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

Chapter 94

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."

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.

She said to Ning Ruochu: "Madam, Madam Ye is the most powerful fortune teller in the Feng Shui family today. Her fortune telling is always accurate. I asked you to come here this time because I want to tell you a fortune."

Butler Ye stepped forward and made a "please" gesture.

"Ma'am, my old lady is waiting for you upstairs."

Ning Ruochu nodded.

As soon as I went upstairs, I could vaguely smell a light fragrance coming from inside. It was not as warm and strong as Western perfume, but rather the fresh and elegant style of ancient incense.

In the only room with an open door, an old woman wearing a slim-fitting cheongsam was sitting in front of the incense table.

Although she was approaching old age, she maintained a good figure. Her silver hair was neatly combed and tied up with a red coral hairpin, and she wore a string of excellent agate beads on her chest.

She held the jade incense spoon and gently stirred the incense in the glass incense burner.

Circle after circle, neither fast nor slow.

Both her temperament and dignified manners were the best Ning Ruchu had ever seen.

Old Madam Ye slowly raised her eyes and pointed to the position opposite.

"Ma'am, please sit down."

Ning Ruochu walked up to her, acting like a lady from a wealthy family, bowed slightly to her, and greeted her, "Old Madam."

This action made Old Madam Ye laugh.

The kind and deep laughter was very pleasant to hear, and along with the laughter came the fragrance of curling green smoke.

She smiled and said, "Madam, you don't have to be so respectful to me. Mr. Luo has done a favor to my Ye family. Since you are his wife, you are also the benefactor of my Ye family."

Ning Ruochu was stunned.

She hadn't expected this.

Madam Ye looked at the seat in front of her and said, "Please sit down first."

Ning Ruochu sat down opposite her with the cotton doll on her knees.

As soon as she came in, Old Madam Ye saw it and felt it was familiar. She couldn't help but ask: "This doll..."

Ning Ruochu was silent for a moment, his eyes dimmed: "I designed this based on Ah Heng's image."

The smoke from cigarettes blurred her features. Her dark almond-shaped eyes were slightly pink and misty, giving people a hazy feeling as if she was neither drunk nor intoxicated.

Her voice was hollow and a little broken.

It seems to be more fragile than the ethereal fragrant mist, and will be blown away by the wind with the slightest movement.

Old Madam Ye sighed deeply and consoled him, "Mr. Luo's news came too suddenly, and it was a big blow to everyone, but there is still a chance of a turnaround." "A chance of a turnaround?" Ning Ruochu raised her eyes that seemed to be shining with pearls and jade, "What do you mean?"

Madam Ye looked melancholy as she explained, "To be honest, when the news of Mr. Luo's death came out, I tried to get lucky and cast a divination for him, but the divination I got was that he would survive after a disaster."

She was puzzled: "I have been fortune-telling for fifty years and have never made a mistake. But this hexagram is really strange, and I can't figure out what it means."

Encounter death, and then rebirth...

……

The Luo family occupies a very large area. The entire mountain is the Luo family's territory. The surrounding winding mountain roads also belong to the Xie family, and outsiders are prohibited from passing through.

When driving along the highway, there are checkpoints set up at regular intervals.

Jian Taoyue pouted, "Why is it so troublesome to go up the mountain?"

In the back row, Xie Cixing looked out the window with a sidelong glance, a little dazed.

Hearing her complaints, Xie Cixing looked over.

"You won't understand the disputes between the families."

Jian Taoyue became even more impatient, "Can't it be the same as food, with only the difference between delicious and not delicious?"

After hearing this, Xie Cixing burst out laughing and looked at her with a smile through the rearview mirror.

"You are such a greedy little cat."

The whole manor was filled with a solemn and gloomy mood. Jian Taoyue didn't like it and frowned.

"If you don't want to go, you can wait for me here." Xie Cixing got out of the car with his long legs, came to her side, and whispered, "I put some snacks in the trunk."

Jian Taoyue's eyes suddenly lit up, the worry between her brows disappeared, and she excitedly went to open the trunk.

Xie Cixing laughed and shook his head: "She can be kidnapped just by giving her some snacks."

Fortunately, I met her, otherwise I would definitely...

With her status, she couldn't stand being bullied.

"Miss, your wounds haven't healed yet, so don't hold on any longer. Just pay your respects to Mr. Luo and go back."

Xie Cixing looked in the direction of the voice and saw Sheng Qianwei who had just got off the car with an umbrella held for her by the driver.

Today she is still wearing a new Chinese style dress, with a crescent pattern cut out on the chest of her black coat. The wind blows through the hem of her black skirt, with dark patterns flowing and golden light shining.

Xie Cixing raised his eyebrows, put one hand across his chest, bent the index finger of his other hand, placed it on his red lips, and smiled gently.

Interesting.

……

Sheng Qianwei had been away from China for three years, and when the people in the mourning hall saw her coming, they thought she was just there to mourn and didn't pay much attention to her.

You Yingying saw her and came over immediately.

"Miss Sheng, are you here to mourn Mr. Luo as well?"

The question, which was asked despite knowing the answer, attracted a few glances.

There was already talk around.

"Is that Sheng Qianwei? Mr. Luo's childhood sweetheart?"

"I heard that she was doing very well abroad, and even gave up the Avarosa Fashion Week after learning of Mr. Luo's death."

"Avarosa?! That's the fashion capital. Half of the world's famous designers gather there."

"Ms. Sheng is truly amazing for being able to start her own brand from scratch under such dire circumstances."

"Compared to her, the genuine Mrs. Luo is even more useless."

The discussion shifted from the initial discussion of Sheng Qianwei to the comparison between her and Ning Ruchu.

Hearing this, Sheng Qianwei curled the corners of her lips slightly, but quickly covered them up.

She gently stroked her face with her delicate hands, lowered her head and sobbed softly.

"I didn't get to see Zhou Heng for the last time, so I at least wanted to see him off."

You Yingying also covered her face and sighed, "Miss Sheng really has deep feelings for Mr. Luo."

Luo Leyao caught a glimpse of Sheng Qianwei and wondered, "Why is she here too?"

I turned my head and wanted to call Luo Yingzhe, but found that his eyes were closed and his body was shaking, obviously he had fallen asleep.

Luo Leyao was speechless. While complaining that her brother could fall asleep all the time, she secretly paid attention to Sheng Qianwei's movements.

After she finished her formalities, she stood in front of the spirit tablet and spoke softly with deep affection.

"Zhou Heng, I know you are dissatisfied with me, but... I really love you!"

Speaking of this, Sheng Qianwei burst into tears.

The crying did not subside over time and lasted for a long time.

There were many guests who came to pay their respects, but none of them stayed in front of the spirit tablet and cried for as long as she did.

"You're in my way."

Xie Cixing spoke coldly, and no emotion could be seen in his black and white eyes, neither happy nor angry.

Sheng Qianwei turned around and was shocked by the temperament and aura of the person who came. She quickly held back her tears and whispered, "I'm sorry."

She wiped her tears, her breathing was unstable and she had not yet recovered from the pain.

Xie Cixing squinted his eyes, not wanting to see her pretentious attitude, and just sarcastically said: "Standing here to guard Luo Zhouheng's body? You are not qualified!"

Sheng Qianwei grew up in a wealthy circle and had met countless noble young masters and young ladies, but she had no impression of the one in front of her.

But since he was invited, he must be some important person.

"Sorry." She bowed her head, apologized, and hurried away.

I happened to meet You Yingying.

Seeing Sheng Qianwei in tears, she looked worried: "Miss Sheng, are you okay?"

"It's okay." Sheng Qianwei shook her head, curled her lips, and said optimistically: "So many days have passed, I should accept the facts."

She lowered her eyes and said in a lonely voice: "It's just that there are too many regrets between us."

You Yingying: "If Mr. Luo had not been forced by the situation, you wouldn't have so many regrets."

With the status of the You family, they are still unable to reach the top circles, and they have no idea what is going on inside the Luo family.

The incident was such a big deal back then, and rumors were rife, that You Yingying was able to hear some of it.

Sheng Qianwei pursed her cherry lips, and her clasped hands were entangled tightly together and trembling.

"You still have the nerve to stay here?"

"Go back to your room and reflect on your actions immediately. Don't come out without my permission!"

Luo Leyao couldn't stop crying.

Her father's powerful roar echoed in her mind over and over again, completely shattering her already sensitive heart.

She stood there in a daze, not knowing what to do except cry.

But the old man of the Luo family wanted the right to organize the funeral out of selfish motives. He told the public who was the boss of the entire Luo family, and this has attracted many partners.

It would be difficult for the other two families to profit from it, and with Luo Leyao making such a fuss, it was even more impossible for their family.

Mrs. Luo San had a worried look on her face. If things continued like this, it would have a bad impact, so she called out to Luo Jingcheng.

"Help me get Le Yao into the room."

Seeing Luo Leyao being dragged away by two people, Master Luo San felt so embarrassed that he said angrily, "I will also deduct your pocket money for the past two months!"

(End of this chapter)