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

Chapter 4 A visitor from the Luo family
Ning Ruochu: [If she dares to do evil to me, I will let her dance on Luo Zhouheng's grave! ]

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, who clearly saw the chat messages between the two, 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. The housekeeper's anxious voice came from the other end: "Madam, the master and his family have come 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 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 of hair falling on her face. She raised her head, the corners of her eyes were red, and her eyes were haggard, as if she had been crying all night. Her beautiful eyes were filled with mist, with clear and bright light, sweeping towards everyone, but her dark pupils were unfocused, full of 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 more 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 glorious title of Madam 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. There was a moment of surprise in his eyes, 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 spoke with such indignation that I couldn't hear anything wrong.

A dark light flashed across Ning Ruochu's lowered eyes, and he thought to himself that he was worthy of being Luo Zhouheng's uncle, because his words were so accurate and impeccable.

She sobbed twice, trying her best to calm herself down.

"To be honest, Ah Heng has already made a will." Her voice was light and soft, like a fragile little white flower that would falter in the wind.

"is it?"

Even though he had already anticipated what Ning Ruchu had in his hands, now that it was actually confirmed, Uncle Luo was still surprised.

Luo Zhouheng has always been a far-sighted guy, but he never expected that he had already made a will.

Uncle Luo narrowed his eyes and stared at the white paper in Ning Ruochu's hand.

The other uncles also had different expressions and were somewhat unconvinced.

Twenty-seven years old is the best age for a man. How could Luo Zhouheng make a will?

The younger generations of the Luo family do not have their worries and concerns.

Luo Yingzhe took a step forward and leaned sideways, looking like a typical dandy boy, and his tone was indifferent to everyone.

"Third sister-in-law, since Third Brother has already written a will, why not take it out and let everyone see it."

Among the younger generations, Luo Zhouheng ranks third, and his younger cousins ​​should call him "Third Brother".

They came here for this purpose, but Uncle Luo became nervous and turned around and scolded: "Zhou Heng just left, why are you thinking about his will?"

Luo Yingzhe had no idea that he had said something wrong, and he even said stubbornly, "Uncle, didn't you say that someone had to inherit the family business?"

Uncle Luo was so angry that he felt like he had lifted a rock and dropped it on his own foot.

Ning Ruochu raised her eyes, patted the arm of Uncle Luo, and said softly: "Uncle, Yingzhe is still young and ignorant, so don't talk about him."

Her voice choked again, and she clenched her right hand into a fist and pressed it against her mouth and nose: "If Ah Heng were still alive, he would definitely not want family discord."

Uncle Luo's expression eased a little: "It's better for Ruchu to understand the situation."

Luo Yingzhe snorted coldly, turned his head away, and muttered, "White Lotus."

(End of this chapter)