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

Chapter 79

Ning Ruochu was secretly dissatisfied.

The butler's face turned cold, and the little bit of goodwill that had finally arisen disappeared in an instant.

"I have recovered a little, all thanks to Mrs. Luo."

There was a bone-chilling coldness in his voice, and he emphasized the second half of the sentence, with the anger and dissatisfaction in his tone not concealed at all.

Ning Ruochu blinked and turned her head. Her eyes were misty and her lips were parted, as if she wanted to say something.

"I……"

The housekeeper ignored her and opened the door of the villa.

What she was about to say was blown away by the lively atmosphere inside, and Ning Ruchu heard the sound of piano.

She walked in and found that the huge living room had been divided into a separate room with a glass window, where a piano was placed, and it was turned into Ning Tinglian's piano room.

I still remember when I first came here, there was nothing here.

There is a dedicated piano room upstairs, which is warmly decorated.

Ning Ruochu took a look from afar. The main color was light pink, and elegant and bright lotus flowers decorated it.

The elements that would look old-fashioned and cheap if not handled with care are integrated very well, exuding a sense of luxury, which perfectly suits the image of a pampered young lady.

Not long after she came back, Ning Tinglian installed a new piano near the glass door leading to the backyard in the living room, on the grounds that the space was closed and she would feel depressed when practicing the piano.

There was only a glass door blocking the way to the outside world, and outside there was lush greenery and clusters of flowers, which really helped with her condition.

In order not to disturb her, her parents demolished a wall and installed a back door.

Whenever Ning Ruchu thought of this, he felt it was ironic.

Her parents will unconditionally meet Ning Tinglian's needs, and the longer she stays here, the smaller the space becomes.

First it was the attic, and then he threatened to kick her out of the house.

The conflict had reached a point where it could no longer be reconciled, thanks to the appearance of Luo Zhouheng.

By this calculation, he could be considered her benefactor.

Ning Ruochu's eyes flickered slightly, and the housekeeper next to her was still reminding: "Madam is accompanying Miss to practice the piano, and the chairman has not returned yet. Please go to the restaurant and wait first."

Their own daughter was the first one to return home after getting married, but they ignored her.

No wonder Luo Zhouheng didn't allow her to come back.

She thought the man had a strong possessiveness, but...

A servant came over, looked up and carefully examined Ning Ruchu, then quickly lowered his head and gave her instructions.

"Mrs. Luo, please come here."

Walking inside, Ning Ruchu glanced at the mother and daughter in the glass house.

Mrs. Ning sat next to Ning Tinglian, looking at her daughter with a gentle smile, her face overflowing with pride and honor.

After just one glance, Ning Ruchu quickly looked away.

The soundproofing effect of the glass room is not very good. Ning Tinglian, who suffers from moderate anxiety and must remain quiet when practicing the piano, insists on practicing the piano there.

What you think is revealed without you saying it.

This made the servants who were preparing dinner afraid to speak loudly.

Ning Ruchu sat obediently at the bottom of the restaurant. The servant said "please wait a moment" to her and went back to work.

I heard that Ning Tinglian was alone in the dark living room in the middle of the night and was frightened to the point of insanity.

Ning Ruchu happened to have nothing to do, so he looked through the surveillance footage.

The treatment she is experiencing now seems familiar.

She was bored and looked through her phone, and found a little red dot on WeChat.

Not many people have her contact information.

Ning Ruochu clicked on it and saw a contact addition message with three words "Xie Cixing" written on it.

She raised an eyebrow, agreed to add him as a friend, and ignored him.

Two minutes later, the other party sent a message: [Sister-in-law, why don’t you leave me a contact number? ]

Ning Ruochu replied calmly: [It is not easy for Mr. Xie to find a woman's contact information, right? ]

【I have no interest in widows.】

Xie Cixing emphasized again and again.

[Whether it's a girl in a club or a rich lady, they will take the initiative to give me their contact information. You are the only woman I took the initiative to check. ]

Ning Ruochu added a sneering emoticon.

【It's an honor for me. 】

[It’s not easy to get your WeChat.] Xie Cixing complained, [Yeyue still refuses to give in, but I have a wide network of contacts.]

[Oh~ Mr. Xie is very charming, but it seems his skills are a little lacking. ]

After hearing this, Xie Cixing was stunned for two seconds before he understood what she meant.

Very surprised.

[You act like this in front of Luo Zhouheng as well? ]

Ning Ruochu: [No, he is impotent.]

Xie Cixing: [……]

Ning Ruochu raised the corners of his lips slightly, revealing a sly smile: [As his good brother, it seems that you know him better than I do. ]

Xie Cixing: [………]

Xie Cixing, who was always frivolous and fond of joking, felt provoked for the first time.

He tried to defend himself: "That's his problem, it has nothing to do with me."

Ning Ruochu asked, "Did I say anything?"

There was a long silence on the other side.

Xie Cixing was holding his breath, but he didn't know where to vent.

It happened that Jian Taoyue had just finished taking a shower and ran out wearing a suspender pajamas.

Xie Cixing was startled. This girl came to him and bent down to pour him a glass of water.

The scent of the fragrance permeated her nostrils, carrying with it her unique sweet body odor.

Xie Cixing pursed his lips tightly.

Jian Taoyue put the cup down, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of his encouraging and patient expression, and asked: "What's wrong with you?"

Xie Cixing said stubbornly: "No."

Jian Taoyue frowned, obviously not believing it.

"Are you constipated? You have a toilet in your bedroom, why do you have to wait until I finish my shower?"

Xie Cixing was silent again.

A pair of large hands covered his eyes, slid down his face, and he forced a fairly friendly smile.

"Xiao Taozi, take a bath and go to bed quickly, dear~"

He urged Jian Taoyue in a tone like coaxing a child.

As if affected by these words, Jian Taoyue felt sleepy and yawned, but she was still worried about Xie Cixing.

"If you want to go to the bathroom, go ahead. I won't stop you."

Xie Cixing: “…”

He looked at Jian Taoyue's back as she returned to her room, and was in a trance for a moment.

After realizing what was happening, Xie Cixing lowered his head, pinched his brows with two fingers, and reflected deeply.

His eyes returned to his phone, and he suddenly remembered why he wanted to find Ning Ruchu's contact information, so he sent another message.

"Hmm." Ning Ruochu nodded. Luo Zhouheng felt like he was in a dream.

The cold and wandering soul becomes even more ethereal.

After a moment of trance, his voice sank: "Who are you?"

Ning Ruchu looked over and lightly touched the cotton doll's forehead with her fingertips.

"Of course it's your wife, idiot~"

The lightly rising tail note makes the soul inside feel very uncomfortable.

After teasing Luo Zhouheng, Ning Ruchu was in a good mood and even ate with much more joy.

A cheerful hum came to his ears, and Luo Zhouheng glanced at Ning Ruchu, feeling very complicated.

Ning Ruchu, who usually took him with him wherever he went, just left him in the car today.

The conflict between her and her family had long reached an irreconcilable point, and it was only because of Luo Zhouheng's intervention that this false family affection could be barely maintained.

The Ning family is very concerned.

More importantly, he felt no guilt towards Ning Ruchu.

Therefore, when she got married, Luo Zhouheng explained to her that she could travel domestically or abroad, or go back to Nancheng to visit her adoptive parents, but she could not go back to the Ning family.

At that time, in his heart, Ning Ruchu was still a simple-minded child who was easily exploited.

At the same time, he felt guilty for easily deciding her lifelong affairs.

But now, seeing her true face, Luo Zhouheng felt that all his previous guilt had been wasted.

It is impossible for such a smart woman with such a great background to marry him easily.

……

I was watching a cartoon with great interest when my computer screen suddenly went black.

Ning Ruochu's eyes and eyebrows were filled with restlessness. He put down his chopsticks, leaned back, and draped one arm loosely on the back of the chair, looking carefree and casual.

Two seconds later, the computer suddenly moved.

The man on the screen had an unkempt face, a thick beard, and thick curly hair, exuding his unique tough guy aura.

"An Ruili, do you miss me?" the man teased.

The cotton doll next to the computer was startled when it heard the voice.

He wanted to see who the other person was, but he couldn't move, and the aura around him suddenly turned cold.

Ning Ruchu ignored the sudden chilly aura emanating from the cotton doll and glanced at the time in the lower right corner of the computer. It was almost half past ten.

The time difference between Amelia and China is nearly twelve hours.

She responded in the same tone: "Baby Bear finally went to bed on time after listening to his mother's lullaby?"

The man raised an eyebrow, "You know I wrote a suicide letter four years ago, running away from my alcoholic mother who brought a different man home every day."

"I know." Ning Ruochu straightened up, her chest curvature proudly, "I mean the mother who breastfed you."

The powerful laughter was mixed with subtle electric currents, making it sound even more magnetic.

Luo Zhouheng had a gloomy face and stared at Ning Ruchu who was sitting in an unruly posture.

Where did she learn these words?!
"No, I just haven't slept yet." The man was depressed, "Besides, I just broke up."

"That woman must have saved the world." Ning Ruochu said casually.

The man didn't want to talk about these sad things, so he went straight to the point: "Roger announced his retirement from the game. I don't know if you have read the news."

Ning Ruochu: "No."

The man explained to her: "Roger said that the competition can't satisfy him, and he wants to pursue a higher world."

"What? Is he going to ascend to participate in the Angel Flying Competition?" Ning Ruochu was not interested and picked up the chopsticks to continue eating.

"No." The man looked at her steadily, "He wants to pursue you."

"I'm married." Ning Ruchu raised her eyes and saw the man's determined eyes, and realized that he was not joking.

She raised an eyebrow, her expression instantly serious.

"How much did he give you?"

"30,000 dollars for your email address."

Ning Ruochu complained: "You are so poor."

"Wait, you mean, I lost money?" the man asked in panic.

"Mrs. Luo, I want to talk to you inside." 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 on top of 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 cousin-in-law."

"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 he had a regular position in the An family's government, 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.

"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.

An Junxi suddenly realized: "You mean, Luo Zhouheng's death is just an illusion."

"The news about the plane crash is indeed true, but who can guarantee that Luo Zhouheng was really on that plane?"

The bodies of the crew members were salvaged one after another, but there was no trace of Luo Zhouheng's body and no relics were found.

Madam An stared, "But Ning Ruchu does need more attention. Apart from Luo Zhouheng's secretary, I'm afraid no one in the Luo family supports her. It's surprising that she can still live until now."

"Now that you put it that way, I feel like there's something really wrong with her." Old Madam An realized belatedly.

(End of this chapter)