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

Chapter 127

Ning Ruchu can hit a cow from a distance, let alone Jian Taoyue who has internal strength beside Xie Cixing?

Ning Ruchu didn't know whether she was influenced by him or was secretly delighted by Sheng Qianwei's embarrassing scene, but she also laughed.

After controlling his emotions, the smile in Xie Ci's starry eyes gradually faded.

"Don't take those words to heart." He comforted, "No matter who Luo Zhouheng likes, all his money is yours anyway."

Ning Ruochu smiled softly, "Second Master Xie's way of comforting people is different from that of ordinary people, but it is very effective."

Zhou Yun arrived late, worried that Ning Ruchu would be bullied, so she hurriedly caught up, but what she saw was Xie Cixing's figure.

"Thank you, Master?"

She bowed her head and gestured, then walked in front of Ning Ruchu.

"Madam, I just received an emergency call. When I came over, Miss Dong stopped me. She wasn't by your side. Are you okay?"

Ning Ruochu felt that Ling Chuan was overprotective of her, but she was a little girl with a fragile heart, so wasn't it normal to take care of her emotions?

She shook her head, "I'm fine."

Mr. Xie is also here, so there shouldn't be any problems.

Zhou Yun breathed a sigh of relief, and then she heard Ning Ruochu ask, "What does Qingran want to talk to you about?"

Zhou Yun glanced at Xie Cixing beside her before saying, "Miss Dong asked you to stay away from Miss Sheng as much as possible, and she also wanted to ask you if you would attend Avarosa Fashion Week."

"Fashion Week?" Ning Ruochu raised an eyebrow. "I heard that this fashion week has been delayed for a long time, and the exact date is still unclear."

"Just now, the organizers in Florence announced that the Fall/Winter Fashion Week will be held on April 4, which is the Tuesday after next."

Zhou Yun added, "Two designers under Luo's company were invited."

Avarosa Fashion Week is a major event for the fashion design industry around the world. As Luo's consortium covers multiple fields, Ning Ruchu has enough reasons to go.

She hesitated, fully demonstrating the qualities that a puppet should have.

"I'll ask Secretary Ling later and give her an answer."

Zhou Yun nodded and continued, "Secretary Ling just called and said that the rain in Beijing is too heavy, and it is a bit dangerous for Madam to return to Pearl Island. I asked you to stay in the apartment in the city center tonight."

Xie Cixing's eyes lit up instantly, and he immediately said, "This banquet is boring. Madam Luo and I are on the same way, so why not take you back?"

His speech speed slowed down, his usual frivolous tone disappeared, and he became so serious that he seemed like a different person.

"That's right, I can do it"

In the bedroom, Ning Ruochu leaned on the bed with her legs bent, using a tablet as a cushion, browsing Weibo.

Luo Zhouheng was in her arms, watching with her.

"Is it normal for parents to hate their children?" Ning Ruochu swiped the screen with her finger, her almond-shaped eyes were strangely calm, and her tone was extremely light.

Luo Zhouheng was silent.

After a long time without receiving a response, Ning Ruchu smiled self-deprecatingly.

"You're surprised too, aren't you?"

Luo Zhouheng's childhood was not good
His parents died when he was young, and he grew up with Grandpa Luo and became his most beloved grandson.

The uncles and aunts felt the crisis and suppressed him everywhere.

After he became an adult, he held important positions in the company and endured many suspicions and malicious frames.

Mr. Luo had no choice but to send him abroad, and he didn't come back until he was 24 years old.

At that time, my grandfather was already seriously ill, the Luo family was controlled by the eldest uncle of the Luo family, and the three branches were fighting each other.

Almost everyone believed that Mr. Luo was pushing Luo Zhouheng into the fire by letting him inherit the Luo family.

But he persisted, not only reconciling internal conflicts but also making the consortium prosper.

Of course, his achievements and strengths are not limited to this, otherwise he would not have become the person Ning Ruchu admires the most, especially after knowing his other powers.

There was a knock on the door, and a light flashed across Ning Ruochu's eyes. She quickly put the tablet under the pillow, curled up on the bed, and held the cotton doll tightly in her arms.

When Yeyue came in, she saw Ning Ruchu looking dejected.

Her eyes dimmed and she walked straight away.

Coming to the bed, he said in a neutral voice, "Madam, Secretary Ling just came over."

The person on the bed responded.

The hands that were propping up the body were shaking violently, and it took a lot of effort for him to turn over. There were water stains in the corners of his eyes, and his charming almond-shaped eyes were sparkling, broken and fragile.

She leaned weakly on the bed, her frail body looking like she could fall over at any moment.

Yeyue just watched without taking any action.

"Is it..." Ning Ruchu's voice was hoarse and she was unable to utter a word.

She coughed a few times to make her words sound clearer.

"Did something happen?"

Luo Zhouheng, who witnessed her performance, was stunned.

I never expected that Ning Ruchu could do this.

Even though he was good at understanding people's minds, he didn't think there was anything wrong.

The character created by Ning Ruchu is not only very contagious, but also able to arouse sympathy, allowing people to focus on the suffering she has experienced and ignore her personal performance.

Her disguise was impeccable.

Be careful, some things have nothing to do with you, but if you are involved, you will blame yourself.

Even the psychologist invited by Luo Zhouheng himself said that Ning Ruchu suffered from severe inferiority complex due to his childhood environment and was a typical highly sensitive person.

Speaking of mental illness, Ning Ruchu's condition is even more serious than Ning Tinglian's.

"No, Secretary Ling is just here to deliver an invitation." Yeyue stepped forward and placed the envelope on the bedside table. "It's from the An family. They want to invite you to attend the gallery."

Ning Ruochu pretended to sigh and asked her: "An family? How come I have never heard of it?"

After returning to the Ning family, she had few opportunities to interact with the upper class.

I only learned about the An family when I was investigating Luo Zhouheng.

"The An family has always kept a low profile, so it's normal that you don't know about them." Ye Yue explained, "In the last century, the Luo family was kind to the An family. Later, the An family disappeared from the public eye, and the outside world didn't know much about them. Over the past fifty years, the Luo family has had close contacts with the main members of the An family, and your mother is a member of the An family."

Ning Ruochu pursed her lips, looking very hesitant.

She was facing the bed and was forced to breathe, so her breathing was a little unstable and she was gasping for air.

After a while, he took a deep breath and responded: "I will go."

The tone was awkward and sounded reluctant.

Yeyue stopped where he was and looked at her twice before leaving.

Watching the door close, Ning Ruochu took the envelope, opened it and looked through it.

"I haven't met my parents-in-law, but I have met my grandmother," she complained.

Luo Zhouheng's grandmother, Mrs. An, is still alive.

After being married for two years, Ning Ruochu had never met Luo Zhouheng's other relatives except for occasionally returning to the Luo family.

The soul in the cotton doll is silent.

……

Until the weekend, Ning Ruchu still hadn't fully adjusted her mood.

Butler Chen has hired a psychologist many times, but being rejected by the person who should be the closest to him is a hard feeling for anyone.

He was worried that Ning Ruchu hadn't eaten much in the past few days and might have health problems, so he suggested that Ran Yunqing go as well.

Ran Yunqing was horrified when he heard the news: How could a loser like me go to such an elegant place?

In order to be worthy of that place, she even sent a message to Ning Ruchu, asking if she could wear the clothes she gave her as compensation.

Ning Ruochu replied: [The servants don’t even know what clothes I have, you won’t be discovered if you wear them.] Ran Yunqing clenched his phone and gritted his teeth.

It's not a good thing to be known too well by your friends.

……

In the past fifty years, the An family has had very few interactions with the outside world.

The clan members never attended any public events, and no dinners, dances, etc. were ever held.

If it weren't for the influence of the An family's government, others would have long forgotten the existence of such a big family.

This gallery is the first of its kind.

The An family has a very profound historical heritage, with countless famous paintings and antiques, and even many rare documents.

Countless wealthy and famous artists took great pains and even spent huge sums of money just to come and see it, but they only invited some internal staff and painters who had made contributions to Chinese painting.

Ning Ruchu belongs to the former.

It was Ran Yunqing's first time attending such a grand occasion. Her palms were sweaty. She carefully carried the expensive bag that Ning Ruchu had given her, and she would check her red-soled high heels every two steps.

It was after she sent the message that Ning Ruchu dressed up Ran Yunqing as a rich lady on the pretext of "acting in full".

But now, she began to regret it.

Ning Ruochu glanced at Ran Yunqing with disdain, "Do you need to do that?"

"Of course!" Ran Yunqing said firmly, "These things are enough to buy my life!"

Ning Ruochu: “…”

She was speechless: "You are not so worthless."

After all, he was the direct disciple of the master of Lingxin Hall, a medical genius who was able to pull her back from the gates of hell. How could he be described as so cheap?
Ning Ruochu pointed at her branded clothes and said, "These things were all given to me by the brand owners. I didn't spend a penny on them."

"Then I have to be worthy of those designers and makers." Ran Yunqing touched the corner of his clothes, "Besides, I have never used such good fabrics."

Ning Ruochu: "Are you sure it's not an illusion caused by their price?"

Ran Yunqing was silent for a while, "Maybe a little."

……

Sheng Qianwei was in a bad mood as she looked at the message on her phone.

The woman next to him glanced over and asked with concern, "What's wrong? Is the Dong family still unwilling to give in?"

Sheng Qianwei sighed: "It must be because I made Miss Dong unhappy last time."

She forced a smile and said, "But it doesn't matter. Avarosa Fashion Week can also help me improve my brand influence."

130,000 yuan, it is impossible for the master and disciple to collect the total amount within a month.

Qiao Weisong didn't want to make Ran Yunqing sad, but Ning Ruchu always helped whenever he was needed, so this time it was a bit unusual.

"Did your disciple really ask you to do this?" he asked again and again.

Ran Yunqing nodded, his fingers subconsciously approached the scroll in his hand, but he quickly let go for fear of damaging it, deliberately controlling the strength.

Qiao Weisong didn't understand, so he patted Ran Yunqing's shoulder gently.

"I know you and my little apprentice have a deep relationship, but she is right. It's just a painting. It won't affect your relationship."

He sighed, "Yun Qing, being sentimental is your strength, but also your biggest weakness. You need to learn to balance feelings and reality."

It was also her fault. She had let Ran Yunqing study Chinese medicine and forget about interacting with the outside world, which made her so dependent on the junior sister of the same age who suddenly showed up.

Ran Yunqing's voice was soft and gentle: "I understand."

But she just couldn't learn it.

Having said this, Qiao Weisong didn't know what to say and could only urge her to go over quickly.

……

Ran Yunqing took a car to the An family's home. Behind the mahogany door was an old-style courtyard house.

Even in ancient times, it was definitely a wealthy family.

The housekeeper had already been waiting at the door to greet the visitor. When he saw the visitor, he immediately stepped forward and asked, "Excuse me, are you sent by Mrs. Luo to pick up the third young lady?"

Ran Yunqing nodded.

The housekeeper immediately moved aside to welcome her in.

"I broke some plates in the gallery yesterday. Here are the compensation regulations. I wonder if I can use paintings to pay off my debts." Ran Yunqing said embarrassedly, took out the detailed regulations from his pocket and handed them over.

The housekeeper took a quick look and said with a smile, "Our young master and young lady love precious calligraphy and paintings. If the painting you have is valuable, it's fine."

He suggested: "Miss San hasn't packed up yet, why don't I take you to see the appraiser first to see if this painting can pay off your debt."

Ran Yunqing nodded slightly stiffly, "Okay."

They sighed in their hearts that this was indeed a wealthy family that had been passed down for hundreds of years. Even the temperament and words of the servants were beyond their reach.

After walking two steps, he realized it belatedly and added, "Thank you for your help."

The butler turned his head and bowed slightly, "You are polite."

Ran Yunqing was flattered.

Going along the main road, we turned at a fork in the road and came to a smaller hall.

The housekeeper led Ran Yunqing in and said, "I'll go and ask the appraiser to come over. Miss, please sit down and have some refreshments first."

Ran Yunqing lowered his head, imitated the words and expressions of the ancients in the TV series, and said, "Thank you."

I sat down carefully, but didn't dare touch anything else, for fear of repeating yesterday's tragedy.

My butt only filled one-third of the chair, making me feel very uncomfortable.

The short three minutes seemed very long to Ran Yunqing, as he finally saw the housekeeper coming back.

She stood up and looked at the old man with white hair and beard behind her.

"This is the appraiser, Mr. Zhang," the butler introduced.

Mr. Zhang took the initiative to extend his hand and greet Ran Yunqing, "Hello."

The latter responded quickly.

"I wonder what kind of painting style this girl wants to appreciate?"

Ran Yunqing didn't understand, so he simply spread out the scroll and showed it to him.

Mr. Zhang held his eyes and looked carefully.

His pupils dilated slightly, he was startled at first, then leaned over and looked closely at the painting.

The more I watched, the more excited I became, and my body began to tremble slowly.

This reaction caught Ran Yunqing's eyes and made her very worried.

She couldn't even afford to pay for a few plates, let alone a person falling over!

The butler frowned, walked over and looked at the painting from the side.

"I'm not seeing things, I'm definitely not seeing things!" Mr. Zhang suddenly murmured excitedly.

He straightened up suddenly and looked at Ran Yunqing, who seemed a little flustered by the sudden movement.

"Where did you get this painting?"

He was in high spirits, which was a good sign.

Ran Yunqing responded frankly: "My friend gave it to me."

Mr. Zhang's pupils widened and he kept asking, "Who is your friend?"

Ran Yunqing was somewhat surprised by his reaction and took a half step back.

She didn't answer, but just asked: "Is this painting precious?"