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

Chapter 102

"While the Luo family seems prosperous on the surface, internal conflicts have gradually intensified with the death of Mr. Luo. As the legal heir, Mrs. Luo is in a weak position."

Evan paused, took two steps forward, tilted his head and whispered in Lingchuan's ear: "You need us."

It sounds like a provocation, but it is the truth.

"What help can you provide us?" Ling Chuan asked back.

Luo’s problems arise at the leadership level, not at the grassroots level.

Even if talented people come in and take control, it won’t be of any help.

The corners of Evan's lips curled up slightly, as if everything was under his control.

He said slowly, "But you're already moved, aren't you?"

Ling Chuan narrowed his eyes slightly.

He called his assistant and said to Ning Ruochu: "Madam, Mr. Evan and I have something to discuss. Let my assistant take you downstairs to rest first."

After introducing the members, Ling Chuan did not translate any more.

Ning Ruochu understood and had already made up his mind.

According to the standards of the Security Bureau's special operations team, three major groups are required: leaders, operatives, and technicians.

Morrison Ward's identity is obvious. The configuration of the two scientific researchers indicates that they specialize in different areas. There is also a hacker behind him who provides information. He should be the servant who accidentally bumped into Ning Ruchu just now, and this Mr. "Evan" is naturally the leader.

The proportion of operatives is slightly smaller, and Mrs. Evan's identity also surfaced.

Ning Ruochu raised his eyebrows.

It's quite interesting.

Ling Chuan had already instructed his assistant. Ning Ruochu nodded slightly: "Then I won't bother Secretary Ling anymore."

……

In the guest room, Dong Qingran touched her swollen ankle.

"Young lady, you'd better not move until the doctor comes. I've asked someone to get you an ice pack."

The one who spoke was the Dong family's housekeeper.

Dong Qingran sighed in annoyance and asked him, "Where's my mother?"

The housekeeper replied: "Miss, she is still talking to Master Luo."

The Dong family was invited to the funeral this time, and although their names were not explicitly signed, we knew who was invited.

Mr. Dong has a son and a daughter. His son manages the company's affairs and often travels abroad on business trips.

The daughter is Dong Qingran’s mother. She married into the Hill family of the Oliveland Group more than 20 years ago. She returned to China with her daughter a few days ago. I heard that she would stay here for a while.

Dong Qingran felt even more upset, and her restless mood made her unable to bear to stay here.

I tried to stand up, but the pain in my ankle became more severe and I fell back down on the sofa.

"If you sprain your ankle, you must rest well and not walk on the ground."

A soft voice sounded outside the door. Dong Qingran looked up in confusion and met Ning Ruchu's clear and innocent gaze.

She walked in, squatted in front of Dong Qingran, and calmly lifted up the latter's foot, looking at the swelling on her ankle.

Butler Dong originally thought that it was a young lady from some family who came to show her affection to Dong Qingran.

Now seeing her somewhat presumptuous behavior, he was shocked and angry, and immediately stepped forward to stop her, and shouted: "Miss, please be careful!"

Zhou Yun strode forward and said, "This is the current head of the Luo family, Madam Luo. Please show the most basic respect."

She was only in her early thirties, had been working in the workplace for many years, and was Ling Chuan's secretary. She had long since developed an inhuman aura and innate prestige.

Butler Dong opened his eyes slightly, a little surprised.

A seemingly rude and impolite little girl turned out to be Mrs. Luo!

She has been pampered since she was young, so how could she have ever been scolded like this by her elders?

Tears as big as beans rolled down his cheeks and he screamed in despair.

Uncle Luo became even more annoyed. With so many eyes staring at him, he couldn't save face.

A slap hit Luo Leyao in the face.

"The Third Brother has really spoiled you. You actually dared to make trouble in Zhou Heng's funeral hall!"

Luo Leyao's eyes went dark for a moment, and she fell to the ground weakly, supporting herself on the ground with her hands, her dull eyes full of disbelief.

My uncle...hit me.

Sheng Qianwei was closest to her, and when she fell, she quickly took a step back.

He quickly squatted down again and looked at her with concern.

"Uncle, Le Yao is still young..."

In order to marry Luo Zhouheng smoothly, Sheng Qianwei tried to please his elders.

The eldest uncle of the Luo family was the one with whom he had the closest contact. Because of their good relationship, he followed Luo Zhouheng and called him "Uncle".

"You're still young?" The Luo family's grandfather snorted coldly, "You're already seventeen years old, and you're still so ignorant."

He looked at Sheng Qianwei, "Qianwei, this is our family matter, you don't have to worry about it."

Sheng Qianwei looked at him, wanting to say something, but she pursed her lips and stood up hesitantly.

Just at this moment, the third branch of the Luo family heard the noise and rushed over.

Mrs. Luo San immediately stepped forward and embraced Luo Leyao, "Yaoyao, are you okay? What happened?"

The third master of the Luo family had a bad feeling in his heart.

This girl has been spoiled. She must not cause any trouble at such an important moment.

He smiled and asked Uncle Luo tentatively.

"Brother, did Yaoyao make you unhappy?"

The Luo family's uncle squinted at him and asked, "Does she have the guts to do that?"

"That's right." The third master of the Luo family smiled awkwardly and breathed a sigh of relief.

"But to her third sister-in-law!"

The deep tone revealed danger. The third master of the Luo family felt his heart tighten and looked at Ning Ruchu again.

Luo Leyao is his daughter, and he knows that she is dissatisfied with Ning Ruchu.

But who in the entire Luo family, or even in the capital, has a good impression of her?

Therefore, the third wife of the Luo family only reminded her not to lose her temper in public or important occasions.

At this funeral, he persuaded many times and agreed to buy all the new summer models of well-known foreign brands.

How could this happen?

The third master of the Luo family glared at Luo Leyao resentfully.

The Luo family's uncle added fuel to the fire, "Not only that, but you even dared to cause trouble in Zhou Heng's funeral hall. This is extremely disrespectful to him!"

"This is a big deal for Zhou Heng. This situation has actually occurred. Third brother, I have told you many times that Le Yao has a rude temper and asked you to discipline her more. Now that she has you to protect her, she will have to learn a lot of lessons when she grows up."

It sounds like he is giving good advice, but he is actually trying to put all the blame on the third wife.

The third master of the Luo family was used to his rhetoric.

He nodded humbly and admitted his fault: "It is indeed my fault for not disciplining my child well. What Big Brother said is right."

I felt contempt in my heart: Knowing that it was a big deal for Luo Zhouheng, why did he drag it on for so long? Who is disrespecting the dead?

But since Luo Leyao had exposed the matter to everyone, it was indeed not going to end well.

He tilted his head and looked down at Luo Leyao.

"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 in such an embarrassing state, Master Luo San felt so disgraced that he said angrily, "I will also deduct your pocket money for the next two months!" But Luo Leyao's ears were filled with countless noises, so she couldn't hear what he said at all.

Mr. Luo turned around and looked at Ning Ruchu with an apologetic look.

"Ruochu, I'm so sorry."

Ning Ruochu smiled slightly, "It's okay, Le Yao has always been impatient, I'm used to it."

Ran Yunqing nodded.

After everyone left, she came over and patted Ning Ruchu's arm as she was wiping her tears.

"Okay, now that everyone has left, stop pretending."

The tears that slid down her face were wiped away, and the mist in her eyes was instantly restrained. She turned around and asked, "Where is my cotton doll?"

"I don't know." Ran Yunqing spread his hands, "I didn't see it when I came here."

Ning Ruochu tightened his grip on the quilt.

There weren't many people present before she fainted.

The servants and staff would not touch her things without permission. Although Mr. Luo despised childish toys, he also knew that the doll meant a lot to Ning Ruchu.

Given his character as a good parent, it won’t be taken away easily.

Then all that's left is...

Before fainting, Ning Ruchu clearly felt something reaching into his shoulder.

She reached out and tentatively touched the suspenders, and actually pulled out a note.

Ning Ruochu’s face turned dark when he saw the above content.

"Good you thank you star!"

She grabbed the mobile phone from the bedside table and operated it at a rapid speed.

Ran Yunqing couldn't understand, but he could guess what she did.

"You wouldn't hack into the system of this old house, would you?"

……

The Luo family's manor covers a large area and is surrounded by lush forests.

And Xie Cixing asked her to meet him in the grove in the west.

It is extremely difficult to find a person in such a large forest.

But Ning Ruchu seemed to know where the other person was, and soon saw Xie Cixing's figure.

In the snow-covered forest, he held up the cotton doll in his hand and looked at it carefully.

The feet made a squeaking sound when they stepped on the snow.

Hearing the noise, Xie Cixing looked over in surprise.

"It came pretty quickly."

Ning Ruochu ignored him and stared at the cotton doll in his hand. Her sharp eyes swept towards him like a sword, and her tone was as cold as ice: "Give me back the doll!"

Such a reaction made Xie Cixing stunned, but he reacted quickly.

"You're hiding it quite well." He fiddled with the cotton doll's hand, "I don't believe that a country girl can make such a delicate thing."

He was not discriminating, but the doll's exquisite craftsmanship and the delicate stitching reminded him of someone.

Ning Ruochu's eyes were cold and he spoke each word with emphasis: "Give it back to me!"

Xie Cixing's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, but he was not afraid.

"Why are you so angry, sister-in-law? I just came here to discuss something with you. It's related to Luo Zhouheng."

Ning Ruochu looked at him quietly and motioned for him to continue.

The plan succeeded. Xie Cixing smiled slightly, gradually approached her, leaned down, and whispered: "Do you really think that Luo Zhouheng died in an accident?"

Ning Ruochu's eyes were still cold as he glanced over and said, "Do you want to thoroughly investigate the cause of his death?"

"Of course not." Xie Cixing opened his hands and stepped back, "I'm just giving you a suggestion."

"With the resources controlled by the Xie family, wouldn't it be easier for them to investigate this matter than for me?"

"Yeah." Xie Cixing said in a teasing tone, "But your uncle probably thinks we're having an affair. What if I make a big noise and he attacks you?"

Ning Ruochu: “…”

She took a few deep breaths, suppressed her anger, and continued to talk to him about business: "So, you want to secretly help me find out the real cause of Luo Zhouheng's death?"

"You are so smart but you are pretending to be stupid." Xie Cixing leaned down, his eyes were level with Ning Ruochu's, his eyes were smiling but sharp, he asked: "What is your purpose in staying with Luo Zhouheng?"

Ning Ruochu looked away, "He is the one who wants to marry me."

"Oh." Xie Cixing smiled knowingly, "I'm afraid my biological parents won't like it."

Ning Ruochu suppressed her impatience and said, "I've finished talking. Can you give me the things now?"

She was already very polite, but Mr. Xie didn't know what those two words meant.

The cotton doll was alternately thrown between his two hands, and he couldn't help but wonder: "Why do you care so much about this thing?"

Ning Ruchu seized the opportunity to grab it, didn't waste any words with him, and turned away.

Xie Cixing stared at her back, his tongue against the roof of his mouth, and he said, "You have a bad temper."

If they didn't look alike, he would really doubt whether they were siblings.

How could the parents give birth to such a thing?
Xie Xiyue felt increasingly guilty and quickly changed the subject: "Where did you go just now?"

She narrowed her eyes and her expression became increasingly vulgar: "Are you going to find a girl?"

This time, Xie Cixing gave her a slap without mercy.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I was at a funeral!"

Xie Xiyue rubbed her head aggrievedly, her big eyes gleaming with curiosity, and she had not yet realized the seriousness of the matter.

"Funeral? Whose?"

Xie Cixing could no longer bear it and cursed: "I told you to read more news, but you insisted on reading those stupid novels!"

"That is true love! How can a playboy like you understand it?" Xie Xiyue crossed her arms and turned her head away.

"Giving your lungs and kidneys to a man who doesn't love her is also love?"

"You don't like it, so why did you secretly watch it?"

Xie Cixing gritted his teeth and said, "You keep whispering in my ear every day, how could I not know?"

"Anyway, watch less of those things in the future!"

After saying that, he was about to leave.

Xie Xiyue hurriedly caught up, "Wait, you haven't told me who died yet."

"You'll recognize me if I tell you my name?"

Xie Xiyue stuck out her tongue.

The long sigh throughout his life revealed Xie Cixing's helplessness and powerlessness.

"It's Luo Zhouheng."

Xie Xiyue looked confused.

Xie Cixing explained: "The helmsman of Luo's company."

Xie Xiyue: "Oh~"

Xie Cixing: “…”

Before I could even get over my speechlessness, I heard her ask, "He's going to die too?"

Xie Cixing: “…………”

Listen, what are you talking about!

Realizing that he had said the wrong thing, Xie Xiyue quickly tried to make amends: "I mean, how did he die?"

Xie Cixing fell silent for a moment. After two seconds, he said, "Go watch the news."

"Okay." Xie Xiyue took out her phone, was stunned for a while, looked up and asked innocently: "How do you write his name?"

"..."

Xie Cixing took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

He tried his best to give a relatively gentle smile, bent down, and carefully took the phone from Xie Xiyue's hand.