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

Chapter 111

Sheng Qianwei is just a designer with little fame on the Internet. She has been abroad for two years. Even though she is a Chinese, she does not have many fans in China.

There are less than a thousand comments on Weibo, but it has made it to the hot search list, so it must have been bought.

Want to bring this matter to the public and ruin her reputation?

Ning Ruchu would never allow it.

Only after Luo Zhouheng died did Sheng Qianwei dare to say this.

Ran Yunqing laughed out loud and sent an applause emoticon.

Thinking of something, Ning Ruochu glanced at the will on the corner of the bed and asked her: [How much do you know about Luo Zhouheng's hidden identity? ]

[Don’t you and I both know the founder behind Ling Xin Tang? ]

Ran Yunqing was shocked by something, and his pupils suddenly dilated. He was too nervous to type out a short sentence, and it took him half a minute to send it out: [He doesn't have any other amazing identity, does he? ]

Ning Ruchu didn't reply. She lowered her eyes, as if she was thinking about something. After two seconds of silence, she said, "I'm asleep."

In order to avoid being disturbed in sleep again, Ning Ruchu turned off his cell phone, got out of bed with unsteady steps, turned off the bedroom light, and went to sleep peacefully.

The cotton doll she placed next to her pillow fell into deep thought.

It was indeed he who founded Lingxin Hall, but how did Ning Ruchu know about it?
Also, the woman she was video chatting with just now seemed to have been seen somewhere before...

After pondering for a whole night, Luo Zhouheng finally found information about Ran Yunqing deep in his memory.

The closed disciple of the master of Lingxin Hall!

Because of his natural intelligence and his ability to surpass his teacher, the head of Lingxin Hall personally introduced him to the school.

Luo Zhouheng's face was gloomy and he was puzzled.

How could they be related?

……

Ning Ruochu slept soundly until dawn, but she seemed to be too tired and did not wake up for a long time today.

The landline phone in the room rang several times, and Ning Ruchu, who was curled up in the quilt, slowly poked her head out.

She opened her sleepy eyes and raised her hand to press between her eyebrows to relieve the dizziness in her head.

Glancing sideways, she caught a glimpse of the cotton doll next to her. She had just woken up and was not yet conscious, so she weakly called out, "Good morning~"

Luo Zhouheng, who woke up early, was stunned.

Ning Ruochu stretched out her arm and grabbed the landline on the bedside table. Sister Lin's anxious voice came from the other end: "Madam, the master and his family are here and are waiting in the living room."

Ning Ruochu's sleepiness disappeared in an instant, a sinister look flashed across her eyes, she stood up, hung up the phone, and changed into a black silk dress.

Sitting in front of the dressing table, the dark circles under her eyes had not completely disappeared, and her hair was still a little messy from having just woken up.

She found the will in the corner of the bed and went downstairs carrying the cotton doll.

Luo Zhouheng was killed, and the living room was crowded with people early this morning.

Before Ning Ruochu went downstairs, she heard voices coming from inside, mixed with some arguments.

When she appeared at the door, Ling Chuan saw her at a glance, walked over quickly, but was blocked by someone.

The man shouted cheerfully, "Ruchu is here."

As the voice fell, the heated conversation in the hall stopped abruptly, and everyone looked at Ning Ruchu.

She stood facing the light, her black gauze dress making her skin look as white as snow. Her long, straight legs were hidden under the hem of the skirt, extending to her fair, slender ankles.

Her long black hair was a little messy, with a few strands falling on her face. She raised her head, her eyes were red and swollen, and her eyes were haggard under her eye bags, as if she had been crying all night.

Her beautiful eyes were filled with mist, emitting clear and shimmering light as they swept over everyone, but her dark pupils were unfocused, filled with fragility and confusion.

Ning Ruochu choked up and greeted the man who called her: "Uncle..."

Just two words made her breath disordered and her lips trembled as if she was about to cry at any time.

Some people present felt pity, but most were mocking.

A country girl who is not supported by her parents and is abandoned by her parents is treated like a worthless person in the capital even if she is called a real rich girl.

Once Luo Zhouheng dies, without the glamorous title of Mrs. Luo, she will surely live in dire straits in the future.

Uncle Luo stepped forward, patted her shoulder gently, and sighed, "Everyone has their own destiny. Zhou Heng has made outstanding achievements, and he has a caring wife like you. He can die without regrets."

Ning Ruochu's slender shoulders trembled. She closed her eyes slightly and a tear as big as a bean fell from her eyes.

The eldest uncle of the Luo family stood in front of him with his hands clasped and his head lowered, as if in silence.

After all, he is the person with the most say in the Luo family now, and others followed suit.

After counting silently for a minute, Uncle Luo's eyes were pointed at the A4 paper in Ning Ruochu's hand. His eyes were urgent for a moment, and the words he spoke were still in that sad tone:
"Ruochu, Zhou Heng is dead, and the Luo family will be in chaos without anyone in power. Our Luo family has been around for a hundred years, and we cannot let it fall because of a momentary loss of will. Someone must inherit the family business!"

He could only bow slightly: "It's all as Madam wishes. I won't disturb you while you eat."

After saying that, he turned and left, his eyes thoughtful.

With Luo Zhouheng's order, Ning Ruchu's life would indeed not be in danger.

But she was timid and had never experienced any big scenes.

When her husband came back injured, just a glance at him from a distance would scare her so much that she wouldn't dare to get close.

If this happens several times, it might have an impact on her psychology.

He needs to take some countermeasures.

As soon as I walked out of the door, I turned around and saw Yeyue leaning against the door.

Ling Chuan frowned and was about to blame, but suddenly remembered that she was now Ning Ruchu's personal bodyguard, and the door of Ning Ruchu's room was indeed where she should be.

He suppressed his impatience, closed the door, and spoke to her directly: "Since Madam trusts you so much, please be loyal and responsible. This is also what Master expects."

Ye Yue looked disdainful and turned away: "I know my limits."

Ling Chuan was filled with anger, but he couldn't do anything to her, so he could only give up and leave.

Inside the house, Ning Ruchu looked at the cotton doll that was placed in the dining room facing her, and a feeling of helplessness arose in her heart.

Even with so many loyal subordinates escorting him, uncertainties still exist.

Luo is his surname and the Luo family are his relatives.

But after his grandparents and parents passed away, he became lonely and had to bear everything on his own.

The Luo family, on the contrary, became the closest threat to him.

Therefore, after planning to marry Ning Ruchu, he began to prepare everything.

But this accident was too sudden, even he was not prepared, let alone others?
Especially the Shadow Pavilion, his most loyal force.

……

Security measures have been unprecedentedly strengthened. If any visitor from outside wants to come in, Ye Yue must personally inform Ning Ruchu and obtain her consent.

When Yeyue came over, Ning Ruchu was fiddling with the eco-box in the room.

Her bedroom is very large. In addition to the usual facilities, there are several reptile breeding boxes that occupy an entire wall.

The creatures raised there are all terrifying creatures such as snakes and scorpions.

Ning Ruochu held a pair of tweezers in his hand, and the breeding box in front of him was opened. A snake as thick as two fingers was slowly wriggling. The blue-brown back had a metallic luster, and the snake scales reflected bright pearl-like light such as steel blue, bright green, blood red, and purple copper, which was very gorgeous!

The pink and fresh baby mouse was caught by tweezers. In front of these animals that frightened ordinary people, Ning Ruochu was strangely calm. He reached into the breeding box and handed the baby mouse to the snake's mouth. The snake bit it and wrapped its body around it, slowly enjoying it.

Ye Yue's eyes flashed, and she said, "Sheng Qianwei is here."

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.

Ran Yunqing happened to be standing next to him, and seeing his silly smile, he was speechless: "It's just a phone call, is that a big deal?"

Qiao Weisong glanced at her and said, "This is your junior sister's phone number."

"I know." Ran Yunqing looked proud, "We just passed it two days ago."

Qiao Weisong: “…”

Damn, I was shown off.

He was so angry that he immediately asked, "Little disciple, have you forgotten about this old man like me?"

The words from the other end came clearly, Ning Ruochu's eyes flashed with helplessness, and her voice was soft, with obvious timidity and helplessness.

"Excuse me, are you the head of Lingxin Hall?"

Qiao Weisong was stunned for a moment, then he angrily said: “You even can’t hear your master’s voice… Ugh!!”

Ran Yunqing quickly covered his mouth and reminded him: "Luo Zhouheng is just dead, it doesn't mean his influence has disappeared."

Only then did Qiao Weisong realize that his little apprentice was still in the wolf's den.

He remained calm and patted Ran Yunqing's hand.

Before he could escape from the shackles, Ning Ruochu's voice came again: "Um, someone here has been stung by a Liberica black fat-tailed scorpion. Can you send a doctor over?"

The panic-stricken words did not arouse Yeyue's suspicion.

Qiao Weisong's eyes lit up.

Isn't the chance to visit my little apprentice here?
Yeyue leaned over and spoke the phone to Ning Ruchu's ear.

"At the same time, the doctor will also be responsible for taking care of the lady. Please choose the best one."

A basin of cold water was poured over my head.

Ning Ruchu didn't answer her, but rubbed his arms to relieve the discomfort.

"How is the old master?"

She hasn't seen Qiao Weisong since she returned to the Ning family three years ago.

"Eat well, drink well, and practice Tai Chi every morning. I think you can knock me down with one punch." Ran Yunqing said weakly.

Ning Ruochu brought over a plate of medicinal food and pastries, "It's good for replenishing your energy, have some."

Ran Yunqing glared at her, "You're using the cakes I made to comfort me?"

Ning Ruochu sincerely praised: "The effect is quite good."

Ran Yunqing sneered, sat up straight, picked up a piece and put it into his mouth.

Luo Zhouheng's people personally instructed that since the Madam was in poor health, the food must be made small so that it would be easier for her to eat.

The master was not confident in handing this task over to anyone else, so he asked Ran Yunqing to do it.

In the past two years, she has added chrysanthemum, which is used to soothe the liver, to the medicinal tea she drinks every day.

"Luo Zhouheng appears to be cold towards you on the surface, but he is very considerate to you inwardly."

The decoration style of this villa is more in line with Ning Ruchu's preferences.

Ran Yunqing was shocked, "He is so good to you, but you are wasting his money."

Ning Ruochu didn't respond, and asked her instead: "Did you really cure Sheng Qianwei?"

When mentioning her, Ran Yunqing felt a little happy.

"Of course not. I left some scorpion venom in her body and sealed it with a silver needle. Her leg cannot be seen by anyone."

Ran Yunqing became happier as she spoke, "I was so kind as to let her bring her own weather forecast. Whenever there is a big temperature difference or a season change, she will feel unbearable pain and itchiness."

After Ning Ruochu heard this, her eyebrows slightly raised, and a faint light flashed in her eyes, like a stream passing through the night sky, bright and beautiful.

"She didn't provoke you, why did you treat her like this?"

She said in a scolding tone, and Ran Yunqing got goose bumps all over his body. He asked back, "Where did the scorpion venom in Sheng Qianwei's body come from?"

Ning Ruochu smiled without saying anything, her smooth fingertips tapped lightly on the keyboard, playing the cartoon.