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

Qingsheng broke the silence and said, "How about this, please let Young Master Zhao know so I can go and pay a visit to Master Zhao first." Young Master Zhao nodded. Qingsheng wanted to turn around and ask Young Master Wu to come over to pay a visit together, so that he could use this as an excuse to invite Young Master Zhao over in the future.

But then he thought, Young Master Wu also needs his father's approval before coming to the Zhao Mansion. Why not let Ran Mo and he meet Master Zhao first and see how things go.

Led by Young Master Zhao, the two of them walked through the hall and corridor to the quiet back hall. Normally, no one came here. However, Master Zhao had been ill for many years, recuperating from his illness, so he used this place to both rest and meet important guests.

Gently opening the carved mahogany door, I was greeted by a dim light inside. My eyes took a moment to adjust, and through the shadows, I saw what looked like an old man lying on a recliner, fanning him with a fan.

Suddenly, they saw the fan moving, which was a bit strange. When they looked closely, they saw a maid in ochre-red clothes facing them sideways. Because the color of the clothes was similar to the color of the bed edge behind them, they didn't realize that there was another person standing there.

Young Master Zhao walked over quietly and whispered a few words into Master Zhao's ear. Master Zhao then turned slightly to face them, looking at the two of them with his slightly opened eyes.

Only then did the two of them take a closer look at Master Zhao's face. He looked truly frail and haggard. It felt as if a strong wind could blow him apart, or a scorching sun could melt him.

The two of them hurried forward to greet him. Master Zhao nodded slightly, raised his hand, pointed at Qingsheng, and asked, "What was your name?"

Qingsheng replied respectfully, "Master Zhao, my nephew's academic name is Chu Qingsheng."

Master Zhao tilted his ear and asked, "What's your name, Sheng?" Qingsheng said again, "Chu Qingsheng."

Mr. Zhao seemed not to have heard clearly and asked again: "Chu what Sheng?" Qingsheng raised his voice and replied: "Chu Qingsheng, Qingsheng."

"Oh." Master Zhao seemed to understand and continued, "Love Saint? What love saint? Are you really that sentimental?"

The two men nearly fainted. Young Master Zhao looked at them sheepishly, then whispered slightly louder into the old man's ear: "Dad, my name is Chu Qingsheng. Qing means a pillar that supports the sky, and Sheng means invincible."

"Hmm. Okay." Mr. Zhao finally understood. They all breathed a sigh of relief. Ran Mo and Qing Sheng were a little confused again. It was so hard to even introduce someone's name, let alone talk about that.

After these questions, Mr. Zhao seemed to regain consciousness. Mr. Zhao helped him sit up and placed two pillows behind him.

Master Zhao narrowed his eyes and looked at Qingsheng and said, "I have met your father before, but we didn't have a deep conversation. How is he now?"

His question wasn't wrong, but Qingsheng felt a little strange listening to it. He still politely replied, "Thank you for your concern, Master Zhao. My father is doing well in all aspects, and everything is fine at home."

"That's good. You stay here for a few more days so that the people down there can get settled." "Oh, no need to trouble you. I'm currently staying at Mr. Wu's house, following my father's instructions."

Master Zhao looked up at him and asked, "Master Wu? Which Master Wu? It can't be Wu Saner, right?"

Qingsheng was startled. The only person who dared to call Master Wu by his nickname was Master Zhao. He had also heard it from his father.

Mr. Wu was the third child in the family. In his early years, some colleagues who had a problem with him used to call him Wu San'er behind his back. After Mr. Wu became successful, no one dared to call him that anymore. I didn't expect to hear this long-lost nickname again today from Mr. Zhao.

Qingsheng whispered a little embarrassedly and nervously: "Yes, it's the home of Mr. Wu who lives in the town center." Then he waited for Mr. Zhao's reaction.

"Haha. That's great. Is he still alive and well, old fellow? How is his condition compared to mine?" Mr. Zhao made no secret of his disparaging intentions.

Qingsheng and Ranmo were speechless upon hearing this. Young Master Zhao also felt a little embarrassed and said quickly, "Dad, Young Master Chu came all the way here to see you today. Would you mind having lunch with him and the other two?"

"Do you think I can still have dinner with you in my current state?" Mr. Zhao even scolded his own son. Young Master Zhao smiled awkwardly and said, "Then I will do my father's duty as a host and entertain the two distinguished guests."

Mr. Zhao nodded, his eyes slightly closed, as if resting, or perhaps pondering something. The three of them didn't dare move. They waited quietly for him to speak.