Min'er asked Ranmo, where is Brother Qingsheng? Ranmo smiled and said, Brother Qingsheng is practicing martial arts under the supervision of his teacher.

She recalled that day, after she had taken care of Min'er's affairs, she said to Qingsheng, "Thanks to your help this time, I will send you back as soon as possible." Qingsheng specially asked his teacher for a few more days off for this matter and also fell behind in some schoolwork.

Qingsheng looked at her with a deflated expression, "Please, please don't use the word return, okay? I borrowed it before, and then returned it after use. Am I really just a thing in your eyes?"

Ran Mo thought to himself, isn't it a rare item? But he didn't dare to say it out loud, so he quickly coaxed him, "Sao, I'm sorry, I was so tongue-tied at the moment. I just wanted to give my beloved item back to someone else, and I really couldn't bear to part with it."

Qingsheng had a playful smile on his face. Ranmo thought, this is bad, we agreed not to discuss anything other than business matters with this person, so why is he engaging in sweet talk again?

Seeing that she remained silent, Qingsheng said, "Even if you treat me as an object, I accept it. But since it's an object, even if you don't worship me, you still have to carry me in your arms before sending me back, right?" He added with a smile, "It's okay if I carry you."

Ran Mo sighed, having provoked this enemy again. He rolled his eyes and said, "Let's not talk about whether to hug him or not. Let me ask you, don't you want me to brag about your heroic act in front of the teacher?"

Upon hearing this, Qingsheng's thoughts flew back to the day of the trial, when the county lieutenant had publicly praised him as a righteous man, and a hint of pride appeared on his face. For a young man, receiving recognition and praise from others was almost as good as enjoying close friendships.

He winked and said, "That's up to you. See if you think I deserve praise. But there's one thing I hope you can agree to. Consider it a reward for my efforts."

Ran Mo looked at him with a bit of doubt. Qing Sheng continued, "Let's cancel the agreement between you and me not to talk. We can still talk and interact as before." He looked at Ran Mo with a burning gaze.

Ranmo thought, this is a perfect step to dissolve the "barrier" between them. However, as a person with a strong sense of contract, Ranmo was a little hesitant to speak.

Qingsheng said solemnly, "Don't worry about our normal relationship affecting your studies. You and I both have our priorities straight, and we have teachers to supervise us. What else do you have to worry about?"

Ran Mo's heart surged with emotion. This boy, with such a righteous heart, had helped her so much, and all he asked was to be able to talk to her as usual. Why was she still so hesitant?

Thinking of this, she nodded and made up her mind. Seeing this, Qingsheng happily came up and tried to hold her hand. Ranmo stopped him. He looked at her with a bit of grievance.

Ran Mo whispered, "Besides this, don't you want an extra reward?" Upon hearing this, Qing Sheng looked at her with wide eyes in joy.

In a flash, Ran Mo took a giant step forward, standing in front of Qing Sheng. Standing on tiptoe, she kissed him lightly on the cheek. Then, blushing, she ran away.

Qingsheng was left standing there, stroking his cheek, a smile on his face, his heart beating fast.

The air was calm and peaceful. Ranmo went to Dr. Liang's clinic again. Mainly to thank him for his help with Min'er's case, but also to distract himself and calm down the past two days.

Seeing Doctor Liang, Ran Mo bowed to express his gratitude. Doctor Liang said that this was not the case, as saving the child was the duty of every doctor.

At that moment, a young man entered the room. He was none other than the son of Doctor Liang, who had come to look after Min'er that night. Doctor Liang introduced him as Liang Cong. The two men exchanged greetings.

Ran Mo came here for this child. She had previously asked Doctor Liang if he had any daughters. Doctor Liang said he was their only son.

Ran Mo hesitated. The reason she cared about the Liang family's children was because of a tragedy in her previous life.

At that time, Dr. Liang was the factory doctor of a small town chemical factory. He also saw patients on weekdays and helped many patients.

He had a healthy and pretty daughter who worked in a chemical factory. But one night she was working the night shift, watching over the huge pot where raw materials were boiling.

Perhaps because he was too sleepy and not paying attention, he accidentally fell into the scalding cauldron and was burned all over. Fortunately, a nearby worker rescued him and sent him to the hospital, but he also suffered severe burns and disability, and was in great pain.

When Dr. Liang saw his daughter's miserable condition, he burst into tears and was heartbroken.

Ran Mo was determined to prevent this tragedy from happening. He had heard that Doctor Liang had no daughter, and that chemical factories were impossible in those days. If there was one advantage to the ancient times, it was that they were far away from the pollution and harm caused by modern industry.

But, will that disaster come in another way?

Ranmo chatted with Liang Cong for a few more minutes. The young man was still young, healthy and handsome. Now studying medicine with Doctor Liang, he was well-spoken and polite. He was truly a wonderful young man.

Doctor Liang looked at his son happily. Ran Mo was no stranger, so he whispered to her, "The child has grown up and is currently discussing marriage with a girl."

Liang Cong blushed slightly when he heard his father talk about this. He smiled shyly at Ran Mo. Ran Mo smiled knowingly and asked in a mature manner, "I wonder which girl has such a blessing?"

Doctor Liang glanced at Liang Cong and said with a smile, "She is Zhu Lihua, the daughter of the old Zhu family in Qianmenlou."

Ranmo was stunned when he heard the name. Weihua was very familiar with it; in that past life, she and Zhu Lihua had been quite close friends. Ranmo had also heard some anecdotes about this woman.

The morning was as simple and peaceful as the sky. Suddenly, one day, the town radio station's loudspeaker disturbed everyone's sweet dreams. The news released that day seemed different from the previous ones.

All I could hear was the female announcer reading out a long list of names in a clear and firm voice, each followed by a story. The atmosphere in the town also became solemn.

Ran Mo, still a child, curled up in his bed, half-comprehending, listening to the outside broadcast. Finally, he heard a familiar name: Fu Baoqiang—the only son of the neighboring old Fu family.

Baoqiang is a handsome guy with a good temper who doesn't like to cause trouble. Why is he on the list today?

At noon, the adults gathered together to discuss the matter. They heard that Baoqiang had been hanging out with a group of bad youths and had been involved in a criminal activity.

A group of people took a young girl hostage in a vegetable cellar and gang-raped her. Qiangzi confessed that he was just watching and causing trouble, but he was still sentenced to a heavy sentence.

This incident caused a great shock in the town. Crime was rare in the past, but this time, so many terrible people and events were exposed, which made people feel happy but also a little anxious and confused.

A group of bad elements and hooligans were left with nowhere to hide in this round of heavy blows. Many women were also labeled as hooligans, and their "deeds" were talked about with relish.

Ran Mo once vaguely heard a few railway girls whispering: "You know so-and-so, she's always messing around with guys, charging ten yuan a time, how shameless!"

"Yes, she can bear it too! You can see that her vagina is swollen even through her pants, wow..." Yes, these are the girls' original words, without any taboos but hitting the nail on the head.

Among the girls they were discussing was a woman named Zhu Lihua, who lived nearby. She was known throughout the area as a "female hooligan," known for her wild personality and eccentric attire. Relying on her beauty and some unusual tactics, she enjoyed hanging out in the smoky, humid atmosphere of the young workers' dormitories.

She even dared to gather a few sisters to push the lone boy down on the ridge of the field, strip off his pants and tease him, causing the boy to scream in pain and excitement...

Her fate was quite tragic. She had offended some deity, but one night she was drunk, stripped naked, and tied to a telephone pole. At dawn, the onlookers were stunned...

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