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

Chapter 128

The second half of the sentence is emphasized, which is a warning to An Junxi.

He lowered his head and said with an attitude of admitting his mistake: "I understand. Thank you for reminding me, Grandma."

Madam An snorted coldly and walked away.

On the spot, An Junxi breathed a sigh of relief.

My grandmother said he got too excited when she told others about my aunt.

I almost forgot - that is an unspeakable taboo.

……

After asking the staff, Ning Ruchu finally found the reception room.

Unlike the crowded buffet hall where tables are connected to each other, there are only a few chairs scattered here.

Ran Yunqing sat on the chair, holding the note in his hand and trembling slightly, his eyes were empty, fearful and helpless.

Ning Ruchu walked over and patted her shoulder gently.

Ran Yunqing was startled, and when he saw it was Ning Ruchu, he slowly let down his guard.

"Why do you act like a fugitive who is on the run for fear of punishment?" Ning Ruchu teased.

"Because I am the one!" Ran Yunqing grabbed her arm like a life-saving straw and took out the note in his hand, "The An family asked me to pay 130,000 yuan in compensation!"

"One hundred and thirty thousand! Where can I get so much money?!" She tried her best to suppress her voice but couldn't help shouting out.

Ran Yunqing completely collapsed.

"Calm down." Ning Ruochu patted her hand and comforted her, "Don't you still have me?"

"You want to help me pay back the money?" Ran Yunqing's eyes lit up.

The deadline given by the An family was one month. Although she had some savings, she simply could not come up with so much spare money in a month.

If Ning Ruochu helped her pay for it first, she could pay off the full amount as long as she saved for a few months.

Ning Ruochu immediately let go: "I can't use my husband's property to fill these holes that have nothing to do with me."

The moment she turned around, the tiny stars that finally twinkled in Ran Yunqing's empty pupils also dimmed.

"Although I can't give you money, I can give you advice." Ning Ruchu glanced at her sideways, "The An family loves calligraphy and cultural relics. You can try the painting I gave you."

A faint hope rekindled in his empty heart. Ran Yunqing wondered, "Is that painting valuable?"

Ning Ruochu didn't say anything, but just said: "You can tell the truth after you show it to Young Master An."

Even when Ning Ruochu was in Lingxin Hall, she kept borrowing her clothes, but Ran Yunqing knew in her heart that she was very rich.

At a young age, he became a scientific researcher in the Medical Alliance, with project investments often amounting to tens of billions of dollars.

To her, the researcher's salary was just pocket money.

After all, Ning Ruchu has other ways to make money.

Ran Yunqing was a little hesitant.

She grew up with her master since she was young, and Ning Ruo only had a playmate when she first started.

When they were in Lingxin Hall, they were always inseparable.

Ran Yunqing was reluctant to give away the gift given to her by her only best friend.

"Think about it carefully. This is just a suggestion. It's time to go back." Ning Ruochu picked up the expensive bag she had left aside, took Ran Yunqing's hand, and led her out.

If he continues to stay here, Ran Yunqing will be immersed in panic for a long time.

Moreover, the purpose of the An family inviting her here has been achieved, so there is no need for her to stay any longer.

Ran Yunqing was feeling depressed and didn't care about anything else. He was numbly dragged away by her.

Back in the car, Ning Ruochu called Yeyue and reminded her to park the helicopter at the private helipad under Luo Zhouheng's name.

He glanced sideways at Ran Yunqing who was still in a daze, then held her hand and squeezed it gently.

Ran Yunqing suddenly came back to his senses and looked over to ask what was wrong, then he heard her say to Ye Yue on the other end of the phone in a weak voice: "Old Madam An wants me to take care of a young lady from the An family. I agreed, but I don't know if it will be a bit troublesome."

In other people's impressions, Ning Ruochu has always been this kind of character, humble to the core.

Ye Yue felt a little agitated and hated it, but because of their relationship, she couldn't say anything, so she had to repeat the same sentence over and over again: "It's up to you to decide."

"Miss An is coming to live on Pearl Island!" Ran Yunqing became even more nervous, and his hands, which were held by Ning Ruchu, clenched unconsciously.

Ning Ruochu frowned, pulled back her hand, took out a tissue from the locker next to her, wiped the sweat off her hands, and handed one to Ran Yunqing.

"Trust me, it'll be fine." She lowered her eyes, threw the soaked tissue into the trash bag, and asked firmly, "When have I ever lied to you?"

Ran Yunqing crumpled the paper into a mess. She pursed her lips and said, "I'll think of other ways."

Ning Ruochu held his forehead and sighed, "Why are you so stubborn?"

She couldn't understand Ran Yunqing's persistence, perhaps because they had different values.

To her, the painting was just an ordinary thing, but Ran Yunqing regarded it as a treasure.

"Of course I have to keep the things you gave me carefully." Ran Yunqing responded sullenly.

She invested a different kind of emotion in those items.

Ning Ruochu blinked, supported her chin with her hand, and stared blankly ahead.

“So, I will never understand.”

……

early morning.

Butler Ye knew that she was worried and explained, "Mrs. Xie and the others live in the west courtyard and will not come to disturb us."

In this way, Yeyue felt relieved.

She said to Ning Ruochu: "Madam, Madam Ye is the most powerful fortune teller in the Feng Shui family today. Her fortune telling is always accurate. I asked you to come here this time because I want to tell you a fortune."

Butler Ye stepped forward and made a "please" gesture.

"Ma'am, my old lady is waiting for you upstairs."

Ning Ruochu nodded.

As soon as I went upstairs, I could vaguely smell a light fragrance coming from inside. It was not as warm and strong as Western perfume, but rather the fresh and elegant style of ancient incense.

In the only room with an open door, an old woman wearing a slim-fitting cheongsam was sitting in front of the incense table.

Although she was approaching old age, she maintained a good figure. Her silver hair was neatly combed and tied up with a red coral hairpin, and she wore a string of excellent agate beads on her chest.

She held the jade incense spoon and gently stirred the incense in the glass incense burner.

Circle after circle, neither fast nor slow.

Both her temperament and dignified manners were the best Ning Ruchu had ever seen.

Old Madam Ye slowly raised her eyes and pointed to the position opposite.

"Ma'am, please sit down."

Ning Ruochu walked up to her, acting like a lady from a wealthy family, bowed slightly to her, and greeted her, "Old Madam."

This action made Old Madam Ye laugh.

The kind and deep laughter was very pleasant to hear, and along with the laughter came the fragrance of curling green smoke.

She smiled and said, "Madam, you don't have to be so respectful to me. Mr. Luo has done a favor to my Ye family. Since you are his wife, you are also the benefactor of my Ye family."

Ning Ruochu was stunned.

She hadn't expected this.

Old Madam Ye glanced at the seat in front of her and said, "Please sit down first." Ning Ruchu sat down opposite her with the cotton doll on her knees.

As soon as she came in, Old Madam Ye saw it and felt it was familiar. She couldn't help but ask: "This doll..."

Ning Ruochu was silent for a moment, his eyes dimmed: "I designed this based on Ah Heng's image."

The smoke from cigarettes blurred her features. Her dark almond-shaped eyes were slightly pink and misty, giving people a hazy feeling as if she was neither drunk nor intoxicated.

Her voice was hollow and a little broken.

It seems to be more fragile than the ethereal fragrant mist, and will be blown away by the wind with the slightest movement.

Madam Ye sighed deeply and consoled him, "Mr. Luo's news came too suddenly. It was a huge blow to us, but there is still hope."

"Turning point?" Ning Ruochu raised her eyes that seemed to be shining with pearls and jade, "What do you mean?"

Madam Ye looked melancholy as she explained, "To be honest, when the news of Mr. Luo's death came out, I tried to get lucky and cast a divination for him, but the divination I got was that he would survive after a disaster."

She was puzzled: "I have been fortune-telling for fifty years and have never made a mistake. But this hexagram is really strange, and I can't figure out what it means."

Encounter death, and then rebirth...

Luo Leyao did not give in, but became even more arrogant: "Did I say something wrong?"

Ning Tinglian frowned slightly.

I had heard that the ninth daughter of the Luo family was unruly, but today I realized how unreasonable she was.

This kind of person is the most difficult to deal with.

Just like Miss Dong just now...

Sheng Qianwei also came over and advised her in a gentle voice: "Le Yao, don't say that about Madam Luo. She is not in good health..."

He looks sick all day long, which makes Luo Leyao hate him.

"What does it have to do with me? Did our Luo family mistreat her?"

Indeed, after Ning Ruochu got married, most of the supplements were moved to Mingzhu Villa.

Luo Leyao, as the youngest child of this generation and a daughter, has been spoiled since childhood, but she has never received such treatment.

Ning Tinglian's face looked a little embarrassed.

These words were clearly accusing the Ning family of being bad to Ning Ruchu.

If they can gain a foothold, how can they still make profits from Ning Ruchu?

She tried her best to suppress her agitated emotions and said softly, "Miss Luo Jiu, today is Mr. Luo's funeral. This is Mr. Luo's mourning hall. Please don't make loud noises."

Sheng Qianwei also suggested: "Le Yao, if there is anything, let's talk about it in private. It's not good to make a scene in front of others."

But to Luo Leyao's ears, it sounded like everyone was speaking for Ning Ruchu.

The suppressed anger flared up and he could no longer hold it in.

"Her reputation is so bad, what do you care about? Why are you so protective of her?"

Luo Leyao just couldn't understand. How could a useless vase be so favored by so many people?

The third brother is, Sheng Qianwei is, and even Ning Tinglian whose position she took away.

Sheng Qianwei looked surprised.

She gave a kind reminder, but was questioned by the other party instead, which would have been unpleasant for anyone.

Because she often came to the Luo family's old house, she was somewhat familiar with Luo Leyao.

Because she is the youngest child in the family, she is spoiled and rude, and even Mr. Luo may not be able to control her.

I thought he would be more sensible as he grew up, but he is even more domineering than before.

Ning Tinglian had little contact with Miss Nine and didn't expect her to have such a bad temper.

Everyone else was just there to watch the fun and didn't care about their confrontation at all.

"Le Yao, no matter what, your tone is too harsh." Sheng Qianwei's voice became noticeably weaker, and she didn't dare to speak.

Ning Tinglian turned around and held Ning Ruchu's hand.

"Sister, let me take you away from here first." Her voice was soft and slow, as if she was comforting a frightened deer, very gentle.

Luo Leyao was unwilling to give in. "Ning Ruochu, the funeral isn't over yet, you still dare to leave?"

"It turns out that this lady also knows that the funeral is not over yet." A very majestic voice sounded, pausing the farce.

The Luo family's manor covers a large area and is surrounded by lush forests.

And Xie Cixing asked her to meet him in the grove in the west.

It is extremely difficult to find a person in such a large forest.

But Ning Ruchu seemed to know where the other person was, and soon saw Xie Cixing's figure.

In the snow-covered forest, he held up the cotton doll in his hand and looked at it carefully.

The feet made a squeaking sound when they stepped on the snow.

Hearing the noise, Xie Cixing looked over in surprise.

"It came pretty quickly."

Ning Ruochu ignored him and stared at the cotton doll in his hand. Her sharp eyes swept towards him like a sword, and her tone was as cold as ice: "Give me back the doll!"

Such a reaction made Xie Cixing stunned, but he reacted quickly.

"You're hiding it quite well." He fiddled with the cotton doll's hand, "I don't believe that a country girl can make such a delicate thing."

He was not discriminating, but the doll's exquisite craftsmanship and the delicate stitching reminded him of someone.

Ning Ruochu's eyes were cold and he spoke each word with emphasis: "Give it back to me!"

Xie Cixing's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, but he was not afraid.

"Why are you so angry, sister-in-law? I just came here to discuss something with you. It's related to Luo Zhouheng."

Ning Ruochu looked at him quietly and motioned for him to continue.

The plan succeeded. Xie Cixing smiled slightly, gradually approached her, leaned down, and whispered: "Do you really think that Luo Zhouheng died in an accident?"

Ning Ruochu's eyes were still cold as he glanced over and said, "Do you want to thoroughly investigate the cause of his death?"

"Of course not." Xie Cixing opened his hands and stepped back, "I'm just giving you a suggestion."

"With the resources controlled by the Xie family, wouldn't it be easier for them to investigate this matter than for me?"

"Yeah." Xie Cixing said in a teasing tone, "But your uncle probably thinks we're having an affair. What if I make a big noise and he attacks you?"

Ning Ruochu: “…”

She took a few deep breaths, suppressed her anger, and continued to talk to him about business: "So, you want to secretly help me find out the real cause of Luo Zhouheng's death?"

"You are so smart but you are pretending to be stupid." Xie Cixing leaned down, his eyes were level with Ning Ruochu's, his eyes were smiling but sharp, he asked: "What is your purpose in staying with Luo Zhouheng?"

Ning Ruochu looked away, "He is the one who wants to marry me."

"Oh." Xie Cixing smiled knowingly, "I'm afraid my biological parents won't like it."

Ning Ruochu suppressed her impatience and said, "I've finished talking. Can you give me the things now?"

She was already very polite, but Mr. Xie didn't know what those two words meant.

The cotton doll was alternately thrown between his two hands, and he couldn't help but wonder: "Why do you care so much about this thing?"

Ning Ruchu seized the opportunity to grab it, didn't waste any words with him, and turned away.

Xie Cixing stared at her back, his tongue against the roof of his mouth, and he said, "You have a bad temper."