin.

Children who are still in adolescence seem to be emotionally sensitive. After a long time, they show boredom on their faces and can't wait to leave.

As soon as Luo Leyao went out, she couldn't hide the disdain on her face. After being warned by her mother's eyes several times, she finally suppressed her anger until she got in the car.

"What on earth was Third Brother thinking, giving all the family property to that vase! A country bumpkin from the countryside, who doesn't know many words, what else can he do except spend money on food?"

"More than six figures is beyond her cognition. Our family is so rich, but she doesn't even dare to spend it."

Thinking about how her mother ordered her to take off all the jewelry when she left today, Luo Leyao became angrier and angrier.

"You are a useless person who has accomplished nothing and can only live by relying on others!"

People are ultimately selfish.

She wanted to see how long that love could last.

Ning Ruochu tightened her hands hanging by her sides and pinched the hem of her skirt, causing the satin fabric to become wrinkled.

Her eyelashes drooped, casting a shadow under her eyes, and her long and thick eyelashes were trembling slightly.

She looked somewhat restrained and pursed her lips: "Since she is here to mourn Ah Heng, let her in."

……

Sheng Qianwei came here specially by cruise ship.

She was wearing a white dress today. The hem of her dress looked like lotus petals spreading out, or like layers of waves, dotted with a few bright white pearls.

The sea breeze blew, lifting her black hair and making it messy on her face, but she didn't care at all.

Thinking of Luo Zhouheng's reply before leaving, she clenched her five fingers slightly, her nails digging into her palms, leaving blood-red marks, and her slender body was trembling slightly.

Five minutes later, the person guarding the coastline reappeared in front of her and bowed respectfully: "Miss Sheng, Madam invites you in."

The word "Madam" hurt Sheng Qianwei's heart, but she still maintained the grace of a lady from a noble family and smiled, "Thank you."

She followed him in, observing the villa's decoration with curiosity.

After walking only 20 meters, the person leading the way suddenly stopped. Sheng Qianwei turned around and saw a familiar figure. She subconsciously said, "Uncle Chen."

The person who came was the villa's butler.

He bowed slightly towards Sheng Qianwei and said politely, "Miss Sheng, please accept the examination first."

Sheng Qianwei frowned, very confused, but still cooperated with them.

After checking everything, the housekeeper smiled and explained, "Mrs. has passed away, and she is depressed and insecure, so she doesn't want to receive any guests. Miss Sheng is an old acquaintance of Mr. and is here to mourn him, so we let you in, but the security measures still need to be strict."

The matter of the killer must be kept secret throughout the villa.

This incident had a huge impact, and Ning Ruchu had just come to power, which was very disadvantageous to her.

Of course, he couldn't tell Sheng Qianwei the truth.

Sheng Qianwei sneered in her heart after hearing this.

He can't even accept this little setback and has developed paranoia. How can he manage the entire Luo company?
When we arrived at the living room, the servants had already prepared tea and snacks.

Upstairs, Ye Yue, who had received the news, looked at Ning Ruochu who was still fiddling with the snake and reminded her, "She's already here."

Ning Ruchu didn't react.

After two seconds of silence, she suddenly asked, "Does Ah Heng and her really have an old relationship?"

Ye Yue did not give a direct answer, but said: "Sir, you are busy with affairs and have no time for love affairs."

"Yes." Ning Ruochu said sadly, "Except for some necessary occasions, we barely see each other a few times a year."

She closed the breeding box and put down the tweezers.

Just when Yeyue thought she was going to go down, Ning Ruchu suddenly turned around, walked to the other wall, and looked at the creatures in the breeding box.

She suddenly realized something, took a deep breath, and asked Yeyue for help in a panic: "My scorpion is gone!!"

Yeyue frowned and went forward to check.

The feeding box was empty.

She glanced at the lid, which had shifted slightly, revealing a gap the size of a fist.

He must have sneaked out.

Ning Ruochu was so anxious that she almost cried: "That's the variety that Ah Heng gave me specially. It's poisonous."

When Yeyue heard this, she felt incredible.

Why would you keep poisonous creatures at home?
She gathered her thoughts, pressed her fingertips on the earphone, and said seriously, "The scorpion has escaped from Madam's room. Bring professional equipment to capture it immediately."

After saying that, he turned and looked at Ning Ruchu.

"We will capture it as soon as possible. Before that, please do not stay in this room."

Ning Ruochu sobbed silently, wiped the tears from her eyes, and immediately left the room and went downstairs.

The back figure looked a little flustered, and it seemed that he was extremely scared.

In the room, Yeyue took out the communicator she carried with her and dialed the number.

……

In the living room, the butler spotted Ning Ruochu with his sharp eyes, walked to the stairs and bowed slightly, with a respectful and humble attitude: "Madam."

The tone was noticeably gentler and more respectful than before.

Sheng Qianwei felt very uncomfortable and turned around.

Ning Ruochu walked down the stairs and slowly walked towards this side.

Today she was wearing a pearly white silk top with her bow tie neatly tied to perfection.

The light pink hip-hugging skirt is elegant and simple, but the dark patterns are exquisite and delicate, and a slight shift of the shape will give off a sense of light.

The skirt is below the knees, revealing smooth and slender calves.

The lines are smooth, and the skin under the sun is like white jade, with a faint halo.

Sheng Qianwei was horrified: Is this really that bumpkin? !
Ning Ruochu tilted her head: "Do you think Luo Zhouheng needs external help given his strength?"

When Luo Zhouheng came to propose marriage, she was also surprised, but she quickly figured it out.

He married his wife only to fulfill Mr. Luo's last wish.

The fact that he was the founder of Lingxintang was enough for Ran Yunqing to admire him for the rest of his life.

The year it was founded was the same year that Ran Yunqing became a disciple.

She remembers clearly.

Twelve years ago.

At that time, Luo Zhouheng was just a fifteen-year-old boy.

Why would such a person need help from in-laws?

……

Two hours later, the meeting ended.

Ling Chuan rushed over without stopping, knocked on the door and entered. Seeing that Ning Ruchu looked back to normal, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned sideways and asked Ran Yunqing who was standing beside him: "What is the condition of Madam's health?"

Ran Yunqing rolled his eyes silently in his heart.

Haven’t we found a lot of doctors to treat Ning Ruchu in the past two years?

Why are you asking me?

"Ma'am, she..."

Ran Yunqing's voice suddenly stopped.

Ling Chuan was instantly anxious: "What happened to Madam? Is she suffering from an incurable disease?!"

Ning Ruochu: “…”

Ran Yunqing: “…”

I am not afraid of Western medicine smiling, but I am afraid of Chinese medicine looking down on people.

She had only hurriedly stuffed two pieces of pastry into her mouth before Ling Chuan came in, and before she had even swallowed them, she had already made him so excited.

"It's not that serious." Ran Yunqing explained, "Madam is weak and frail. It has been a long-term condition and it is difficult to treat."

Seeing that Ling Chuan was about to have another attack, she hurriedly said, "But as a disciple of the head of Lingxin Hall, I have my own way of dealing with this. Madam has insisted on taking medicinal food in the past few years, and her qi and blood have recovered a little, but if she wants to truly recover, I need to use acupuncture, moxibustion, medicine and other treatments to be effective."

Ling Chuan was relieved: "Thank you, Doctor Ran."

He held out his hand, gesturing "please".

"My wife and I have something to discuss. Doctor Ran, please step aside."

The head of Lingxin Hall is a leading figure in the field of traditional Chinese medicine, and his disciples are naturally respected.

Staring at the office door closing, Ling Chuan turned around, leaned down beside Ning Ruochu, and lowered his voice: "Madam, Madam Ye said a few days ago that she wanted to see you, but I saw that you were not in a good state and had been through so many things, so I declined."

Ye is not a rare surname.

But from her current identity and the respectful tone Ling Chuan used when he mentioned the old lady, Ning Ruchu could roughly guess who she was.

He raised his eyes, with some surprise in them.

"Ah Heng, does he have a good relationship with that old lady Ye?"

Lingchuan is not in a position to reveal too much.

The more you know, the more dangerous the situation becomes.

Ning Ruchu saw that he was silent and didn't ask any more questions.

He just made a silent note in his heart that he would investigate the relationship between Luo Zhouheng and the Ye family.

"The newly hired driver for you is already on standby downstairs." Ling Chuan straightened up.

Ning Ruochu was puzzled: "Why do you want to hire a new one? What about the previous driver?"