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

Chapter 96

Avarosa is a city in central Intelli and the place where Fremont Joyce lives.

Sheng Qianwei thanked him again, "Without your support, I wouldn't be able to get this far."

She paused, looked around, and continued: "It's impossible for me to come to An's gallery."

Jiang Lingxue tucked her hair and smiled shyly: "It's nothing."

The Jiang family is one of the top wealthy families in Beijing.

Jiang Lingxue, who grew up with a silver spoon in her mouth, was carefully nurtured since childhood and developed a strong artistic temperament, especially in the field of traditional Chinese painting.

He joined the Chinese Artists Association at a young age and has a great reputation.

She was directly invited to participate in this gallery exhibition.

Although they are both majoring in painting, Sheng Qianwei specializes in oil painting and was not among the invited guests. She came here to accompany Jiang Lingxue.

Jiang Lingxue looked around and whispered, "Many well-known people in the industry are here today. You can make more friends with them."

The An family has been established for hundreds of years, and their ancestors once served as important officials around the emperor. They have a rich family background and many famous paintings.

Moreover, the calligraphy and paintings are private collections and have never been exhibited to the public, attracting many famous Chinese painting and calligraphy masters.

"Lingxue." Someone called her not far away. It was her mentor, Master Wei Zhu.

Jiang Lingxue said apologetically: "Sorry, Qianwei, my instructor wants to take me to negotiate, you can go shopping by yourself first."

Sheng Qianwei nodded: "Well, go ahead, I can do it myself."

This was the first time that the An family had organized a public event. The gallery was not very large and one could see the end at a glance. There were not many paintings and calligraphy on display.

Therefore, after seeing the familiar figure, Sheng Qianwei's pupils suddenly contracted. She suspected that she was dazzled, and she could not convince herself that the person was Ning Ruchu.

As early as three years ago, when she was gossiping among her friends in the circle, she heard that the Ning family had found a real daughter.

At that time they didn't care and were just chatting casually.

Because the Ning family is just a medium-sized wealthy family in Beijing, they don’t take people from the top circles seriously at all.

Later, when he heard the rumors about Ning Ruchu, he just complained a few words and didn't take them to heart at all.

Two years ago, news suddenly came out that she and Luo Zhouheng were getting married, and Sheng Qianwei panicked.

Realizing that he could not let things go on, he sent people to investigate Ning Ruchu, but found out that she was just a country bumpkin. He felt even more upset and very unbalanced.

He was even so excited that he went to confront Luo Zhouheng in person, but ended up parting on bad terms.

After Luo Zhouheng passed away, Sheng Qianwei finally had the courage to return to China.

As long as Ning Ruchu holds the title of Mrs. Luo, she will be dissatisfied.

In her eyes, Ning Ruchu has always been a vase that depends on others and a good-for-nothing waste.

And now, not only has she inherited the entire Luo family, she has even established a cooperative relationship with the Dong family, the only family in China that can compete with the Luo family.

Sheng Qianwei originally didn't believe the rumors on the Internet. She was sure that Ning Ruchu didn't have that ability, until Dong Qingran personally said that she was her good friend.

This made Sheng Qianwei feel panic.

She took a deep breath, maintained a gentle and polite smile, and walked forward to greet him.

"I didn't expect Mrs. Luo to come too. The news a few days ago made me very worried about you." Sheng Qianwei looked worried and found it difficult to speak, "Are you... okay?"

When he saw her, Ran Yunqing was stunned. He took two steps away with disgust, lowered his eyes, and stared at her injured calf.

The long skirt covered the wound, and the hideous scar could not be seen.

Ran Yunqing looked at him with disdain and turned his head away.

Compared to her obvious dissatisfaction, Ning Ruchu was very natural.

She curled her lips stiffly, but her face looked bitter.

"Thank you for your concern, Miss Sheng. I'm fine."

Sheng Qianwei lowered her brows and said in relief: "So many things have happened during this period, you must be feeling bad. Zhou Heng and I have known each other since childhood. If you have time, Mrs. Luo, you can come and chat with me."

To Ning Ruchu, the words of comfort sounded more like showing off and asserting sovereignty.

It’s a pity that since they got married, the sovereignty has always been in her hands.

She shook her head. "Thank you for your kindness, Miss Sheng, but no thanks. Ah Heng just passed away and left everything to me. It's hard for me to have free time."

Behind me, there was a laugh, but it was immediately suppressed.

Ran Yunqing pursed her lips and tried to hold back her smile. No one knew Ning Ruchu's situation better than her.

Yesterday she gained some weight, so in order not to arouse suspicion, she was asked to have an acupuncture injection to reduce fat.

Sheng Qianwei was attracted and looked towards her.

She was curious from the beginning, and now she asked: "Excuse me, who is this..."

As far as she knew, Ning Ruchu didn't have many friends in the capital, and those self-righteous young men from wealthy families would feel disgusted when they heard her name.

Because she was not a lady from a wealthy family and she married into a good family.

Only Dong Qingran, who had just arrived and was unfamiliar with the place, would become friends with her.

"Qianwei." Jiang Lingxue stepped forward, her movements somewhat anxious, and frowned at Ning Ruochu, "Why are you with her?"

"I saw Madam Luo was here too, so I came over to say hello to her." Sheng Qianwei smiled softly and looked at Ning Ruchu again, "I'm surprised to meet Madam Luo here."

"Accident?" Jiang Lingxue couldn't help laughing out loud, her expression cold, "He just relied on the Luo family's reputation and reaped the benefits."

Everyone in the wealthy families knows that the Luo family and the An family have a close relationship.

Jiang Lingxue taunted: "Didn't she get everything she has thanks to Luo Zhouheng?"

"Madam Luo is really good at using the dead to gain fame." Her face darkened and her tone became heavier, full of sarcasm.

As a close friend of Sheng Qianwei, Jiang Lingxue naturally knew about the official warning regarding her Weibo post.

At first glance, I knew it was Ning Ruchu who was behind the scenes.

She would always pretend to be pitiful and cry a few times, and then people would come one after another to do things for her.

As a woman, what Jiang Lingxue can't stand the most is those dodders who have no ability at all, depend on men, and rely on deceiving others' feelings to climb up.

Sheng Qianwei held her hand and advised: "Lingxue, please stop talking. Madam Luo is actually having a hard time too."

Jiang Lingxue did not restrain herself, but became even more presumptuous: "No wonder your biological parents are displeased. They must have seen through your hypocritical face a long time ago."

Ning Ruochu lowered his head, a sinister look flashed across his eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

His tone was anxious, fearing that if he was a second late, the deal would fall through.

After a pause, he remembered something and added, "Yesterday's debt can also be written off."

Ran Yunqing hesitated again, her eyes flickered slightly, and she was at a loss.

From her words and actions yesterday, as well as her panic when she heard that she had to pay compensation, An Junxi knew that she was not a lady from a wealthy family.

Five hundred thousand is enough for an ordinary person to live a worry-free life.

An Junxi originally wanted to get some advantage, but seeing her reaction, it was hard to give in.

He once again offered a high price: "One million."

Ran Yunqing had never imagined such a high amount of money and was actually a little tempted.

"Miss, you have to think clearly. One million is not a small number." An Junxi advised, and even used honorifics, "Cash must mean more to you than a painting."

These words seemed to awaken Ran Yunqing.

A gleam of light flashed across her eyes. After a moment of stunned silence, she finally made up her mind and nodded.

Just as Master said, the person she cherishes is right beside her, so why should she cling to material things?
The painting was in her hands, and she had to be extra careful to avoid bumps and bumps, and she had to check it regularly, which made Ran Yunqing feel tired. What Ning Ruchu brought her was far more precious than a painting.

An Junxi came prepared and immediately wrote a check.

When submitting it, he still asked unwillingly: "I wonder if I can have a chance to chat with your junior sister."

Holding the huge check in his hand, Ran Yunqing was very nervous and said in a weak voice: "I will convey your wishes to her. If she agrees, it will be fine."

"Thank you very much." An Junxi smiled slightly, and his warm smile was like a gentle spring breeze, melting the coldness and bringing spring to the whole city.

Ran Yunqing was stunned.

She shook her head, lowered her eyes, and said shyly: "You're welcome."

There was a very light snort of laughter from above his head, and An Junxi said in a gentle voice: "You still have to go pick up A Ling, I'll let the housekeeper take you there."

The butler gestured and stepped forward: "Miss, please follow me."

They were just polite to her before, but when Ran Yunqing took out the painting, their attitude changed to admiration and they started to address her with honorifics.

……

Walking past the pavilions and towers one by one, we found a large artificial lake in the center of the garden, with a trestle bridge in the narrower part.

The butler took Ran Yunqing across the pier, came to the West Wing Villa, and stopped in front of a building.

When you go in, you will see the ancient architecture blended with modern technology without any sense of incongruity.

The butler stood just by the door, keeping a distance.

Ran Yunqing, who had already walked into the hall, was startled and quickly stepped back to stand with him.

Servants were constantly coming in and out of the room, and gifts of all sizes were piled up in the main hall.

Ran Yunqing stood there at a loss, holding the bag containing the check tightly in his hand.

The housekeeper called a servant and asked, "Is the Third Miss ready?"

The servant shook his head and said, "The young lady is still in the backyard. She told us to notify her when the person who came to pick her up has arrived."

The housekeeper frowned and said, "Go and inform the young lady that the people from the Luo family are here."

He turned around and explained, "My third daughter is obsessed with martial arts and has an impatient and reckless temper. When she arrives at the Luo family, please ask Madam to discipline her and don't show any mercy."

Ran Yunqing was startled: "Wu?"

She thought it was a dance, but when she heard the word "impatient and reckless", she realized it was different from what she had imagined.

The housekeeper was sweating coldly: "The third young lady... loves to design weapons."

He pointed to a large iron box and said, "What's in here are all the weapons designed by the Third Miss and made by someone else."

Ran Yunqing swallowed.

In just two days, she endured too much stimulation.

His feet staggered and he had to hold on to the door frame to keep his balance.

The housekeeper's voice continued: "And Miss Third must practice martial arts for at least three hours every day, otherwise she will feel uncomfortable all over. During the period when she is not in school, she must practice martial arts for at least ten hours."

Ran Qingyue:! !
Her eyes widened and her calves trembled with nervousness. For a moment, she didn't know whether she should be shocked that her new roommate was a martial arts genius, or be afraid that she would accidentally hurt herself.

"You mean, she is still in school?" Ran Yunqing asked tentatively.

The housekeeper nodded: "Yes, the third young lady is a sophomore in the Beijing Royal Academy."

"That's good." Ran Yunqing breathed a sigh of relief.

She had never been so happy that someone was still in school.

Then he felt something was wrong, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"You mean the No. 1 college in China whose graduates all entered the top 50 schools in the world?!"

The butler smiled: "That's right."

Ran Yunqing took a deep breath, his heart was shocked beyond words.

I heard that it is a real aristocratic school, the campus is converted from ancient buildings, and the tuition fee is hundreds of thousands per year!

Ning Ruochu chuckled and got out of the car.

Dong Qingran booked a private room, and the waiter at the door heard Ning Ruchu's name and took her over.

On the way, he was suddenly stopped by someone.

Ning Ruchu turned around and saw the "Evan couple" whom he had met before.

Or, should we call them Claude and Vina?

"The smoked salmon tastes too strong. My husband, as a true Afghan Free Federation man, doesn't like it."

Claude nodded at the waiter and glanced at Ning Ruchu behind her.

The waiter apologized sincerely, "I'm sorry, I'll ask the kitchen to make you another one right away."

……

In the box, Dong Qingran was already waiting.

There were footsteps at the door, and it was the waiter leading Ning Ruchu over.

Dong Qingran immediately stood up, stepped forward and grabbed her hand, and asked worriedly: "Sister Ning, are you okay?"

She didn't watch the news much. It was not until Davis Loffield said in the morning that something seemed to have happened to her new friend that Dong Qingran learned about the dispute between Ning Ruchu and the Ning family.

Ning Ruochu shook her head and said gently, "I'm fine."

This gentle and affectionate voice, like water, made Dong Qingran's heart soften, and she felt even more unwilling.

She was filled with anger, "The Ning family is really too much! They are your biological parents, how could they treat you like that?!"

Ning Ruochu patted her hands and his brows drooped.

"It's all in the past. I don't care anymore. After all, my life is already very good now. I don't dare to ask for anything more."

She gave a bitter smile, humble and helpless.

While feeling sorry for Ning Ruchu, Dong Qingran became even angrier.

She stood up for the injustice: "Those people in the Ning family are not worthy of you at all. You are ten thousand times better than them. They want to curry favor with you, but then drive you away. Who are they? Are they the puppet king who wants to depose the regent?"

"Oh, sorry, I said it wrong. The Ning family is of such high status that even the servants in the palace can order them to be killed!"

Ning Ruochu couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Ning Ruchu had deliberately gone to Miss Hill to curry her favor because of her identity, but now he found that she was so interesting, which made him glad for his decision.

"Okay, it's all over, let's eat first."

The two of them sat down and Dong Qingran called the waiter to take their order.

While waiting, she scrolled through her phone, glanced at it twice, and then threw it aside in annoyance.

"My fiancé, he asked about my whereabouts again."

Ning Ruochu's eyes were gentle, "Your fiancé is really worried about you."

"He just wants to control me." Dong Qingran felt very uncomfortable. "Since we came to China together, he has been trying to find out my whereabouts. Why doesn't he just send someone to follow me!"

Ning Ruchu smiled lightly and said nothing.

During this meal, Dong Qingran complained to her a lot about her fiancé.

Her Hill family and Davis's Loffield family belong to the same Oliverland Group.

(End of this chapter)