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

Chapter 1: Husband dies, Canary inherits the estate
[Headline News]: At about 22:18 tonight, a private plane lost contact and crashed over the Pacific Ocean on its return trip. It has been confirmed that the plane belongs to the Luo Group, and there were three passengers and nine crew members on board, including Luo Zhouheng, the helmsman of the Luo Group...

As soon as this news was released, it topped the hot searches and the popularity remained high.

Ning Ruochu stared at the screen of his mobile phone, his eyes and eyebrows showing fatigue, the corners of his lips were extremely pale, his five fingers were slightly curled up and clenched, his pink fingertips turned cold and white, and his hands were shaking slightly because he was exerting too much force.

She tried her best to suppress the excitement in her heart, glanced at the messy items on the table, put them away one by one and hid them under the bed.

Half an hour later, Ling Chuan came over in a hurry and woke her up rudely without any consideration.

He choked up and said, "The news of Mr.'s death has been confirmed. Madam, please accept my condolences."

wow-

Purple-red lightning streaked across the sky, penetrated the curtains, and cast a vast white light on Ning Ruchu's face, turning her fair skin pale.

Her face didn't look very good, with a dark circle under her eyes. She was still wearing a thin white nightgown. Her long wavy hair was soft and hazy, and the slightly messy hair added a bit of messy beauty.

The baby-like face is delicate and small, just like a limited edition doll in the window. The harmless appearance can easily arouse people's desire to protect it.

Her thick black eyelashes, like crow feathers, trembled slightly, and she looked pitiful and weak. She spoke with a trembling voice: "Has the body been salvaged?"

Ling Chuan, the president's secretary, felt a lump in his throat.

He shook his head, trying to calm himself down, and replied to Ning Ruochu in a work-related tone: "I have contacted the rescue team to assist the local authorities in salvaging the bodies of the victims. But it is hard to say when we can find Mr.'s body."

He paused and took out something wrapped in white cloth from his suit pocket.

"Ma'am, this is what the gentleman left for you."

Ning Ruochu glanced sideways and saw that Ling Chuan had already pushed aside the white cloth, revealing a white jade seal inlaid with gold edges.

That is Luo Zhouheng's personal seal.

"According to the agreement, all the assets under his name, as well as all the forces including the Luo Consortium and Shadow Pavilion, will be inherited by you."

Ning Ruochu bit her lip and took the seal with a gleam in her eyes.

After hearing Ling Chuan's words, she raised her head slightly and was stunned for a moment. After a few seconds, she heard an unbelievable sound coming out of her throat:
"What force did you just mention?"

"When you got married, Mr. made a will." Ling Chuan looked serious and took out the documents he had prepared in advance. "Mr. meant for you to inherit all the organizations and industries under his name. Here are the detailed instructions."

Ning Ruochu took the document from his hand. The first page was the will written by Luo Zhouheng himself.

His handwriting was elegant and full of talent, and Ning Ruchu could recognize it at a glance.

The stack of papers at the back was an overview of the forces under Luo Zhouheng's name.

Ning Ruochu turned the pages one by one. She had been married for two years and had cultivated an extremely calm and elegant demeanor. However, she almost tore the paper due to a moment of distraction. Her beautiful face was stained with a hint of complexity and her complexion gradually cracked.

She didn't expect that Luo Zhouheng would transfer all the power under his name to her.

What is even more unexpected is that this man actually hid so deeply!
Shadow Pavilion, Ni Tian, ​​and even Shura Island are all his!!

Ning Ruchu was very emotional, her delicate body was shaking, and it was unclear whether she was angry or frightened.

After two years of marriage, she didn't even notice anything!
In Lingchuan's eyes, it was natural to understand that after the death of her husband, the wife, who had no one to protect her, suddenly had to take on such a big responsibility and felt panic-stricken.

But now is not the time to panic. The most important thing is to make arrangements for what will happen after Mr.'s death.

With a serious expression, he explained to Ning Ruchu word by word: "Madam, please stay strong and live on! I and the people from the General Secretariat will assist you and take care of Mr.'s affairs, so that you can inherit everything from him as soon as possible."

Ning Ruochu's eyelashes trembled slightly, tears sparkled in her almond-shaped eyes, and she said in a weak voice: "How can I bear all this..."

It looks like a fragile white flower, trembling in the wind and rain, ready to fall down at any moment.

Ling Chuan couldn't bear it, "Madam, don't worry, we will take care of everything, you just need to put your name on it."

A hint of darkness flashed in Ning Ruochu's lowered eyes.

Sure enough, Luo Zhouheng would not give all his assets to her so easily.

Ning Ruochu secretly complained in her heart but did not show it on her face and pretended to be heartbroken.

She looked up, tears rolling down her cheeks like pearls, but her moist and hazy eyes were extremely determined.

"Secretary Ling, you must help me protect Ah Heng's hard work!"

Ling Chuanzhuang nodded and could clearly see the tears that were about to fall on Ning Ruchu's thick black eyelashes.

The incident happened suddenly and they were not prepared at all.

If it weren't for the foresight of the gentleman who had planned everything in advance, he really didn't know what to do. "Madam, it's late, go to bed early."

Ning Ruochu was drowsy but still tried to stay awake.

"How can I sleep when such a big thing happened to Ah Heng..." She covered her mouth and sobbed softly.

Ning Ruchu had been married to Luo Zhouheng for two years and had been trained by him to hide her emotions, but now she burst into tears due to sadness.

Infected by her, Lingchuan's nose and eyes also turned red, and he once again felt from the bottom of his heart how strong the lady's love for her husband was.

He left quietly, leaving Ning Ruchu alone.

Ning Ruochu closed the bedroom door and walked slowly inside.

The expression of despair and sorrow on his face was like ripples in the water, spreading out in circles.

She first carefully put away the seal, then threw the document casually onto the bed and smacked her lips: "I didn't expect you to hide it so well!"

For the first time, Ning Ruochu felt grateful for this marriage.

Three years ago, she found her parents and knew for the first time what it felt like to have roots. But when she returned home, she discovered that a fake daughter had taken over her home.

The moment she entered the house, Ning's mother warned her: "Xiao Lian has been raised in our family for eighteen years. We have a deep relationship with her. Nothing will change because of your arrival."

The recovery of the real daughter should have been a happy occasion for everyone, but the Ning family gradually became disgusted and disgusted with her.

The wealthy circle was full of ridicule, saying that the real daughter that the Ning family found had grown up in the countryside, had no education, had no education, and had no talents, and was completely good for nothing.

Ning's mother initially wanted to cultivate her, but later she became more and more disgusted with Ning Ruchu and even said vicious words to her, which made the entire Ning family abandon her.

Ning Ruchu, who longed for her family, was extremely disappointed. When Luo Zhouheng proposed to marry her, she immediately agreed.

To outsiders, they seem to be deeply in love, but that is just an illusion.

On the day of the wedding, Luo Zhouheng made three rules with her.

After two years, the two still sleep in separate rooms.

Her husband died and the arranged marriage ended. Ning Ruochu should have been happy that she no longer had to act with him and was free, but she had to take over his mess.

Thinking of this, she became even more excited.

Ning Ruochu glanced at the documents she had thrown aside, and tiredly lay on the bed to look at them carefully.

After a moment, she reached out and took the cotton doll from the bedside, tapping its head with her jade-like finger bones with interest.

"He actually gave such a big responsibility to a worthless vase. I don't know whether he is too bold or too confident."

On the first day of her marriage, Ning Ruochu discovered that Luo Zhouheng had a bad relationship with his uncles and aunts.

The reason is very simple. Before his death, the old man bypassed them and handed over the Luo Group to Luo Zhouheng.

The other members of the Luo family were dissatisfied with Luo Zhouheng, and Luo Zhouheng was also suspicious of them.

His eyes fell on the document of Luo Zhouheng's greatest identity. Ning Ruochu looked at the last line of words carefully, his eyes dim and unclear.

Two seconds later, he closed the document and began to browse the will.

After reading it, she raised her eyebrows slightly and said provocatively: "You still want to occupy me even after you die. What kind of possessiveness of death is this?"

The will clearly stated that she could use his property and identity as she pleased, but she could not remarry.

Do you really treat her as a tool?

She was so angry that she slapped the cotton doll hard on the face.

The sudden pain made Luo Zhouheng, who had finally accepted the reality, confused again.

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　　Ning Ruochu's name is taken from the poem "Mulanhua: A Poem of Farewell to Friends in the Style of Ancient Style" by the late Qing poet Nalan Xingde.

　　If life could always be like our first encounter, why would the autumn wind bring sorrow to the painted fan? People’s hearts change easily, yet they say that the hearts of old friends are easily changed.[Note 1]

　　After the conversation at Mount Li, the night was half over, and the rain and bells never complained. How could I compare to the unfaithful man in brocade clothes, who once wished to be together forever.

　　Note 1: Another version is "Quedao Gu's heart is easily changed". Note 2: Another version is "Ye Yulin"
　　Luo Zhouheng

　　CP name: Moonfall Frost
　　
　
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