Qingyun's Love: Tiger Boy Falls in Love with a Pretty Lawyer

Ranmo began to search Azan's bed, searching for the strange book. Qingsheng came over to help her. After searching for a while, they couldn't find it. Azan lay in a chair, watching them curiously.

Qingsheng thought for a moment, then motioned for Ranmo to stop. He squatted in front of Azan and reached out to stroke his cheek. Azan smiled happily. Qingsheng gestured to him with a book, then made a gesture of jutting ears.

Azan understood and pointed under the bed. Ranmo squatted down and looked. There was a wooden box inside. She knelt down and struggled to pull the box out. She lifted the cover and found the book inside.

Consider this book confiscated for now. Ranmo handed the book to Qingsheng, who put it in his arms.

Then, Ranmo asked Qingsheng to untie Azan and told him that the book would be returned to him once the teacher came back and checked it out.

Upon hearing this, Azan's expression suddenly changed, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. The two men were frightened by this look.

Qingsheng winked at Ranmo and said in a friendly manner, "Azan, we'll go back first. Your mother hasn't been here for a few days. We'll bring you food later."

Azan ignored this and said coldly: "Give me back the book."

King Qingsheng looked around and talked about other things. He saw an opportunity and pulled Ranmo out. But Azan followed them like a shadow and quickly flashed beside them.

Ranmo was behind and was pulled by Azan first. Azan raised his hand and wanted to slap her, but the moment he saw Ranmo's face, he withdrew his hand and turned to Qingsheng, trying to take the book from his chest.

Qingsheng protected his chest and fought with him. Azan's body was light and flexible, and he held him like a willow. Then, he used some unknown technique to press the numb point on Qingsheng's ankle. Coupled with the chair on the ground, Qingsheng stumbled and fell to the ground.

Qingsheng was about to get up, but Azan exerted force, and he couldn't. Feeling quite puzzled, he tried again, but still couldn't get up. It was as if Azan was holding him back.

Qingsheng was annoyed and instinctively wanted to use all his strength to throw Azan to the ground, but he was afraid of hurting him. So he gave up temporarily and lay on the ground with his back, letting Azan straddle him.

Unexpectedly, Azan extended a finger like a jade onion and lifted Qingsheng's chin, gazing at him lovingly. Qingsheng quickly turned his face away. He then struggled to look at Ranmo, who stood there in shock, hoping she would think of a solution quickly.

Ranmo was stunned by Azan's impressive maneuver. He hadn't expected a massive figure like Qingsheng to be knocked to the ground by the apparently weaker Azan. The only reason for this was probably that the martial arts manual had significantly improved Azan's skills in a short period of time. He just didn't know what the terrible side effects of such an unethical improvement would be.

Seeing that Azan was reaching for the book from Qingsheng's arms again, it would be difficult to snatch it back if Azan took it out.

She was at her wit's end. She looked around, then rushed into the kitchen, got a bucket filled with water, and returned to the house to pour it directly at Azan, soaking Qingsheng who was lying on the ground like a drowned rat.

Azan shuddered, his whole body trembling. Qingsheng spat out the water in his mouth and, sensing that Azan's power was fading, he thrust himself up and lifted Azan up. Just as he was about to fall, he caught him firmly and put him back on the recliner.

Ran Mo was afraid that he would catch a cold, so he pulled a sheet from the bed and helped him wipe the water droplets off his body.

Azan let out a long sigh, as if he had just done a lot of exercise, and collapsed on the bench.

Ranmo didn't know what was going on with him, so he looked at Qingsheng. Qingsheng nodded, saying that this was a normal reaction after temporarily losing his power. Ranmo finally felt relieved, and he and Qingsheng helped Azan lie down on the bed.

As soon as Azan's head touched the pillow, he fell into a deep sleep.

The two finally breathed a sigh of relief. They sat down at the table to discuss their next steps. Qingsheng said he would keep an eye on Azan for the next few days to ensure nothing happened. The book had been put away, and as long as he stopped practicing recklessly, he should gradually recover.

Ranmo nodded. They couldn't let anything happen to Azan. The situation had developed to this point, and they both had something to do with it. They had a responsibility to take good care of Azan and not let him go astray.

Qingsheng looked at Ranmo, his face as if about to make a face. Ranmo didn't understand why. What Qingsheng really wanted to say was, "You see, it's not about Azan and I doing something. Who can handle him in his current state? You can't blame me anymore. Don't you know that you are the only one in my heart?"

Ranmo's mind was solely focused on Azan's affairs, oblivious to his petty thoughts. Qingsheng pouted slightly aggrievedly. Since Ranmo hadn't asked, he naturally didn't dare bring up the subject again. It would be best if he could just forget about it. From now on, he could just focus on loving the beautiful woman before him.

Ranmo and Qingsheng had been fretting over Azan's situation for the past few days. Since they'd taken his books, Azan had become mad at them. When he was unconscious, he'd pounce on them and bite them, but when he was awake, he'd cling to Qingsheng like a child and wouldn't get up. Qingsheng wanted to push him away, but Ranmo shook his head, and he gave up. After all, the little guy was like a patient now, and he needed to be cared for and cherished.

Ran Mo originally wanted to take him to the school to relax and divert his attention from studying, but he was afraid of causing more trouble, so he could only let him rest at home and occasionally take a walk in the fields not far away.

That day, she was also in school, frowning, thinking about this matter. Bingo noticed her and curiously asked her what she was thinking about and what difficulties she had encountered. Ranmo glanced at him, thinking he was no stranger, and briefly described Azan's situation to him. However, he did not deliberately mention the origin and content of the book or Azan's certain madness.

Bingo touched his chin and thought after hearing this. Ranmo almost laughed when he saw his expression, which made him look like a cunning old man.

After a moment, Bingo smiled slightly and said, "I've seen this kind of illness before, and there are ways to relieve it."

Ranmo was delighted and asked if there was any solution. Bingo didn't rush to answer, but asked, "Has he been hurt recently?"

Ranmo was stunned. She hadn't expected Bingo to be so right. She nodded. Bingo said, "That's easy. Now the key is to find the root cause so we can prescribe the right remedy."

How to find the root of the problem? Ran Mo looked at him doubtfully.

Bingo looked around and saw that no one noticed them, so he leaned close to Ranmo and whispered, "Scenario reenactment, also called scenario simulation."

Ran Mo was stunned. Anyone else probably wouldn't understand this concept, but as a former modern lawyer like her, she was quite familiar with this tactic. She looked at Bingo suspiciously, suddenly wondering if he had also traveled through time.

Seeing her expression, Bingo said proudly, "Haven't you heard of this? This is something a foreign friend of mine told us. I secretly wrote it down, and I never thought it would come in handy right now."

Ran Mo took a breath and said with a hint of melancholy, "The method you mentioned might be useful, but from what I can guess, will this approach only bring back painful memories for that person?"

Bingo looked at her admiringly and said, "Well, what you said makes sense, so we need to find someone reliable, control the strength and rhythm, and know when to stop and retreat when the situation becomes unfavorable. Don't worry, I will act carefully and will never hurt him at all." He spoke in the tone of an old scholar and an old Chinese medicine practitioner, and he took the initiative to assume this obligation.

Ranmo pondered this for a moment, realizing this was the only way to try. Fortunately, she knew Bingo well; he was a steady child. Regarding the scenario he'd mentioned, she actually had a small ulterior motive. Perhaps someone else could have completed the task, but she inexplicably didn't want him involved. It was understandable, after all, Azan's performance that day had been truly terrifying.

After discussing it with Bingo, she decided to go to Azan's house after school. However, she had to ask someone to come with her before going, and she wondered if Bingo minded.

Bingo knew who she was talking about and said with a hearty smile that he had wanted to resolve the matter for a long time. But it didn't matter if she came. Ranmo nodded happily, and that was it.