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

Chapter 53 An Ni comes to the rescue and they get to know each other formally

She forced a smile, with a bitter look on her face. “But it doesn’t matter. Avarosa’s Fashion Week can also help me improve my brand influence.”

The woman frowned slightly, "The people of Amelia are vulgar and brainless. You'd better have less contact with Dong Qingran."

"Thank you, Lingxue." Sheng Qianwei said sincerely.

Jiang Lingxue patted her hand gently, signaling her to rest assured: "You are so talented, and Mr. Joyce appreciates you, your brand will definitely be a big hit."

Fremont Joyce, a famous fashion designer and founder of the fashion brand Joyce, was named the most successful designer in Intel 20 years ago. Success is an understatement for him.

Avarosa is a city in central Intelli and the place where Fremont Joyce lives.

Sheng Qianwei thanked him again, "Without your support, I wouldn't be able to get this far."

She paused, looked around, and continued: "It's impossible for me to come to An's gallery."

Jiang Lingxue tucked her hair and smiled shyly: "It's nothing."

The Jiang family is one of the top wealthy families in Beijing.

Jiang Lingxue, who grew up with a silver spoon in her mouth, was carefully nurtured since childhood and developed a strong artistic temperament, especially in the field of traditional Chinese painting.

He joined the Chinese Artists Association at a young age and has a great reputation.

She was directly invited to participate in this gallery exhibition.

Although they both majored in painting, Sheng Qianwei specialized in oil painting, so it was impossible for her to be invited. This time she came here to accompany Jiang Lingxue.

Jiang Lingxue looked around and whispered, "Many well-known people in the industry are here today. You can make more friends with them."

The An family has been established for hundreds of years, and their ancestors once served as important officials around the emperor. They have a rich family background and many famous paintings.

Moreover, the calligraphy and paintings are private collections and have never been exhibited to the public, attracting many famous Chinese painting and calligraphy masters.

"Lingxue." Someone called her not far away. It was her mentor, Master Wei Zhu.

Jiang Lingxue said apologetically: "Sorry, Qianwei, my instructor wants to take me to negotiate, you can go shopping by yourself first."

Sheng Qianwei nodded: "Well, you go, I can do it alone."

This was the first time that the An family had organized a public event. The gallery was not very large and one could see the end at a glance. There were not many paintings and calligraphy on display.

Therefore, after seeing the familiar figure, Sheng Qianwei's pupils suddenly contracted. She suspected that she was dazzled, and she could not convince herself that the person was Ning Ruchu.

As early as three years ago, when her friends in the circle were gossiping, she heard that the Ning family had found a real daughter.

At that time they didn't care and were just chatting casually.

Because the Ning family is just a medium-sized wealthy family in Beijing, they don’t take people from the top circles seriously at all.

Later, when he heard the rumors about Ning Ruchu, he just complained a few words and didn't take them to heart at all.

Two years ago, news suddenly came out that she and Luo Zhouheng were getting married, and Sheng Qianwei panicked.

Realizing that he could not let things go on, he immediately sent people to investigate Ning Ruchu, but found out that she was just a country bumpkin. He felt even more upset and very unbalanced.

He was even so excited that he went to confront Luo Zhouheng in person, but ended up parting on bad terms.

After Luo Zhouheng passed away, Sheng Qianwei finally had the courage to return to China.

As long as Ning Ruchu holds the title of Mrs. Luo, she will be dissatisfied.

In her eyes, Ning Ruchu has always been a vase that depends on others and a good-for-nothing waste.

And now, not only has she inherited the entire Luo family, she has even established a cooperative relationship with the Dong family, the only family in China that can compete with the Luo family.

Sheng Qianwei originally didn't believe the rumors on the Internet. She was sure that Ning Ruchu didn't have that ability, until Dong Qingran personally said that she was her good friend.

This made Sheng Qianwei feel inexplicably panicked, and also made her realize that Ning Ruchu was not as easy to deal with as he seemed.

He had never been taken seriously, but now he posed a threat to her.

Sheng Qianwei took a deep breath, maintained a gentle and polite smile, and walked forward to greet.

"I didn't expect Mrs. Luo to come too. The news a few days ago made me very worried about you." She looked worried and found it difficult to speak, "Are you... okay?"

When he saw her, Ran Yunqing was stunned. He took two steps away with disgust, lowered his eyes, and stared at her injured calf.

The long skirt covered the wound, and the hideous scar could not be seen.

Ran Yunqing looked at him with disdain and turned his head away.

Compared to her obvious dissatisfaction, Ning Ruchu's performance was very natural.

She curled her lips stiffly, but her face looked bitter.

"Thank you for your concern, Miss Sheng. I'm fine."

Sheng Qianwei lowered her brows and said in relief: "So many things have happened during this period, you must be feeling bad. Zhou Heng and I have known each other since childhood. If you have time, Mrs. Luo, you can come and chat with me."

To Ning Ruchu, the words of comfort sounded more like showing off and asserting sovereignty.

It’s a pity that since the marriage, the sovereignty has always been in her hands.

She shook her head. "Thank you for your kindness, Miss Sheng, but no thanks. Ah Heng just passed away and left everything to me. It's hard for me to have free time."

Behind me, there was a laugh, but it was immediately suppressed.

Ran Yunqing pursed her lips and tried to hold back her smile. No one knew Ning Ruchu's situation better than her.

Yesterday she gained some weight, so in order not to arouse suspicion, she was asked to have an acupuncture injection to reduce fat.

Sheng Qianwei was attracted and looked towards her.

She was curious from the beginning, and now she asked: "Excuse me, who is this..."

As far as she knew, Ning Ruchu didn't have many friends in the capital, and those self-righteous young men from wealthy families would feel disgusted when they heard her name.

Because she was not a lady from a wealthy family and she married someone they could not get close to.

Only Dong Qingran, who had just arrived and was unfamiliar with the place, would become friends with her.

"Qianwei." Jiang Lingxue stepped forward, her movements somewhat anxious, and frowned at Ning Ruochu, "Why are you with her?"

"I saw Madam Luo was here too, so I came over to say hello to her." Sheng Qianwei smiled softly and looked at Ning Ruchu again, "I'm surprised to meet Madam Luo here."

"Accident?" Jiang Lingxue couldn't help laughing out loud, her expression cold, "He just relied on the Luo family's reputation and reaped the benefits."

Everyone in the wealthy families knows that the Luo family and the An family have a close relationship.

Jiang Lingxue taunted: "Didn't she get everything she has thanks to Luo Zhouheng?"

"Madam Luo is really good at using the dead to gain fame." Her face darkened and her tone became heavier, full of sarcasm.

As a close friend of Sheng Qianwei, Jiang Lingxue naturally knew about the official warning regarding her Weibo post.

At first glance, I knew it was Ning Ruchu who was behind the scenes.

She would always pretend to be pitiful and cry a few times, and then people would come one after another to do things for her.

As a woman, what Jiang Lingxue can't stand the most is those dodders who have no ability at all, depend on men, and rely on deceiving others' feelings to climb up.

Sheng Qianwei held her hand and advised: "Lingxue, please stop talking. Madam Luo is actually having a hard time too."

Jiang Lingxue did not restrain herself, but became even more presumptuous: "No wonder your biological parents are displeased. They must have seen through your hypocritical face a long time ago."

Ning Ruochu lowered her head, a sinister look flashed across her eyes, but it quickly subsided. Her thin shoulders began to tremble slightly, as if she was crying.

Ran Yunqing could no longer bear it: "You must be a person of status to be able to come here, but you are poking at someone's sore spot in front of him. It's really a disgrace to a cultured person."

Jiang Lingxue was very unhappy, but she was right about one thing - those who could come here all had status.

She carefully looked at Ran Yunqing, but had no impression of him. She asked, "May I know his name? Is he a member of the Artists Association? What is his representative work?"

The question was sharp and stumped Ran Yunqing. She stammered and didn't know what to say. She swallowed all the offensive words in her mind. Seeing that she couldn't answer it for a long time, Jiang Lingxue smiled smugly.

"He appeared here without any identity. I would like to ask how he got in."

"Ms. Jiang, are you questioning our security?" A voice as cold as broken jade sounded behind her calmly.

Jiang Lingxue turned around and felt that the person looked unfamiliar.

Sheng Qianwei recognized her.

"Miss An."

An Ni walked over slowly, her watery eyes covered with a layer of frost, and she looked at them quietly.

Jiang Lingxue was a little surprised.

This was her first time meeting the An family, or at least the first time she knew their identities.

They have always been low-key and never use their status to bully others in public. People who don’t know them can’t recognize them at all.

The An family has a rich collection of famous paintings, and those on display are rare masterpieces.

Jiang Lingxue knew that there must be more precious calligraphy and paintings hidden in the An family treasure house.

Her smile was friendly and somewhat flattering.

"Ms. An, thank you very much for inviting me to this gallery. These calligraphy and paintings are top-notch works even in the Artists Association. I can't believe that I can see these masterpieces."

An Ni's eyes were cold and her tone was very calm: "You won't be able to see it either."

Jiang Lingxue was stunned. "What do you mean?"

"Ms. Jiang, you have been blacklisted for insulting our distinguished guest." An Ni turned her head and called the two security guards behind her, "Kick them out."

She had already seen Ning Ruchu and wanted to come up to say hello, but was beaten to it.

Seeing that it was Sheng Qianwei, he decided to wait and see.

She heard everything Jiang Lingxue said just now.

Jiang Lingxue's pupils widened in disbelief.

Sheng Qianwei was also surprised that An Ni would actually drive someone away just because of one or two excessive words.

She smiled awkwardly: "Miss An, is there any misunderstanding here? Lingxue has always been straightforward and said many things unintentionally."

"I don't think there's anything wrong with me exposing someone else's scars to laugh at her." An Ni looked at her with a grim expression, "You're also on the blacklist, take you away with me."

Sheng Qianwei was shocked.

She didn't say anything bad about Ning Ruchu, so why was she kicked out?

Because she defended Jiang Lingxue?
I wanted to explain, but the security guard reminded me again and again.

Everyone around them looked over, and Sheng Qianwei and Jiang Lingxue couldn't lose face, so they had to leave.

The annoying person left, and An Ni looked straight at Ning Ruchu, her face as bright as if it had just cleared after a snowfall.

"Mrs. Luo, I'm glad you can come to this gallery."

After being humiliated just now, Ning Ruchu’s power was still there, and her beautiful eyes were a little flustered, like a frightened deer.

"I should thank you for inviting me." Her voice was soft and weak, with a stiff smile on her face.

An Ni had also read the news about the Ning family.

She sighed slightly, glanced at Ran Yunqing, and asked, "Is this your friend?"

In the entire capital, there are not many people who will speak up for Ning Ruchu.

Ning Ruochu nodded, "She came with me."

"Mrs. Luo, I want to talk to you alone." An Ni looked at Ran Yunqing and said apologetically, "Please wait for a moment, young lady."

The first time she was called Miss, Ran Yunqing felt dizzy and agreed subconsciously.

After they left, she looked at the calligraphy and paintings in front of her, as well as the masters passing by, and the feeling that she didn't belong here became stronger and stronger.

……

The gallery is held in a historic building owned by the An family, with only one pavilion open to the public.

An Ni brought Ning Ruchu to the front porch, a small house built next to the main building.

She turned around and smiled, "Mrs. Luo, we haven't met formally yet. My name is An Ni, and your husband is my cousin, so logically, I should call you my cousin."

"However, after my aunt passed away, my cousin no longer had much contact with the An family." An Ni sighed.

Luo Zhouheng's parents both died when he was twelve years old.

Ning Ruochu's eyes flickered slightly.

Not only did they not have any contact, Luo Zhouheng never even mentioned the An family. Even though there was a fixed box in the An family's mansion, he had never been there.

He seemed to be avoiding something, or the death of his parents was too much of a blow to him.

Ning Ruochu tightened her grip around the cotton doll.

She couldn't understand.

But at the age of twelve, when his mind was not yet mature, he lost his closest family members, and the pain must have been enormous.

"I'm very happy and a little surprised that you can come to the gallery this time." An Ni looked at Ning Ruochu's slightly haggard face, "Even if there is no marriage, the An family and the Luo family are always partners. I hope that we can have more exchanges in the future."

"I hope so too." Ning Ruchu's lips smiled for a moment, then she concealed them again, with a look of regret, "But as Ah Heng's wife, I should respect his wishes."

Ning Ruchu would not have much contact with them until she figured out why Luo Zhouheng was so averse to the An family.

An Ni looked dejected and expressed her understanding: "The death of a loved one is indeed unacceptable. If Madam Luo doesn't want to, I won't force her."

She also didn't know why Luo Zhouheng was so cold towards the An family after her aunt passed away.

Apart from business cooperation, there is no other dealings.

Although they are cousins, An Ni and Luo Zhouheng are not familiar with each other and have only met each other a few times at family dinners when they were young.

Therefore, when addressing Ning Ruchu, the respectful title "Mrs. Luo" was used instead of "cousin-law".

"However, I will still participate in the An family's invitation to activities." Ning Ruochu hinted, "I heard from Ah Heng that the An family has never liked to interact with the outside world."

An Ni didn't understand this either, so she could only say, "Our An family has hundreds of years of history, and most of the elders are low-key. The younger generations pay attention to the family's reputation and basically don't reveal their identities to the public."

It seems that there is nothing more to be learned from her.

Ning Ruochu lowered his eyes.

Yes, the An family has many branches, and even the direct line has several descendants.

She may not necessarily have access to management level.

　Up to now, the names of countries have appeared quite a lot. In order to facilitate understanding, I will explain them to you.

　　Amelia: homonymous with America.

　　Yingteli: homophonic to Italy.

　　The prototype of Avarosa is Florence, a city in central Italy. It is a famous ancient cultural city and art paradise, as well as the cultural center of the European Renaissance.

　　The Free Federation of Sub-Saints can be understood as the most influential country in Western Europe.

　　(End of this chapter)