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

Chapter 66: The spirited young man rides on a will-o'-the-wisp and chases after Xie Xiyue

His voice was low, and his tone was still cold and indifferent as usual. His faster speaking speed revealed a bit of anxiety, which was the panic from the bottom of his heart.
Ning Ruochu's eyelids were heavy, as if she didn't hear his voice. Her beautiful hands became dry and shriveled, and she pressed on the crystal ball with trembling hands, cutting off the connection with the crystal ball.

She couldn't hold on any longer, her body was weak, but she held the two crystals tightly in her hands.

Mrs. Lin discovered that Ning Ruchu had fainted when she brought the afternoon tea.

The spare keys for all the rooms in the villa are kept by the housekeeper.

The servants knew that Ning Ruchu was weak, so when they noticed something was wrong, they would immediately ask the housekeeper for the key and quickly open the door to check the situation.

When she saw Ning Ruchu slumped on the table, Mrs. Lin was shocked.

He hurriedly put down his food and trotted over.

"Madam, Madam?" She called softly a few times, but there was no response from the other party.

Ning Ruochu has delicate skin that is milky white like milk.

Now the tone is cooler, and if you look closely, you can see that blue is emerging.

Mrs. Lin was frightened and ran out yelling without thinking.

The first to respond was Yeyue.

She blocked Sister Lin with her slender arms and ordered in a very calm and steady tone, "Go and ask Doctor Ran to come to Madam's room."

Mrs. Lin nodded hurriedly and blankly and went to do it.

Yeyue stared at her awkward back, his eyes gradually darkening.

Ning Ruchu had been married for two years and occasionally suffered from fainting symptoms.

But this time, Mrs. Lin's reaction was indeed excessive.

Somehow, Yeyue felt her heart beat faster.

She walked upstairs quickly. Ning Ruchu's door was still wide open, so she entered without any obstruction.

Tilting his head, a figure with a gray complexion came into view.

Yeyue immediately stepped forward and felt her breath. She was still breathing, but it was faint and not quite real.

Check the body condition, the temperature is low and even stiff.

Her pupils shrank, and she couldn't understand why Ning Ruchu, who appeared in front of her safe and sound ten minutes ago, would be in this situation.

Ran Yunqing arrived quickly.

She thought it was the poison taking effect. Even though Sister Lin urged her to do so and she pretended to be panicked, she remained calm inside.

But when she saw Ning Ruchu's situation, she immediately panicked.

Taking the pulse, it's weak and tenuous, a sign of impending death!

Ran Yunqing took several deep breaths before forcing himself to calm down.

She looked at Ye Yue: "Commander Ye, please help me lift my wife to the bed."

As he spoke, he lifted Ning Ruchu's hand and was about to put it on his shoulder.

Yeyue helped Ning Ruochu up, and let her lie back in his arms. He reached his other hand under her legs, picked her up horizontally, and put her on the bed.

Ran Yunqing was stunned for a moment when his hand slipped away, then he immediately followed and took out the silver needle.

But when faced with Ning Ruchu's situation, she was rarely stunned.

Ran Yunqing closed his eyes and pretended to be calm: "Commander Ye, I cannot be disturbed during the acupuncture. The slightest deviation may directly endanger Madam's life, so..."

She paused, took a long breath, and then continued, "Please guard outside and don't let anyone in."

Ye Yue glanced at Ning Ruochu's cold face, lowered her eyes slightly, and walked out.

On the other side, the soul in the cotton doll was staring straight at the person on the bed.

He knew that since Ning Ruchu had been able to hide by his side so perfectly for so many years, she must be intelligent and would not be so foolish as to put herself in a situation of death.

But deep down, I couldn't stop worrying.

Even though I am sure nothing will happen, I still have guesses.

The more I tried to get rid of that absurd idea, the deeper it took root in my mind.

Everything around him fell silent, and Ran Yunqing exhaled slowly.

Ning Ruchu, please don't get into any trouble!

She muttered something in her mind and began to give the acupuncture.

She was very fast at giving acupuncture, but today she was unusually cautious.

Every shot was taken steadily and cautiously, but no slackness was allowed.

Five minutes later, beads of sweat were dripping from my forehead.

Ten minutes later, Ran Yunqing was already sweating profusely.

The bean-sized drops rolled down, dripping onto Ning Ruchu's skin and hanging on her eyelashes.

The free hand was wiped immediately, and the acupuncture action did not pause for the slightest.

After piercing the last acupuncture point at the heart, Ran Yunqing took a step back.

Silver needles were spread all over the body, and when the last needle fell, it was visible to the naked eye that the silver needles began to tremble slightly!

This is the acupuncture method that their sect never passes on to other people, and it is different from the previous acupuncture method used to treat internal injuries.

It is no longer a simple matter of mobilizing the energy in the body and returning it to its original trajectory of movement.

But to stimulate it.

Silver needles are inserted into multiple acupuncture points, forming lines from dots, and drawing trajectories for the circulation of breath, so that the remaining weak qi can continue to circulate along the trajectory.

At the same time, it also has a confining effect, preventing the Qi from dissipating, allowing the already scattered and disorderly Qi to return to the body's origin.

This acupuncture method is specifically designed to restore dying people to their original state.

Unfortunately, the effect of this acupuncture method is so bizarre that some rumors have long since disappeared in the long river of history.

But in fact, it was created by Qiao Weisong’s 32nd generation master.

After mastering all acupuncture therapies and countless trials, I finally succeeded.

It’s a pity that he passed away on a crane not long after.

In his final days, he wrote down this acupuncture technique and compiled it into a secret book.

His disciples believed that their master had violated the will of heaven and sealed up the acupuncture secrets forever. However, they could not bear to let their master's life's work be burned, so they passed it down from generation to generation.

In modern times, with the development of science and technology, people are no longer as superstitious as before, and this secret method has seen the light of day again.

The masters of all generations have worked hard to study and learn, and from some initial success, by the time of Qiao Weisong's generation, great progress had been made.

Although it's not as miraculous as our ancestors' skills of bringing the dead back to life, it's pretty good.

And named it "Nine Nines Return to One Needle".

Ning Ruchu's condition was not particularly bad, but it could not be delayed any longer.

This was the first time that Ran Yunqing actually put it into practice, but there was definitely a turn for the better.

The silver needle continued to vibrate. Ran Yunqing stared at it closely, not daring to be distracted for a moment.

She silently comforted herself in her heart, thinking that after enduring so many hellish trainings from her master, there would definitely be no problem.

"I'm sorry to have caused you worry." Ning Tinglian said politely.

We say we are a family, but when we really get along with each other, we feel so unfamiliar.

Ning Ruochu replied "Nothing" and asked Sister Lin to clean up a guest room.

I went back to my room, using the excuse of being too tired.

As soon as the door closed, a steady male voice sounded in my mind.

"Your family only treats you as a tool."

Luo Zhouheng should have said this to Ning Ruchu a long time ago.

But at that time, in his impression, she was just a pitiful and weak little crybaby, so he could only change another way. Lead the Ning family into his trap, so that they would not dare to use Ning Ruchu to make a deal.

"It's ironic, isn't it?" Ning Ruochu sneered.

She had been obsessed with something for twenty years, but her parents were disgusted with her.

Luo Zhouheng was silent for a while.

After a while, he asked, "How did you hide your identity?"

According to the information, Ning Ruchu grew up in a small village in the south of the city.

Twenty years ago, she was met by a kind couple who raised her.

Three years ago, the Ning family had a project in South City, and Ning Xiangchen needed to inspect it in person.

Unfortunately, an accident occurred and he needed a blood transfusion urgently.

Ning Ruchu was in the hospital at the time. The patient had the same blood type as hers, and the blood bank was short of blood, so she didn't think much about it and asked someone to draw blood from her.

Unexpectedly, problems occurred during the test.

Lymphocytes multiply aggressively, and this is most common among first-degree relatives.

Ning Xiangchen learned about this after he was out of danger and immediately requested a paternity test, the result showed that the two were father and daughter.

After being discharged from the hospital, he took Ning Ruchu home.

"I just need to delete and edit all the files related to me, and then bribe a couple with some money to play the role of adoptive parents." Ning Ruochu flicked the cotton doll's forehead with his fingers, "Boss Luo should know more about this kind of thing than I do."

"After all, you have a fully functional force under your name that is dedicated to doing illegal things for you." She curled her lips, raised the corners of her eyes, and there was a cunning gleam in her eyes.

"In life, there are always things that you have to do."

Luo Zhouheng paused and suddenly became cold.

"But you staying with me is not."

Even through the cotton doll, Ning Ruchu could feel his cold and inquiring gaze.

When he first proposed marriage, Luo Zhouheng specifically asked about her willingness.

She said that this family was too depressing and she wanted to escape, but she had no choice but to rely on him.

But if one can forge an identity, one can also get rid of it.

Accidents, fake deaths, and disappearances made them believe that Ning Ruchu no longer existed, and they continued their new lives.

Ning Ruchu had considered this.

Her eyes sank, she didn't want to say anything more, and casually threw the cotton doll on the sofa.

Being ignored, Luo Zhouheng felt very unhappy: "You haven't answered my question yet."

In the past, Ning Ruchu always listened to him.

Now that his true identity has been exposed, Luo Zhouheng thought things would be different from before, but the gap was hard for him to accept.

It’s like a piece of my heart is suddenly missing and it can never go back to its original state.

Ning Ruochu held onto the door frame, turned her head, and threw him a coquettish glance.

"Mr. Luo, do you want to watch me take a bath? I didn't expect you to have such a hobby."

Different from her previous soft and weak voice, her tone is gentle, adding a bit of charm, but it can touch people's hearts directly.

Ning Ruochu's eyebrows were curved, her posture was lazy, and her pair of almond-shaped eyes were sparkling, as if full of affection, which could easily make people fall for her.

Luo Zhouheng closed his eyes and stopped looking.

Ning Ruochu chuckled and sighed softly.

"Ah, Mr. Luo is so boring."

……

Winter family.

Dong Qingran and Davis were sitting on the sofa, watching a show with her delicate body slumped in his arms like a boneless corpse.

The phone rang suddenly, dampening their mood.

Davis picked up the phone. There were no notes, but he remembered the phone number. His amber eyes sank inch by inch.

He blinked, returned to his original appearance, and smiled at Dong Qingran.

"I'll take a call first."

Her fiancé was busy with many things, but Dong Qingran never asked and just nodded.

Davis walked to the balcony and closed the window before answering the phone.

"Commander Night."

"Mr. Loffield." Ye Yue's voice was cold but polite, "You listened to my advice and stayed away from the underground martial arts training ground. It was the right choice."

Davis didn't want to talk about this, so he asked, "Is there any movement from the Brandon family?"

"Yes." Ye Yue answered, "No matter which country, it is not difficult to find people who are willing to work for money. Moreover, the commissions offered by the Brandon family are generous."

Davis was so angry that he slapped the railing hard and said calmly: "I hope Shadow Pavilion can protect our safety."

"That's natural." Yeyue smiled. "We will take precautions before anything happens, but we also hope that Mr. Davis knows that they will not give up."

The call ended, and Davis's hands clenched on the railing.

"The boss agreed to let me go find her, yes!"

After the excitement, Roger immediately started booking flights.

The luggage was ready long before it was sent to the mailbox.

Even though everything was ready, he still couldn't believe it, as if he was dreaming.

He read Ning Ruchu's reply over and over again, his surprise and joy evident in his words.

That's his idol, the queen of racing!

Legendary retired racing driver - Opal.

Even though he is the current number one racer, he only got the "ticket" to see her after winning six consecutive championships.

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.

"However, I will still participate in the An family's invitation to activities." Ning Ruochu hinted, "After all, 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.

"If there is nothing else, I will go back first. My friends are still waiting for me."

Ran Yunqing was already worried just by hearing that she was coming to the gallery, and he would definitely be terrified if she was left alone.

(End of this chapter)