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

Chapter 77

Zhou Yun had a bad feeling, so she quickly grabbed her wrist and whispered, "Madam!"

Dong Zhaoyan raised an eyebrow, surprised by Ning Ruchu's reply, raised his chin towards her and said, "Go on."

Ning Ruchu broke free from Zhou Yun's restraints. She was usually too weak to handle heavy tasks, but at this moment she showed some tenacity.

She pursed her lips, a little embarrassed: "Although Ah Heng handed the consortium to me, I am not actually in charge. President Dong should also know that I am just a figurehead and do not actually have any power."

Everyone in the wealthy circle knows about these things.

"So?" Dong Zhaoyan listened to her continue with interest.

Zhou Yun still wanted to dissuade him, but seeing that President Dong was interested in this, she felt a little hopeful.

"Secretary Ling also told me your request, but I don't think you need to focus on me." Ning Ruochu's voice was weak, and it sounded like she didn't dare but had the courage to say it.

Dong Zhaoyan sneered: "Mrs. Luo thinks so?"

Public opinion arose because of Ning Ruchu, and all of Ling Chuan's actions were to protect Ning Ruchu's position.

And what's the difference between her words and saying that their efforts are misplaced?
"Actually, I don't want this family fortune. Now that Ah Heng is dead, I don't have any more wishes." Ning Ruochu spoke more and more humbly. "Although the public opinion is unpleasant, it is also true. I really shouldn't be sitting in this position. But..."

She paused, raised her eyes, and her gaze was more determined than ever before.

"Ah Heng entrusted his inheritance to me with confidence. Even if I am laughed at by everyone, I will try my best to take on all of this. My reputation is not important. What is important is to protect Ah Heng's hard work."

Hearing these words, Dong Zhaoyan's pupils flickered slightly and he was somewhat moved.

"Mrs. Luo is very self-aware, and her self-sacrificing attitude is admirable." She smiled.

A glimmer of hope suddenly flashed in Ning Ruochu's eyes.

"It's a pity that your sacrifice can't get you anything." Dong Zhaoyan's words were cold, like a basin of cold water poured down, extinguishing the light in Ning Ruchu's eyes.

She changed the subject and said, "But you are right about one thing. The future of the Luo family cannot rely on you."

"I'll arrange another time to talk to your secretary."

Ning Ruochu's eyes suddenly widened, and she seemed very surprised. She thanked him happily: "Thank you, Mr. Dong, for giving us the opportunity."

……

Zhou Yun didn't react until Dong Zhaoyan took Dong Qingran away.

She turned her eyes to Ning Ruchu and said, "Madam, what you just said was really unexpected."

Normally, in order to gain cooperation, everyone will try their best to show their best side and prove that they are capable of doing the job.

However, Ning Ruochu acted contrary to his usual behavior and responded frankly that he could not do these things, which had an unexpected effect.

Luo Zhouheng also commented: "Instead of desperately trying to reach a height that is difficult for you to reach, it is better to be honest with the other party about your shortcomings and say no appropriately."

He paused and smiled softly: "On the contrary, sincere partners are easy to convince people and can gain the favor of business people."

As a businessman, honesty and integrity are important.

Ning Ruochu's frankness just now made Dong Zhaoyan feel more at ease with her.

If you show a little bit of your edge, you will be suspected, which will have the opposite effect.

The trust of business partners is very important in the business world.

Ning Ruchu doesn't quite understand the rules of the business world, but she understands human nature.

Hearing Luo Zhouheng's praise, a sincere smile appeared on the corners of her lips.

"Thank you for the compliment, husband~"

The voice in his consciousness was so sweet that it passed through his brain.

Luo Zhouheng's empty body trembled violently, somewhat unbearable, and his empty heart was constantly agitated.

"Mrs. Luo!" A familiar voice, very soft, with a hint of anxiety.

Ning Ruchu rolled her eyes imperceptibly, controlled her expression and turned away.

Sheng Qianwei looked at her nervously, "Are you okay?"

Ning Ruchu found his concerned look funny.

Sheng Qianwei didn't know this, she let out a long sigh of relief, her eyebrows drooping and slightly relaxing.

"Lingxue suffered some setbacks at the gallery last time, and she said she would come to see you. I was a little worried and followed her in a hurry. I'm glad you're okay."

His pretending to be worried made people feel disgusted, but Ning Ruchu still had to cooperate.

She pursed her red lips and said, "Miss Jiang hates me, and I can understand that."

Sheng Qianwei stroked her arm and comforted her: "Lingxue has always been proud, so it's inevitable that she can't stand the gallery's affairs."

Now that it had finally come, she found it a little too much to bear.

Yeyue adjusted his mood, the frustration and loss in his eyes were covered up by coldness, and he looked at Ning Ruchu who turned on his cell phone.

"Lingxin Hall has a special function, and there are instructions in the secretary Lingchuan gave you. The master considers your poor health and allows you to bring a Lingxin Hall doctor with you, but the identity of the founder must not be revealed."

Even they only knew about Luo Zhouheng's identity when they saw the documents attached to the will.

This is a secret known only to him and the head of Lingxin Hall.

"I see."

Ning Ruchu's voice was weak and her fingertips felt a little weak when pressing the keys. Five seconds passed before she finally got through.

The moment the call was connected, an old voice was heard, greeting me in a joyful and familiar tone: "Little disciple, you finally called me!"

Qiao Weisong was very excited.

When he heard the news of Luo Zhouheng's death, he looked forward to receiving a call from his little apprentice whom he hadn't seen for several years.

When he heard that she was getting married, Qiao Weisong was happy.

But Ning Ruchu was unwilling to reveal her identity, which meant that she could never come back. Qiao Weisong was heartbroken and cursed Luo Zhouheng eight hundred times overnight.

Now that Luo Zhouheng is dead, he can contact his little disciple openly.

The corners of Qiao Weisong's mouth rose unconsciously.

Ran Yunqing happened to be standing next to him, and seeing his silly smile, he was speechless: "It's just a phone call, is that a big deal?"

Qiao Weisong glanced at her and said, "This is your junior sister's phone number."

"I know." Ran Yunqing looked proud, "We just passed it two days ago."

Qiao Weisong: “…”

Damn, I was shown off.

He was so angry that he immediately asked, "Little disciple, have you forgotten about this old man like me?"

The words from the other end came clearly, Ning Ruochu's eyes flashed with helplessness, and her voice was soft, with obvious timidity and helplessness.

"Excuse me, are you the head of Lingxin Hall?"

Qiao Weisong was stunned for a moment, then he angrily said: “You even can’t hear your master’s voice… Ugh!!”

Ran Yunqing quickly covered his mouth and reminded him: "Luo Zhouheng is just dead, it doesn't mean his influence has disappeared."

Only then did Qiao Weisong realize that his little apprentice was still in the wolf's den.

He remained calm and patted Ran Yunqing's hand.

Before he could escape from the shackles, Ning Ruochu's voice came again: "Um, someone here has been stung by a Liberica black fat-tailed scorpion. Can you send a doctor over?"

The panic-stricken words did not arouse Yeyue's suspicion.

Qiao Weisong's eyes lit up.

Isn't the chance to visit my little apprentice here?
Yeyue leaned over and spoke the phone to Ning Ruchu's ear.

"At the same time, the doctor will also be responsible for taking care of the lady. Please choose the best one."

A basin of cold water poured over her head. In the two years since she got married, Ning Ruchu knew about no less than ten car accidents.

On two occasions, she suffered greatly from it, and it was no wonder that the driver refused to do it.

It is not easy for Luo Zhouheng to live till now.

Ling Chuan still has to deal with company affairs, so Ye Yue and Ning Ruo Chu go with him.

In a private parking lot, the elevator door opened and a muscular man suddenly came into view.

He was over 1.80 meters tall, wearing simple black clothes and black pants, and his skin was a healthy bronze color.

Thin clothes cannot hide his powerful and explosive muscles.

The man obviously recognized Yeyue. He nodded slightly at her and turned sideways to lead the two of them towards the car.

Yeyue's indifferent voice seemed even colder in the empty parking lot, as if snow had suddenly fallen.

"He doesn't understand Chinese."

Ning Ruochu looked up and asked, "Then how do I communicate with him?"

"His duties are to escort and protect. There is no need to communicate with him." Ye Yue paused, "If you have any instructions, let me convey them."

Ning Ruochu smiled and said, "Thank you."

He lowered his eyes, and his gentle and calm pupils quickly sank, as deep and mysterious as an ancient pond.

It is protection, but also surveillance.

This driver does not belong to any force under Luo Zhouheng's name.

They didn't want her to associate with other people.

From a pile of messy items, Ning Ruchu took out a crystal ball and placed it on the bed.

Madam Ye was right, Luo Zhouheng's health was of utmost importance.

On the day of the accident, I was too tired and afraid that someone would suddenly break in, so I hastily collected these things.

My physical condition has improved a lot in the past few days, so maybe I can give it a try.

Thinking of this, Ning Ruchu covered the crystal ball with his hand, his breathing slowed down, his mind emptied, he closed his eyes, and tried his best to recall Luo Zhouheng's face in his mind.

In a moment, the same scene was projected into the crystal ball.

She opened her eyes as if she had realized something. In the crystal ball, the man's skin was cold and pale, and his thin lips were bloodless, revealing his sickness.

His eyes were closed and his face looked peaceful.

The scene zoomed in, the man's face became a little blurry, even distorted, and the picture became dim.

But through the reflected light and the refraction of light, one could tell that he was frozen in a block of ice, with occasional small fish swimming by.

Luo Zhouheng, who was watching all this quietly, felt his soul shaken like never before.

How did she do it?
In Western mythology, only witches can use magic. How could a mortal like Ning Ruochu possibly master it?!

Could it be that she was the one who caused him to be trapped here?

Luo Zhouheng didn't dare to think about it at all.

These things were really too absurd, but the facts were before him and he had to admit that Ning Ruchu definitely had extraordinary abilities!
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 she had escaped from something that was eating away at her, Ning Ruchu's complexion gradually became rosy, and her energy and spirit were slowly recovering.

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.

However, Luo Zhouheng's heart was in turmoil.

How could he appear so calm if he wasn't trapped and unable to react?

Listening to Ning Ruchu's even breathing, he gradually calmed down.

It is true that she has some extraordinary abilities, but judging from her reaction, Ning Ruchu did not know that he was trapped in the doll.

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

Luo Zhouheng didn't dare to think about it.

……

Ning Ruchu slept until noon the next day.

The people in the villa knew that she was weak and needed sleep to relieve her body's needs, so they didn't disturb her.

Just after seeing that she woke up, I went to prepare meal.

Ning Ruochu was still a little sleepy.

Downstairs, Yeyue stood quietly beside the stairs, his straight figure looking strong and reliable.

Hearing the noise, she raised her head slightly and handed over the thing in her hand.

"The eldest wife sent an invitation letter early in the morning to attend the funeral of the gentleman."

In this way, Ning Ruchu, the legal wife, seemed to have become an outsider.

She took it, glanced at it quickly, and said, "The day after tomorrow."

It seems that it is not the first batch received.

Ning Ruochu smiled, still looking gentle and considerate, and said with regret: "Ah Heng's funeral is very important, and I don't understand the procedures, so I can only leave it to my aunt."

Yeyue frowned, looking very unhappy.

But she shouldn't ask about these things.

"Shut up!" Ning Xiangchen scolded in a low voice, warning: "That Miss Dong's family is one of the partner families of the Oliveland Consortium, the most powerful consortium in the whole of Amelia."

In the whole of China, only the Luo family, the Dong family, and a very few other large families can compete with them.

"Not to mention, they have also gained political support. Even consortiums with greater influence than them dare not easily provoke them."

Madam Ning held Ning Tinglian's hand, patted it gently, and comforted her: "Xiao Lian, I really wronged you this time, but we really don't dare to provoke Miss Dong."

They had to act humble whenever they met, but the Luo family could easily invite them.

Ning Tinglian clenched her fists, and the depression in her heart grew wildly.

……

On the other side, Ling Chuan took Ning Ruchu to the inner courtyard.

"Hello, are you Mrs. Luo?" A foreign face in formal attire blocked the way.

Ning Ruochu raised her eyes slightly, and the other party began to introduce himself: "Hello, my name is Evan, and this is my wife, Jennifer."

The woman next to her walked forward. She was a familiar Chinese face.

"We are deeply sorry for Mr. Luo's accident. Everyone knows that he was a great man. Now that he has passed away, my wife and I are very sad."

Ling Chuan was standing by, helping Ning Ruchu translate word by word.

The tears that had not yet faded from my eyes suddenly overflowed.

"Ah Heng did make outstanding contributions, but it's a pity...he died young!"

Ning Ruochu couldn't hold it in anymore, his breathing became disordered, and he almost laughed out loud.

She adjusted herself quickly, her eyelashes fluttering, and a tear fell.

Evan was surprised by her reaction, but he didn't show any abnormality. He turned his head to look at the lady next to him and said, "We are hardly surprised by this."

Jennifer closed her eyes, her face heavy with sorrow, and nodded.

(End of this chapter)