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

Chapter 82

His head hit the armrest of the sofa with a dull thud.

Butler Chen's expression froze, and he quickly ordered the servants: "Contact the doctor quickly and send Miss Sheng to the guest room!"

The master has just left, and nothing bad must happen in the villa.

The person was carried away, and the dirty stain on the sofa was revealed.

Butler Chen glanced at it with disdain and said, "Throw away this sofa, check the price, and report the compensation items to the Sheng family."

There was such a big commotion downstairs that Yeyue came down.

She came to Ning Ruochu, bowed slightly, and said with a slightly apologetic tone: "I just contacted someone to confirm the scorpion species, and it took some time to retrieve the relevant files and research."

As she spoke, the special personnel had already captured the poisonous scorpion and came to report to her.

"Commander Night."

Yeyue took the glass jar containing the scorpion, and the poisonous scorpion hit the wall of the jar violently with its claws.

She half-closed her almond-shaped eyes and looked at him carefully.

The whole body is as black as ink, with a metallic luster.

The tail is thick, with slightly sparse bristles, a smooth and regular ball at the end, and a hooked stinger at the tip that flashes a cold light.

This is the Liberia black fat-tailed scorpion, a species unique to Liberia.

It is the hottest continent in the world, with more than 30 percent of its area covered by desert.

Natural enemies are strong and food resources are scarce.

Growing in such a complex, dangerous and highly competitive environment, the Liberian fat-tailed scorpion has evolved extremely strong toxicity, ranking third in the world.

They are ferocious and very aggressive, and are a very dangerous species.

The one Ning Ruchu had was a test subject eliminated from the research institute and its toxicity was greatly reduced.

Ning Ruochu stood up, her figure a little shaky, her thin lips tightly pursed, her pair of broken almond eyes were stained with watery light, and emotions of worry and fear overflowed from her eyes.

She grabbed Yeyue's arm, her voice timid and weak, with a noticeable tremor.

"Commander Yeyue, Miss Sheng..."

Before he finished speaking, Ning Ruochu panicked, tears of panic falling, and spoke incoherently: "I... I didn't mean to do it, and I didn't expect it to come here..."

She held on too tightly, causing Yeyue to frown.

He pushed Ning Ruchu's hand away, still with his usual cold and indifferent demeanor, but the words he said were comforting: "Don't worry, Madam, she won't die."

It's just a loss of consciousness.

"But scorpion venom is indeed difficult to treat. Just in case, Madam, it would be better for you to contact the doctors at Ling Xin Tang. They are quite knowledgeable about scorpion venom."

Scorpion is the first of the five traditional poisons, and scorpion venom can damage the human central nervous system and cell regeneration function.

Once poisoned, it is difficult to excrete it from the body for life.

Hearing that there was a chance of improvement, Ning Ruochu's tearful eyes instantly sparkled with light, and she nodded repeatedly: "Okay, what should we do?"

Yeyue asked Butler Chen to clean up the mess and took Ning Ruchu to Luo Zhouheng's study.

She walked over to the desk, opened the bottom drawer on the right, took out the useless documents, and tapped her thumb on the innermost part.

Suddenly, a laser flashed on the empty golden nanmu wood, scanning her fingerprint, and a secret compartment popped out.

It is an old-fashioned dark black keypad phone with sophisticated technology and very special materials.

I don’t know if it’s because the space is too cramped or for some other reason, but the colors radiate outwards, swallowing up the light, leaving only thick black.

Yeyue picked it up, walked to Ning Ruchu and handed it to her.

The sparkling white fingertips were blurred, as if covered by a layer of dark mist, and the original color could no longer be seen.

The special coating above was developed last year by the World's Highest Science and Technology Research Institute. It can shield all electromagnetic pulses and signal interference.

"This is a tool that the master left for you to communicate with the head of the Lingxin Hall." Yeyue said, "There is a scanner on the top. It can only be turned on with your fingerprint. The only number is the head of the Lingxin Hall, Qiao Weisong."

She was by Luo Zhouheng's side when he made his will.

There were only two people in the room, so he entrusted Ning Ruchu to Yeyue and set her fingerprint in the secret compartment.

Thinking of the past, Yeyue felt a pang of bitterness in his heart.

Luo Zhouheng was the most visionary leader she had ever met, and she knew this moment would come sooner or later.

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."

Haven’t we found a lot of doctors to treat Ning Ruchu in the past two years?

Why are you asking me?

"Ma'am, she..."

Ran Yunqing's voice suddenly stopped.

Ling Chuan was instantly anxious: "What happened to Madam? Is she suffering from an incurable disease?!"

Ning Ruochu: “…”

Ran Yunqing: “…”

I am not afraid of Western medicine smiling, but I am afraid of Chinese medicine looking down on people.

She had only hurriedly stuffed two pieces of pastry into her mouth before Ling Chuan came in, and before she had even swallowed them, she had already made him so excited.

"It's not that serious." Ran Yunqing explained, "Madam is weak and frail. It has been a long-term condition and it is difficult to treat."

Seeing that Ling Chuan was about to have another attack, she hurriedly said, "But as a disciple of the head of Lingxin Hall, I have my own way of dealing with this. Madam has insisted on taking medicinal food in the past few years, and her qi and blood have recovered a little, but if she wants to truly recover, I need to use acupuncture, moxibustion, medicine and other treatments to be effective."

Ling Chuan was relieved: "Thank you, Doctor Ran."

He held out his hand, gesturing "please".

"My wife and I have something to discuss. Doctor Ran, please step aside."

The head of Lingxin Hall is a leading figure in the field of traditional Chinese medicine, and his disciples are naturally respected.

Staring at the office door closing, Ling Chuan turned around, leaned down beside Ning Ruochu, and lowered his voice: "Madam, Madam Ye said a few days ago that she wanted to see you, but I saw that you were not in a good state and had been through so many things, so I declined."

Ye is not a rare surname.

But from her current identity and the respectful tone Ling Chuan used when he mentioned the old lady, Ning Ruchu could roughly guess who she was.

He raised his eyes, with some surprise in them.

"Ah Heng, does he have a good relationship with that old lady Ye?"

Lingchuan is not in a position to reveal too much.

The more you know, the more dangerous the situation becomes.

Ning Ruchu saw that he was silent and didn't ask any more questions.

He just made a silent note in his heart that he would investigate the relationship between Luo Zhouheng and the Ye family.

"The newly hired driver for you is already on standby downstairs." Ling Chuan straightened up.

Ning Ruochu was puzzled: "Why do you want to hire a new one? What about the previous driver?"

Ling Chuan smiled slightly: "Three of them were injured, two won the lottery and resigned, and one returned home to retire."

Ning Ruochu: ...These six guys are really cool.

"This is a very normal situation. Your new driver is an honorably retired member of the Yashengde Royal Navy." Ling Chuan's lips curled slightly, "Accidents are inevitable, and he can protect you better."

Ning Ruchu had known about no less than ten car accidents in the two years since she got married.

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

It's not easy for Luo Zhouheng to survive until 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.

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.

Surrounded by mist, the almond-shaped eyes look even more lively.

It was like a misty rain falling in the south of the Yangtze River, washing away the dust and bringing beauty; it was also like the misty rain filling the entire city, and everything came for her.

Dong Qingran was stunned for two seconds before continuing: "You must be tough when teaching servants a lesson, otherwise they won't listen to you."

His tone suddenly slowed down, and his eyes looked at Ning Ruchu obsessively, without coming back to his senses for a long time.

Ning Ruchu placed her rose-petal-like lips on the teacup, took a sip, and raised her head: "Miss Dong's words make sense. I will follow my aunt's advice."

Dong Qingran was shocked: "Aren't you in charge of this place?"

Isn’t she the wife of the head of the Luo family?

Ning Ruochu shook her head and explained: "Ah Heng and I don't live here. Everything is taken care of by my aunt."

Since she is not in charge, Dong Qingran doesn't need to worry about it.

"Then Mr. Luo still wants to discuss cooperation with my mother, don't even think about it!"

She stood up suddenly and walked out.

Butler Dong hurriedly chased after her, "Young lady, where are you?"

"Find my mother, and don't cooperate with him!"

Ning Ruochu raised an eyebrow.

She really didn't expect this direction.

There was a sly light in his eyes, and he picked up the teacup and took a sip.

This Miss Dong is really a person of genuine character.

Ning Ruochu also put down the teacup and was about to leave.

Zhou Yun was a little worried: "Madam, won't you take a rest for a while?"

Ning Ruochu waved her hand and refused, "Today is Ah Heng's funeral, and I can't just sit there and rest."

Zhou Yun opened and closed her lips, wanting to say something.

Ning Ruochu raised her eyes, saw her expression, and asked, "Secretary Zhou, do you have anything to say?"

After hesitating for a while, Zhou Yun couldn't bear it anymore and gently reminded her: "Madam, the gentleman has been dead for a week."

"I know." Ning Ruochu covered her eyes.

"According to the Chinese funeral process, this is very unreasonable."

Zhou Yun wanted to wake Ning Ruchu up, but she was just an incompetent country girl who could not consider many things, so she said directly: "You handed over the funeral of Mr. Luo to the eldest house of the Luo family, but it took so long, which gave them an opportunity.

Not only do they want to use the funeral to get to know more people, they also want to use it to prove that they control the entire Luo family."

Zhou Yun's words became more and more urgent, but Ning Ruchu seemed not to care at all and did not react at all.

She knew she couldn't convince someone whose thoughts were different from hers, and the little hope she had left was completely gone, so she dropped the topic: "Let's go back."

……

Back at the mourning hall, Sheng Qianwei was surrounded by many people.

She lowered her head and wiped her face, feeling extremely sad.

Ning Ruchu looked around and saw that there were only a few people who had the final say. They must have been taken away by the Luo family for private talks.

There were only some youngsters making noise at the scene.

Without the supervision of an adult, Luo Leyao stopped kneeling and tugged at her linen clothes in disgust.

They are of the same generation as Luo Zhouheng, so there is no need for them to keep vigil for him.

But Luo's uncle insisted that they should wear mourning clothes and kneel in front of the mourning hall.

What’s even more infuriating is that Dad actually agreed!
Luo Leyao was furious, so when she saw Ning Ruochu coming back, she immediately went up to him and asked, "Ning Ruochu! Not only did you not help with Third Brother's funeral, but you also disappeared the entire time. What's the meaning of that?"

(End of this chapter)