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

Chapter 74

Madam Ning's eyes widened in disbelief and she roared, "Ning Ruchu, how dare you talk to me like that!"

Her eyes were swaying and she felt dizzy for a moment. Her feet were unsteady and she subconsciously put her hands on the table.

Ning Tinglian quickly stood up, supported Madam Ning, and looked at Ning Ruochu anxiously: "Sister, you are going too far. She is our mother."

Ning Ruochu sneered: "When I was three years old, he lost me on the roadside and forced me to come back. He made me spend the night in the yard many times and kept emphasizing that he wanted to kick me out..."

She paused, raised the corners of her lips sarcastically, and nodded several times.

"She is indeed my good mother."

The unbearable past was shaken up, and Ning Ruchu felt a surge of bitterness in his heart.

A three-year-old child has a vague memory.

She doesn't know who her biological parents are and doesn't remember what they look like.

She grew up in a dark environment and was forced to learn all kinds of things just to survive and to suffer less physical pain.

They all said that she had an amazingly strong mind.

Only Ning Ruchu understood that there was always a stubbornness in her heart, a stubbornness towards her biological parents.

Three years ago, it was completely shattered.

It was clearly something she had done, but when someone else said it out loud, it was like a slap in the face to her.

Madam Ning was furious: "Do you think I want to? You are my child, a piece of flesh that fell from my body, how could I not care about you?!"

Ning Xiangchen couldn't bear it any longer, he slammed the table and stood up.

"Ning Ruochu, when you got lost, we tried our best to find you. Your mother even suffered from mental illness because of this. It was only after she adopted Xiaolian that she started to get better. It's fine that you can't tolerate Xiaolian, but how could you talk to your mother and me like this?!"

Ning Ruochu's expression gradually turned cold, and he laughed out of anger.

What happened back then was originally their parents' irresponsibility.

Everything that originally belonged to her was taken away from her, but she should be grateful to these parents who showed no guilt at all?

Ning Ruchu's three outlooks suffered an unprecedented blow.

She leaned back, her eyes full of tears, and her voice was surprisingly calm: "Have you ever thought about my broken life?"

The atmosphere in the restaurant became increasingly depressing. Servants carrying trays of food crowded at the door, cowering and not daring to make any sound.

Madam Ning was so angry that she could faint at any time.

Ning Xiangchen looked at Ning Ruchu, who was sitting steadily in his seat without moving, and suddenly felt ashamed.

Although he is busy at work, he doesn't pay much attention to his family.

But since she brought Ning Ruchu back, she has been living under her own control.

Now that they have separated, Ning Xiangchen is very dissatisfied and loses his mind.

"Your life is already like this, what else do you want us to do?" He roared, "Ning Ruochu, don't think that you can be above me just because you marry Luo Zhouheng! Without me, you would never have this marriage!!"

Ning Tinglian had never expected such a turn of events.

It was clearly agreed at the beginning that this dinner would be used to make Ning Ruchu favor his family and bring greater benefits to the Ning family.

But why, everything changed.

Ning Tinglian looked at Ning Ruchu in a daze. She was still sitting on the chair, staring at them quietly with calm and indifferent eyes.

Such devastating words did not affect her at all. She just sat there, calm and composed.

Ning Tinglian almost couldn't recognize who was in front of her.

She shook her head and advised softly: "Sister, just apologize to our parents."

Ning Ruchu remained indifferent.

Ning Tinglian bit her red lips and said again: "Mom and Dad did say something serious, but as a junior, your tone is too harsh."

Ning Ruchu ignored her and turned her head to face Ning Xiangchen.

"Since you can let your daughter marry Luo Zhouheng, why can't you get Luo's cooperation?"

This sentence hit Ning Xiangchen's sore spot perfectly.

He angrily picked up the cup next to him and threw it at Ning Ruchu.

Ning Ruochu had anticipated this and dodged quickly.

The glass hit the chair and the sound of objects breaking was heard.

There was still water in it. The warm water left large stains on the chair and the floor, and also soaked Ning Ruchu's dress.

Sharp fragments scattered everywhere, and even Ning Ruchu, who retreated immediately, had several cuts on her delicate white hands, stained red, like plum blossoms falling in the snow.

Ning Xiangchen breathed rapidly and pointed angrily: "You are really rebellious! Don't think that I can't do anything to you just because you are married!"

Ning Ruochu snorted, "Of course I don't think so. You are my father, a blood-related father."

To her, these were all just jokes.

Ning Ruochu picked up the phone and said, "Since my dear 'parents' don't welcome me, I have no choice but to leave."

Her tone became more serious, sounding full of sarcasm.

"Rebellious daughter!" Ning Xiangchen shouted at her back, wishing he would never see this daughter again.

Mrs. Ning was distracted and her ability to take in her surroundings declined.

Ning Tinglian watched Ning Ruchu leave quietly, always feeling that something was wrong.

But she was very clear about one thing - Ning Ruchu could not leave.

She hurried over to catch up, and grabbed Ning Ruchu's wrist the moment she opened the door of the villa.

"Sister, don't be angry, Mom and Dad are just..."

Ning Tinglian paused, she didn't know how to explain.

It was indeed her intention to let the servants ignore Ning Ruchu.

It was almost time for the dinner, and he pulled Madam Ning to play the piano with him, just to let her see the difference between them.

Everything is under her control and there will be no problems at all.

But why, Ning Tinglian always felt that this plan was disrupted from the very beginning.

Ning Ruchu turned his head, his dark eyes were dark and cold, which made Ning Tinglian's heart skip a beat.

"Ms. Ning, are you satisfied with this?" She choked, her eyes quickly filled with tears, "I was forced to turn against my biological parents, and you played the role of a good daughter to gain their love."

Ning Tinglian was stunned.

"elder sister……"

She wanted to explain, but Ning Ruchu rudely shook her hand off and ran out.

Ning Tinglian stood there in a daze, staring at her gradually blurry figure from afar. She felt that something had completely changed without her knowing...

Yeyue took it: "I will pass it on."

"Don't let my wife know about those comments on the Internet for now."

After learning the news that Ning Ruochu was kicked out last night, Ling Chuan asked someone to find the media and specially retrieved the surveillance footage of the villa area, saying that the Ning family had a shallow relationship and Mrs. Luo left in tears.

As a hot topic today, the traffic on matters related to the Luo family and Ning Ruchu remains high.

In order to deal with public opinion, the Ning family actually turned the tables and accused Ning Ruchu of being ungrateful.

Coupled with his existing reputation, even if Ling Chuan wanted to suppress his popularity, it would still arouse suspicion.

The Internet can easily mislead the public, but it does not prove that everyone is a fool.

No one knows what the real situation is, and some people are making guesses based on what the Ning family said.

Doing so would send the message to the wealthy circle that the Ning family and the current head of the Luo family are not in harmony, and would help them avoid cooperating with the Ning family.

At the same time, it will once again affect Ning Ruchu's reputation.

Ye Yue said coldly: "I won't tell you." But whether Ning Ruchu would see it or not was not something she could control.

……

In the bedroom, Ning Ruochu leaned on the bed with her legs bent, using a tablet as a cushion, browsing Weibo.

Luo Zhouheng was in her arms, watching with her.

"Is it normal for parents to hate their children?" Ning Ruochu swiped the screen with her finger, her almond-shaped eyes were strangely calm, and her tone was extremely light.

Luo Zhouheng was silent.

After a long time without receiving a response, Ning Ruchu smiled self-deprecatingly.

"You're surprised too, aren't you?"

Luo Zhouheng's childhood was not good
His parents died when he was young, and he grew up with Grandpa Luo and became his most beloved grandson.

The uncles and aunts felt the crisis and suppressed him everywhere.

After he became an adult, he held important positions in the company and endured many suspicions and malicious frames.

Mr. Luo had no choice but to send him abroad, and he didn't come back until he was 24 years old.

At that time, my grandfather was already seriously ill, the Luo family was controlled by the eldest uncle of the Luo family, and the three branches were fighting each other.

Almost everyone believed that Mr. Luo was pushing Luo Zhouheng into the fire by letting him inherit the Luo family.

But he persisted, not only reconciling internal conflicts but also making the consortium prosper.

Of course, his achievements and strengths are not limited to this, otherwise he would not have become the person Ning Ruchu admires the most, especially after knowing his other powers.

There was a knock on the door, and a light flashed across Ning Ruochu's eyes. She quickly put the tablet under the pillow, curled up on the bed, and held the cotton doll tightly in her arms.

When Yeyue came in, she saw Ning Ruchu looking dejected.

Her eyes dimmed and she walked straight away.

Coming to the bed, he said in a neutral voice, "Madam, Secretary Ling just came over."

The person on the bed responded.

The hands that were propping up the body were shaking violently, and it took a lot of effort for him to turn over. There were water stains in the corners of his eyes, and his charming almond-shaped eyes were sparkling, broken and fragile.

She leaned weakly on the bed, her frail body looking like she could fall over at any moment.

Yeyue just watched without taking any action.

"Is it..." Ning Ruchu's voice was hoarse and she was unable to utter a word.

She coughed a few times to make her words sound clearer.

"Did something happen?"

Luo Zhouheng, who witnessed her performance, was stunned.

I never expected that Ning Ruchu could do this.

Even though he was good at understanding people's minds, he didn't think there was anything wrong.

The character created by Ning Ruchu is not only very contagious, but also able to arouse sympathy, allowing people to focus on the suffering she has experienced and ignore her personal performance.

Her disguise was impeccable.

Be careful, some things have nothing to do with you, but if you are involved, you will blame yourself.

Even the psychologist invited by Luo Zhouheng himself said that Ning Ruchu suffered from severe inferiority complex due to his childhood environment and was a typical highly sensitive person.

Speaking of mental illness, Ning Ruchu's condition is even more serious than Ning Tinglian's.

"No, Secretary Ling is just here to deliver an invitation." Yeyue stepped forward and placed the envelope on the bedside table. "It's from the An family. They want to invite you to attend the gallery."

Ning Ruochu pretended to sigh and asked her: "An family? How come I have never heard of it?"

After returning to the Ning family, she had few opportunities to interact with the upper class.

I only learned about the An family when I was investigating Luo Zhouheng.

"The An family has always kept a low profile, so it's normal that you don't know about them." Ye Yue explained, "In the last century, the Luo family was kind to the An family. Later, the An family disappeared from the public eye, and the outside world didn't know much about them. Over the past fifty years, the Luo family has had close contacts with the main members of the An family, and your mother is a member of the An family."

Ning Ruochu pursed her lips, looking very hesitant.

She was facing the bed and was forced to breathe, so her breathing was a little unstable and she was gasping for air.

After a while, he took a deep breath and responded: "I will go."

The tone was awkward and sounded reluctant.

Yeyue stopped where he was and looked at her twice before leaving.

Watching the door close, Ning Ruochu took the envelope, opened it and looked through it.

"I haven't met my parents-in-law, but I have met my grandmother," she complained.

Luo Zhouheng's grandmother, Mrs. An, is still alive.

After being married for two years, Ning Ruochu had never met Luo Zhouheng's other relatives except for occasionally returning to the Luo family.

The soul in the cotton doll is silent.

……

Until the weekend, Ning Ruchu still hadn't fully adjusted her mood.

Butler Chen has hired a psychologist many times, but being rejected by the person who should be the closest to him is a hard feeling for anyone.

He was worried that Ning Ruchu hadn't eaten much in the past few days and might have health problems, so he suggested that Ran Yunqing go as well.

Ran Yunqing was horrified when he heard the news: How could a loser like me go to such an elegant place?

In order to be worthy of that place, she even sent a message to Ning Ruchu, asking if she could wear the clothes she gave her as compensation.

Ning Ruochu replied: [The servants don’t know what clothes I have, you won’t be discovered if you wear them.]

Ran Yunqing held the phone tightly and gritted his teeth.

It's not a good thing to be known too well by your friends.

……

In the past fifty years, the An family has had very few interactions with the outside world.

The clan members never attended any public events, and no dinners, dances, etc. were ever held.

If it weren't for the influence of the An family's government, others would have long forgotten the existence of such a big family.

This gallery is the first of its kind.

The An family has a very profound historical heritage, with countless famous paintings and antiques, and even many rare documents.

Countless wealthy and famous artists took great pains and even spent huge sums of money just to come and see it, but they only invited some internal staff and painters who had made contributions to Chinese painting.

Ning Ruchu belongs to the former.

It was Ran Yunqing's first time attending such a grand occasion. Her palms were sweaty. She carefully carried the expensive bag that Ning Ruchu had given her, and she would check her red-soled high heels every two steps.

She nodded slightly, the loneliness and fear still in her heart, her voice was timid but also a little tender: "I understand."

"When you are depressed, take a closer look at the things Zhou Heng left for you." Madam An reminded, "He must have left something behind."

Ning Ruochu responded in a muffled voice, but his thoughts went to the cotton doll.

"Your grandmother knows you well," she teased.

It was not easy to keep track of Luo Zhouheng's whereabouts, but she did it.

But there has never been any record related to the An family.

"She didn't just tell you that." Luo Zhouheng said calmly, "Not long after Grandpa passed away, she found me and left her cell phone number."

Mrs. An also said the same thing to him when she gave him the number.

(End of this chapter)