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

Chapter 106

Ran Yunqing laughed out loud: "As expected of a pampered canary, she fits the character."

Immediately, he reacted and looked at her with worry: "If you are so unworthy of being reused, won't the family property be taken away by others?"

Although Ran Yunqing was not in the circle of wealthy families, he had heard about the situation of the Luo family.

Luo Zhouheng's coming to power only managed to suppress the originally chaotic situation to some extent.

There seems to be harmony on the surface, but there are undercurrents inside.

If you are not careful, you will be swept into the torrent and unable to escape.

A series of scenes of snatching family property emerged in Ran Yunqing's mind.

She jerked.

No, it can't be like this!
For a wonderful and luxurious life, for a worry-free life in the future, and for a salty life in the future.

She grabbed Ning Ruochu's hands and shook them vigorously: "You must stand up!"

Ning Ruochu: “…”

She shook off Ran Yunqing's hand and asked, "If you had 10 million in front of you, would you spend it all to satisfy your desires, or live off the interest for the rest of your life?"

Ran Yunqing said as a matter of course: "Of course I choose the latter?"

Ning Ruochu: "Then why do you think I'm dumber than you?"

Ran Yunqing: “…”

It seems like I was scolded.

Not sure, listen again.

She coughed lightly to hide her embarrassment.

"If that's the case, then why did you leave halfway?"

A light laugh escaped from Ning Ruochu's throat, and her childish face blossomed like a tender flower, gorgeous and charming.

"Luo Zhouheng's people will take care of everything. I just need to watch quietly."

How could she not see that today's farce was planned by Luo's uncle?

After all, he is the most prestigious person in the Luo family, so it is inevitable that he can't keep his temper.

Ran Yunqing was shocked and scolded: "How come such a good thing happened to you!"

"Speaking of which, why did Luo Zhouheng choose to marry you when there were so many other daughters of wealthy families to choose from?" She still hasn't figured it out.

At the time of the marriage, relations within the Luo family had reached a freezing point. As soon as Grandpa Luo left, relations would immediately fall out.

Marrying a wife of equal status would be a great help to Luo Zhouheng.

However, he chose Ning Ruchu, who was vulgar, had no real talent, and had no financial support after being brought back recently.

Ning Ruochu tilted her head: "Do you think Luo Zhouheng needs external help given his strength?"

When Luo Zhouheng came to propose marriage, she was also surprised, but she quickly figured it out.

He married his wife only to fulfill Mr. Luo's last wish.

The fact that he was the founder of Lingxintang was enough for Ran Yunqing to admire him for the rest of his life.

The year it was founded was the same year that Ran Yunqing became a disciple.

She remembers clearly.

Twelve years ago.

At that time, Luo Zhouheng was just a fifteen-year-old boy.

Why would such a person need help from in-laws?

……

Two hours later, the meeting ended.

Ling Chuan rushed over without stopping, knocked on the door and entered. Seeing that Ning Ruchu looked back to normal, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned sideways and asked Ran Yunqing who was standing beside him: "What is the condition of Madam's health?"

Ran Yunqing rolled his eyes silently in his heart.

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."

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.

Madam Ye sighed deeply and consoled him, "Mr. Luo's news came too suddenly. It was a huge blow to us, but there is still hope."

"Turning point?" 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." Death, and then rebirth...

"Mrs. Luo is also a poor person." Youzong sighed.

Ning Xiangchen also echoed: "Yes, poor Ruchu of our family, she suffered so much injustice since she was a child. She was finally found and married in a grand manner, but now she has to suffer such a big blow."

He choked and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.

President You was infected by his emotions, patted him on the shoulder, and reminded him quietly: "Don't do this in front of the children."

The Ning family and the You family have been friends for many years and are like old friends. Now they are connected by an engagement, and their relationship is even closer.

Ning Xiangchen coughed lightly and said, "I was rash."

He turned his head and stared at Ning Ruchu firmly with his eyes.

"Ruochu, the Ning family is your home. You can come back anytime you want."

Ning Ruochu sniffed and replied weakly: "Thank you, Dad."

Ling Chuan had already discovered that Ning Ruchu had been taken away, but he was being harassed by a group of partners and couldn't get away.

After finally getting rid of them, he immediately came to find Ning Ruchu.

"Ma'am, you don't look well. Go and have a rest first."

His slender arms blocked Ning Ruchu's body, protecting her as she left.

"My wife is not feeling well, please forgive me."

The show that Ning Xiangchen had just put on collapsed in an instant at this moment.

Ling Chuan's words made him seem like an outsider.

What kind of person is he?

Luo Zhouheng's personal secretary.

Although he is just a secretary, he is involved in a series of major decisions of the Luo Group. Now he is in charge of all the company affairs and holds real power.

Ning Ruchu, as the heir, is just a puppet for him to control the power of the company.

Can't offend.

Ning Xiangchen smiled flatteringly, "I haven't seen Ruchu for a long time. I wanted to take a good look at her. In my excitement, I neglected her body."

Ling Chuan ignored his pale explanation.

He turned around and was about to leave to protect Ning Ruchu.

Ning Tinglian followed her sideways, "Sister, let me take you home."

But while walking, he accidentally bumped into someone and was bounced back a few points.

The man exclaimed, his fluent English reeking of the United States of Amelia.

"Geez! Did you just have retinal surgery on your eyes?!"

Ning Tinglian raised her head and saw a sweet and beautiful face.

Her beautiful golden hair gently brushed her cheeks, shining brightly even in the gloomy weather, and her bright blue eyes, as deep as the sea, stared at her with annoyance.

She understood English, so she knew what she said and apologized: "I'm sorry, I was too anxious."

"Anxious?" The woman said in a harsh tone, each word heavier than the last. "Is your boyfriend having an affair with his mistress?"

Ning Tinglian lowered her head: "I'm sorry..."

Before she finished her words, the woman raised a finger and said, "I haven't finished my words yet. I can tolerate your figure like a shemale, but what I can't tolerate is that you bumped into me in such a big mourning hall. Or are you a lesbian who likes girls with hot bodies like me and deliberately wants to get close to me?"

Dirty words echoed around him, and strange looks were coming from all around. Ning Ruchu lowered his head, his face dark, and he didn't dare to speak.

The Luo family is not only the strongest financial group in China, but also has a prominent position internationally.

The foreigners who came to the funeral hall today were the ones that the Ning family had tried their best to make friends with.

Looking at her humble appearance, the woman rolled her eyes with disdain.

"How can there be a spineless person like you in China?"

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!

The main reason is that Ning Ruchu's face is too confusing. At the age of 23, he gives people the feeling of a junior high school student.

"I was rude, please forgive me, madam." Butler Dong apologized in a low voice.

Ning Ruochu shook her head and said sympathetically: "It's okay, you are also worried about your young lady."

She gently moved Dong Qingran's feet and changed the angle.

"It's really serious."

Butler Dong frowned, "The young lady just sprained her ankle accidentally. I asked the Luo family's servant to get an ice pack, but he hasn't come back yet."

"Today is a big event for the Luo family, so it's normal that you're too busy." Ning Ruochu stood up and stared at Dong Qingran, "I know a folk remedy that can quickly heal sprains. Miss Dong, do you want to try it?"

Dong Qingran raised her eyebrows.

She had not been in China for long and did not know some of the rumors here.

I know something about Luo Zhouheng because his influence is so great that even his father was shocked.

Such a powerful person, his wife must be an extraordinary person as well.

Dong Qingran nodded, "Thank you, Mrs. Luo."

She really couldn't stand the pain.

Ning Ruochu turned around and told Zhou Yun, "Bring me a porcelain plate, a bottle of strong liquor, and a candle."

The three things that seemed to have nothing to do with each other confused everyone present.

Zhou Yun did as she was told.

Not long after, the things were brought over.

Butler Dong was very dissatisfied because he had not seen the servant bring the ice pack yet.

But with Mrs. Luo in front of him, he couldn't get angry. The young lady's injury was the most important.

He watched Ning Ruchu pour the wine into the plate and light it with the help of a candle.

The light blue flames jumped on the drinks, emitting heat, presenting a stunning performance of water and fire.

She brought over a soft stool, "Miss Dong, please put your legs on it."

Dong Qingran glanced at her.

Perhaps the filter for Luo Zhouheng was too deep, so even though he had doubts in his heart, he still did as he was told.

After taking off my shoes, the sprained part turned blue.

When Dong Qingran saw Ning Ruochu reaching his hand directly into the burning wine, his pupils widened and he shouted in disbelief: "You are..."

What to do? !

Before he could finish his words, Ning Ruchu grabbed his foot and began rubbing the swollen area repeatedly.

Dong Qingran curled up her upper body in pain, trying to break free from Ning Ruchu's shackles, but the other party held her even tighter.

Although Steward Dong respected Ning Ruchu's status, he angrily shouted, "Madam Luo, what are you doing?!" when he saw his young lady in such pain.