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

Chapter 31 Sheng Qianwei came to attend the funeral

"It's just a folk remedy. It's good as long as it works."

Ning Ruchu's voice was humble and gentle, unlike those hot-tempered and individualistic girls like Amelia, which made Dong Qingran very fond of her.

She took a step forward, tightly holding Ning Ruchu's hand, her eyes full of gratitude and earnestness: "From today on, you are my good sister!"

Butler Dong was a little ashamed, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Luo, I offended you before."

Ning Ruochu shook her head: "I don't mind."

It has been less than five minutes since she came in, and Butler Dong has spoken harshly to her several times, but she doesn't care at all?
Is it because of his magnanimity, or is it because of her lowly status that makes her feel inferior?

Dong Qingran just thought she was easy to get along with and kept praising her: "Sister, you have a good personality, you are gentle and considerate."

"You don't know, I was bumped by someone as soon as I came in, and my ankle was sprained. The Luo family's servants haven't brought the ice pack yet!"

With such a comparison, Ning Ruchu's image in her mind has been elevated to a higher level.

"Oh, by the way, who bumped into me just now?" Dong Qingran turned and asked the butler.

Butler Dong glanced at Ning Ruchu and reminded him in a low voice: "The one just now was the young lady of the Ning family."

"Ning family? I've never heard of them. A small family..."

Butler Dong added anxiously: "It's Mrs. Luo's mother's family!"

There was a moment of silence in the space.

Dong Qingran turned her head stiffly and smiled awkwardly: "I'm sorry, sister, I didn't expect she was your sister."

Ning Ruochu smiled slightly: "Adopted."

Dong Qingran immediately changed the subject, "I was wondering how could she be so tactless and spineless? She is simply bringing shame to us Chinese people!"

I just said something serious in a moment of impatience, but I don't really take it to heart.

But Ning Tinglian's servile manner made her feel annoyed.

……

The Luo family occupies a very large area. The entire mountain is the Luo family's territory. The surrounding winding mountain roads also belong to the Luo family, and outsiders are prohibited from passing through.

When driving along the highway, there are checkpoints set up at regular intervals.

Jian Taoyue pouted, "Why is it so troublesome to go up the mountain?"

In the back row, Xie Cixing looked out the window with a sidelong glance, a little dazed.

Hearing her complaints, Xie Cixing looked over.

"You won't understand the disputes between the families."

Jian Taoyue became even more impatient, "Can't it be the same as food, with only the difference between delicious and not delicious?"

After hearing this, Xie Cixing burst out laughing and looked at her with a smile through the rearview mirror.

"You are such a greedy little cat."

The whole manor was filled with a solemn and gloomy mood. Jian Taoyue didn't like it and frowned.

"If you don't want to go, you can wait for me here." Xie Cixing got out of the car with his long legs, came to her side, and whispered, "I put some snacks in the trunk."

Jian Taoyue's eyes suddenly lit up, the worry between her brows disappeared, and she excitedly went to open the trunk.

Xie Cixing laughed and shook his head: "She can be kidnapped just by giving her some snacks."

Fortunately, I met him, otherwise I would definitely...

With her strength, she can't stand being bullied.

"Miss, your wounds haven't healed yet, so don't hold on any longer. Just pay your respects to Mr. Luo and go back."

Xie Cixing looked in the direction of the voice and saw Sheng Qianwei who had just got off the car with an umbrella held for her by the driver.

Today she was wearing a black long skirt with a crescent-shaped pattern cut out on the chest. The wind blew through the hem of her skirt, creating dark patterns and gleaming golden light.

Xie Cixing raised his eyebrows, put one hand across his chest, bent the index finger of his other hand, placed it on his red lips, and smiled gently.

Interesting.

……

Sheng Qianwei had been away from China for three years, and the people in the mourning hall saw her coming but didn't pay much attention.

You Yingying had just spent time with her a few days ago, and when she saw her, she immediately came over.

"Ms. Sheng, are you also here to mourn Mr. Luo?" The question, which was asked knowingly, attracted a few glances.

There was already talk around.

"Is that Sheng Qianwei? Mr. Luo's childhood sweetheart?"

"I heard that she was doing very well abroad, and even gave up the Avarosa Fashion Week after learning of Mr. Luo's death."

"Avarosa?! That's the fashion capital. Half of the world's famous designers gather there."

"Ms. Sheng is truly amazing for being able to start her own brand from scratch under such dire circumstances."

"Compared to her, the genuine Mrs. Luo is even more useless."

The discussion shifted from the initial discussion of Sheng Qianwei to the comparison between her and Ning Ruchu.

Hearing this, Sheng Qianwei curled the corners of her lips slightly, but quickly covered them up.

She gently stroked her face with her delicate hands, lowered her head and sobbed softly.

"I didn't get to see Zhou Heng for the last time, so I at least came to see him off."

You Yingying also covered her face and sighed, "Miss Sheng really has deep feelings for Mr. Luo."

Luo Leyao caught a glimpse of Sheng Qianwei and wondered, "Why is she here too?"

I turned my head and wanted to call Luo Yingzhe, but found that his eyes were closed and his body was shaking, obviously he had fallen asleep.

Luo Leyao was speechless. While complaining that her brother could fall asleep all the time, she secretly paid attention to Sheng Qianwei's movements.

After she finished her formalities, she stood in front of the spirit tablet and spoke softly with deep affection.

"Zhou Heng, I know you are dissatisfied with me, but... I really love you!"

Speaking of this, Sheng Qianwei burst into tears.

The crying did not subside over time and lasted for a long time.

There were many guests who came to pay their respects, but none of them stayed in front of the spirit tablet and cried for as long as she did.

Luo Leyao rolled her eyes.

Still so good at pretending.

"You're in my way."

Xie Cixing spoke coldly, and no emotion could be seen in his black and white eyes, neither happy nor angry.

Sheng Qianwei turned around and was shocked by the temperament and aura of the person who came. She quickly held back her tears and whispered, "I'm sorry."

She wiped her tears, her breathing was unstable and she had not yet recovered from the pain.

Xie Cixing squinted his eyes, not wanting to see her pretentious attitude, and just sarcastically said: "Standing here to guard Luo Zhouheng's body? You are not qualified!"

Sheng Qianwei looked unhappy.

"Sorry." She bowed her head, apologized, and hurried away.

Luo Leyao sneered, looked up at Xie Cixing, and was amazed.

The man's tall figure came towards the light, giving him a sacred halo.

Luo Leyao was stunned, but the other party left not long after.

Look at his expression, is he smiling?

……

You Yingying saw Sheng Qianwei crying and said worriedly, "Miss Sheng, are you okay?"

"It's okay." Sheng Qianwei shook her head, curled her lips, and said optimistically: "So many days have passed, I should accept the facts."

She lowered her eyes and said in a lonely voice: "It's just that there are too many regrets between us."

You Yingying: "If Mr. Luo had not been forced by the situation, you wouldn't have so many regrets."

With the status of the You family, they are still unable to reach the top circles, and they have no idea what is going on inside the Luo family.

The incident was such a big deal back then, and rumors were rife, that You Yingying was able to hear some of it.

Sheng Qianwei pursed her cherry lips, and her clasped hands were entangled tightly together and trembling.

　Your sister provoked the young lady from the Dong family!

　　Ning Ruochu (laughing): Adopted
　　
　
(End of this chapter)