Chapter 395: Leng Ruoli Side Story (1)

Rejected 99 Times, the Aloof Campus Belle Comes On Strong

Boss Cutie

Six years ago.

The room was filled with the unending sound of a man and woman arguing.

"Back when we got married, I misjudged you! The m-country refining project was supposed to be mine, but you took all the credit—and you still played dirty with me?"

"Your heart's been entirely in your career—how many times have you even come home? Do you still treat this place like a home?! Do you even want the child anymore?! I don't care if you want to be a career woman, but clean up your messy relationships out there—don't make me clean up your messes!"

"Leng Qihua! Stop throwing baseless accusations at me! I was just busy with work—there was nothing going on! Meanwhile, your secretary is all over you, and you don't even know to keep your distance!"

"That was work! You're the one reading into things and then blaming me! You were making eyes at male models at the ball—the entire upper class is laughing at me!"

Their arguments were like matches: the slightest spark and they went up in flames.

The topic grew more and more heated, until they even started throwing things.

Clang! A vase smashed hard onto the floor.

It gave the little girl secretly watching through the crack in the door a fright. Her face was pale, and she clutched at her clothes.

Especially as the sounds of things breaking inside grew louder and the arguing more intense—she was so scared she was about to cry.

Just as the little girl was choking back sobs, a hand covered her mouth.

Startled, she instinctively struggled—then someone beside her held a finger to their lips: shh.

Tears in her eyes, the little girl called out softly and sweetly, "Auntie Han…"

Before her stood a middle-aged woman in her fifties. She wasn't pretty, but she was very gentle, with relaxed brows and eyes, and a warm, kind smile.

She gently stroked Leng Ruoli's hair and softly reminded her, "Young Miss, let's go."

The little girl nodded trustingly. Protected by the middle-aged woman, she slowly left the battlefield, unnoticed by the endlessly quarreling parents inside.

The little girl was Leng Ruoli, fourteen years old.

The middle-aged woman was a private nanny the family had hired, specifically to look after her daily life—and the person Leng Ruoli relied on most.

Leng Ruoli had been born into a wealthy family where food and clothing were never a concern.

But whatever you gain, you naturally lose something too.

What she lacked was her family's company—especially her mother's.

In her memory, her mother was a career woman with money that could never run out. Even for a single family meal, her mother would be busy reading documents, or even hosting live-streamed meetings.

Beyond that, it was endless arguing with her father—and wanting a divorce.

This left a shadow on Leng Ruoli's heart. She longed desperately for a mother's love—and thankfully, she found that love in Auntie Han.

Auntie Han had come to the house when she was ten. Her voice was gentle and she was patient. Even though Leng Ruoli had many fine, beautiful clothes, she loved to pester Auntie Han into sewing buttons for her.

She loved eating the food Auntie Han made for her—it had "the taste of Mom."

Given time, Auntie Han became the substitute for her "mother." Leng Ruoli grew closer and closer to her, until she couldn't be without her.

Having witnessed her parents' arguments, Leng Ruoli let Auntie Han lead her by the hand back to her room, miserable.

Curled up on the bed, Leng Ruoli buried her face in her arms and grumbled sulkily, "They fight every single time—why don't they just get divorced? Isn't it exhausting, being together like that?"

"Adults always have their reasons, Young Miss. You'll understand when you're older," Auntie Han said gently, stroking Leng Ruoli's hair to comfort her.

Leng Ruoli mumbled. Her fair, clean face was full of resistance as she said earnestly to Auntie Han, "I don't want to grow up at all! Adults have so many worries—I already have so many worries now. Won't I have even more when I'm grown?"

Auntie Han let out a soft laugh. "Alright then, our Young Miss will never grow up."

"Yeah~ I just want to be with Auntie Han forever." Leng Ruoli threw herself into Auntie Han's arms and nuzzled against her dependently.

Right now she was immersed in happiness. So young—how could she possibly have anticipated that behind this happiness lay a trap?

The children of tycoons being kidnapped was nothing unusual. After all, power ruled, and plenty of people wanted to take shortcuts.

It was just that Leng Ruoli had never imagined that one day she would be kidnapped too.

She was utterly terrified. The sort of thing that only happened in TV dramas was now happening in her real life.

Leng Ruoli was tied to a chair. Facing a gang of ill-intentioned male kidnappers, she was scared out of her wits.

She had no way of knowing what they were going to do to her.

The kidnappers demanded an 80-million ransom from her parents.

After all, Leng Ruoli was the only daughter of the Leng Group's chairman—her parents would naturally save her, and naturally they paid the 80 million.

But Leng Ruoli never imagined that the kidnappers had no intention of letting her go—they planned to tear up the ticket.

Especially since, as the kidnappers carried the money bags away, they even called someone in to deal with it.

At the time, Leng Ruoli thought they were bringing in a killer to finish her off—but the person who walked in was the one she knew best.

"Why is it you…" Leng Ruoli's eyes went wide.

As the words fell, dark clouds gathered outside and thunder roared.

The lightning happened to illuminate the middle-aged woman's cold, pale face—and the dagger in her hand.

Seeing the dagger in Auntie Han's hand, Leng Ruoli felt her heart sliced open.

"You're with the kidnappers?" Leng Ruoli's eyes went red on the spot.

"Yes." Auntie Han admitted it.

Leng Ruoli was in agony. Crying, she screamed, "Why! Why is it you!"

That was the person she trusted and loved most!

"I want to ask why it was me too!" Auntie Han stared at Leng Ruoli with hatred. Step by step she walked forward and grabbed Leng Ruoli's shoulders in a death grip. "What did my son do wrong, that your parents had to snuff him out so cruelly!"

Leng Ruoli was shocked.

Only now did she learn that Auntie Han had had a son before remarrying—who had been an accountant at the Leng Group.

The son had been raised by her ex-husband. Later, after becoming obsessed with a streamer, he embezzled funds—and once it was discovered, Leng Ruoli's father had called the police on the spot.

While on the run, he drank paraquat and committed suicide.

"Paraquat doesn't kill you in one breath—but it makes every organ in your body fail, and you watch yourself die! Your Leng family drove him to his death! He was a victim too, he was tricked too—why did you have to call the police?! If it had been settled privately, he could still be alive!" Auntie Han broke down.

She had endured hardship and changed her name to come to the Leng family as a nanny.

All for the sake of carrying out her revenge plan!

Even though the kidnappers hadn't planned to tear up the ticket at first, she had already set her mind on murder.

Leng Ruoli was in unbearable pain. "Auntie Han, no—he did wrong himself. It has nothing to do with my parents."

Right now she was suffering terribly.

She had never imagined that the person she trusted most had long been scheming to harm her.

"How is it unrelated!" Auntie Han turned hideous. "If not for your parents, my son wouldn't be dead! You really do have capitalist blood running through your veins—how could you possibly sympathize? Heh heh… I thought you'd be different, but in the end you're just as cold-blooded as your parents!"

Leng Ruoli shook her head, crying. "Auntie Han!"

"Shut up! Since your parents are so heartless as to make me bury my own child, then I'll make them collect your corpse!" Auntie Han's eyes were bloodshot with rage as she leveled the dagger at Leng Ruoli.