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

The little Kunkun she was expecting did not show up as promised. The place was empty!

I even heard Wang Ge's eerie song "Empty" in my ears, "This scares me more than death. Under my hard flesh, there is nothing."

Ran Mo was standing there dumbfounded. A few guys thought she was shy and "kindly" encouraged her.

"Don't be afraid, since you're here now, you'll just get used to it." There was a lewd smile in his words.

Ran Mo bit his lips tightly, leaned back unconsciously, and moved his feet to struggle out of their hands.

They twisted her arms and hugged her tighter, as if they were holding on to a duck or a lamb.

Ran Mo roared in anger. Unbeknownst to him, he managed to shake off those guys with a burst of brute force.

She ran away from this horrible place as quickly as if escaping, completely ignoring the unbridled laughter and taunts coming from behind her.

Ran Mo rushed out of the academy and found a quiet corner where no one was. He calmed himself down and then solemnly checked his body.

For modern people who have been reborn, there is nothing embarrassing or difficult to face.

After completing her self-examination, she sighed deeply. As expected, she was still a genuine girl. She was just wondering, didn't the rebirth agreement mention a change of gender?

Her question seemed to be answered, and a voice suddenly appeared in her mind.

"Sao Rui, since you've been dressing as a boy and attending a private school, the system mistakenly identified you as a man, and therefore didn't perform body modification on you."

Ran Mo couldn't help but curse. Then he asked anxiously, "Is there any remedy?"

There was silence. Then a line of words appeared in my mind: "Now that you are here, make the best of it. Good luck!"

Ran Mo almost fainted from anger.

A large number of memories from the early part of this life flooded into my mind.

Just like in her previous life, her mother gave birth to her in a dark and dilapidated mud house.

My mother's face was pale and she lay weak on the earthen kang. No one was around to take care of her. She was born with a disability and was as weak as a tiny baby.

Her mother later took her to live in a remote and desolate town, where she was raised as a boy.

Maybe it was because of the poor living environment that her mother was worried that she would be bullied. Whether it was her appearance or her speech and behavior, she looked like a real brat.

In a small place, little happened. No one discovered this secret. She was able to attend the town's private school because she was born under the name of a boy. Otherwise, girls would not be allowed to attend school and could only learn needlework at home.

Her mother told her about the risks and embarrassment she might encounter outside. Ran Mo insisted on going, without any regrets.

She even compared herself to Zhu Yingtai from folklore. I wonder if she will ever meet her Liangshanpo.

After entering the school, everything went smoothly. Ranmo was very talented and ranked among the top students.

The only embarrassing thing was that she couldn't go to the academy toilet. She could only hold it in and go back.

Every day before school, she would take care of her urgency and drink as little water as possible. Even so, sometimes she would wake up late and miss class, and she would almost faint in class.

The bad students started to make fun of her, calling her a fake girl, a eunuch, and a Pixiu. The self-esteem of a young girl was trampled upon and insulted.

She wanted to shout out loud: "I'm not a eunuch! My breasts are bigger than yours!" But that would only bring more ridicule and teasing.

This embarrassing situation continued, leading to the thrilling scene where she was held hostage by those guys for fun and her true identity was almost revealed.

Now that things have come to this, Ranmo has no reason to complain. He can only find a way to solve the current predicament.

Looking up, I saw a scene straight out of ancient times: weeping willows, gurgling streams, white clouds drifting by, and curling smoke from cooking fires.

That kind of original, ancient, refreshing feeling is completely different from the modern era, not to mention the irritating jungle of steel and concrete.

There is a kind of beauty of returning to nature here, which is not only refreshing but also suitable for calming the body and mind. It is worth visiting here.

Ran Mo completely relaxed. No matter what situation she faced, she would live her life to the fullest.

She no longer thought about the bird drying in the toilet. She wanted to go back to her ancient home quickly to see her mother who must be waiting for her return!

Her eyes were blurred with tears and her heart was filled with emotion. As if an invisible hand was leading her, she walked around the pavilion, crossed the wooden bridge, turned around several houses, and arrived in front of a thatched cottage.

The layout was similar to the mud house she lived in as a child in her previous life, which gave her a sense of closeness.

The closer she got to home, the more timid she felt. She paused for a moment before the wooden door of the small courtyard. Without making a sound, she quietly entered.

The room was quiet. It was simply furnished, clean, and neatly arranged. She sat down beside a small bed and gently stroked the clean, slightly fragrant cheesecloth sheet.

In my memory, my mother loved cleanliness and often put a piece of floral cloth on the folded bedding, adding a touch of bright color to the dim little house.

There was a beautiful blue-purple checkered silk sheet. Little Ranmo loved lying on it and counting the squares. It was like a beautiful little world. Each square had its own territory and characteristics.

Ran Mo was lost in thought when he suddenly heard the creaking of the courtyard door, followed by a long and soft humming sound.

"My little sister misses her lover so much that her heart aches. When will you come over to help her rub her heart?"

Ranmo knew it was his mother from the sound of her voice, but the little tune sounded a little strange.

No wonder, in her previous life, my mother particularly loved listening to and singing Teresa Teng's tender love songs, and she would even compose some of her own. This might be a traditional Chinese version of a love song.

Ran Mo lifted the door curtain and rushed out. When he saw the kind and familiar face, he immediately gave his mother a big hug.

Her slender mother was almost knocked off balance by her. With a hint of irritation, she said, "What's wrong with Mo'er? You're acting crazy." Then, blushing slightly, she added, "Why are you leaving school so early today?"

Ran Mo said nothing, holding her mother's hand and carefully examining her youthful, beautiful yet slightly weathered face. She wanted to reminisce with her mother and feel the deep love between them.

The mother and daughter chatted while doing the housework. Her mother made her favorite dish, stir-fried pork with potato chips. It was her unwavering favorite.

The potato chips, in particular, must be cut into round shapes. That's how Mom's food tastes. She used to always write this request in the notes when she ordered takeout. I wonder what the chef's expression was when he saw it.

The dishes in ancient times were fresh and pollution-free, and they were made by my mother herself, so they tasted especially delicious.

After dinner, she helped her mother wash the dishes and clean up, and then stayed at home with her mother, enjoying some family happiness.

At this age, my mother is full of energy and cheerful. Ranmo sincerely hopes that this harmonious and happy atmosphere can always be maintained at home.

At night, the mother and daughter lay down to rest. Ranmo lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and carefully reviewed what had happened that day.

Thinking about having to face those guys' faces and questioning again tomorrow, I feel a little annoyed.

Don't underestimate this. If it's not resolved properly, she might have to endure humiliation and contempt again during her student years.

This was something she could not tolerate. She would never allow such a thing to happen again.

This was a rather awkward matter. She couldn't be as honest and straightforward as a boy and still had to hide her true identity to solve the problem. Otherwise, she would definitely be expelled from the school if she was exposed.

While she was daydreaming, she remembered the story her mother had told her about Zhu Yingtai who won the first prize by peeing with a pen.