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

Chapter 27 Funeral
Ning Ruchu's face looked slightly pale, and his condition was visibly getting worse.

She wanted to gently touch Luo Zhouheng's face through the crystal ball, but she couldn't hold it and the picture in the ball disappeared like a bubble.

As if he had escaped from something that was eating away at him, Ning Ruchu's complexion gradually improved and his energy and spirit slowly recovered.

She pressed her aching temple, her expression painful: "It's still too much."

Ning Ruchu forced herself to put the crystal ball back. She lay back on the bed without taking a shower and fell asleep with the cotton doll in her arms.

The turbulent waves in Luo Zhouheng's heart gradually calmed down after listening to Ning Ruchu's even breathing, and his mind became clearer.

Judging from his reaction, Ning Ruchu didn't know that he was trapped in the doll.

If his soul could be transferred here, does that mean...

Luo Zhouheng suffered an unprecedented shock in his life.

……

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 for the man to match.

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

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

Yeyue didn’t know him, but was attracted by his last name - Brandon.

The light fell on her face, her eyes were deep, dark, and 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 her 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 hand over 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, frowned 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.

(End of this chapter)