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

Ranmo had been worried about Qingsheng coming over these past few days. Ever since Weihua's outburst, she hadn't known how they would communicate face to face the next time they got together. She couldn't let Weihua feel like she wasn't keeping her word, nor did she want Qingsheng to be confused about her apathy.

But perhaps she was overthinking it. Qingsheng hadn't been seen since their last trip to the Sand Mountain. Not only had he not come home, he hadn't even stopped by the small lawyer's stall. When Ranmo asked the servant about it, he was hesitant and couldn't explain what he was doing.

Ranmo felt uneasy. He wondered if something had upset Qingsheng. Had Weihua gone and said something? That couldn't be the case; she'd been eagerly awaiting his arrival. Ranmo was a man of high self-esteem, and he couldn't bring himself to go to Young Master Wu's house and ask about it.

Days passed one by one. Ran Mo suddenly had a bad idea: Is he intentionally avoiding me?

This thought wasn't entirely unfounded. While there had been many happy moments during their time together, there had also been some oddities. Their relationship wasn't like a simple classmate relationship, nor was it a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship, and certainly not close friends...

She seemed to realize something, but she didn't dare to think about it in a certain way. That would be a complete joke. But what she couldn't ignore was how such a simple boy should deal with this situation?

She really should have recommended a few more books to broaden his horizons. She just wondered if they had the cultural treasures accumulated over the years. "Dream of the Red Chamber" was out of the question, and "The Flower Guide" was even more out of the question. She felt their relationship was a bit like that of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, but Liang Shanbo never seemed to feel awkward because he was too close to Zhu Yingtai.

It's more like the relationship between Jin Hu and Min Ho in the Korean drama "Comedy Family," pure and friendly, with occasional hugs and cuddles. It's so cute and hilarious. It doesn't make you think otherwise. But watching Korean dramas is simply a fantasy for people in the U.S.

Ran Mo felt a bit annoyed as she thought about it. It seemed like that guy wasn't really that kind to her. If he was, why would he distance himself from her just for such a small reason? What did they say about leveling the mountains and the sea?

As expected, they were all so heartless and unfeeling. Thinking of her own tragic past emotional experiences, Ran Mo couldn't help but sob again. It seemed like this was her fate; she would never be able to find true love and care!

She recalled the story in "The Dancing Girl of Izu," in which a young student, traveling alone, encounters a group of wandering artists and develops a vague longing for a young dancer. When the boy is forced to part with her, "he lies dejected on his bed, tears streaming down his face."

The scene felt familiar. Every teenager has experienced that moment of "lying in bed and crying silently," often over a budding romance, especially a secret crush. This kind of genuine and nuanced expression resonates deeply. And now she's experiencing it.

If she were just a naive girl, her tears would have been fine. But when old sorrows were brought back, it was hard to unravel. She could no longer contain her grief, and cried like Lin Daiyu.

It seems that man is not her Baoyu. Qingsheng is not a romantic saint.

This idiot, can't he just hold his composure and wait? When she reveals her true colors sooner or later, she'll be his anyway! If someone can't stand the test of time, it means he doesn't truly love her!

She thought angrily.

She seemed unwilling to accept it. What if she was overthinking it? What if he had a stomachache and hadn't come these past few days? But she still had to send a message. Weihua was still waiting for her. She found herself on the same side as Weihua.

No, she had to die with a clear conscience. She had to find out what was going on first. If he was truly hesitant for some unspeakable reason, then, hey, she wouldn't hesitate—fight poison with poison, give him a strong dose.

When two people are together and a rift appears, the one who knows more or is thicker-skinned really has to take more responsibility and come up with more ideas, otherwise there will be no hope.

Having made up her mind, Ranmo wiped away her tears. She had to seek an explanation for this matter. This was related to her future happiness, so she couldn't slack off.

The next day, she came to the lawyer's stall and saw the servant. She grabbed him and said, "Go back and tell Qingsheng to come here this afternoon. I have something important to tell him." After a pause, she added, "If he doesn't come, don't ever think of seeing me again!"

The servant looked at her with a hint of fear, bowed and said goodbye, then ran away.

Ran Mo waited until noon, but still saw no one. Feeling a little uneasy and annoyed, he wondered if he should just rush to Wu Shao's house and find that nemesis to question him.

Just as I was feeling anxious, I looked up and saw a lonely person standing under a pear tree in the distance. He looked dejected and looked at me with a melancholy look.

Ran Mo pursed his lips in delight. It had finally come. This little sweetheart, this one, couldn't escape.

She didn't stand up, but stretched out her arm and waved it, shouting in a thick voice: "Hey, what are you standing there for? Come here!"

The man hesitated a little, but still walked over slowly.

As he approached, Ran Mo was stunned. Was this still the handsome, fair-skinned, and beautiful young man? Why did he look like a down-and-out scholar, his hair disheveled and his clothes rumpled? Ran Mo's eyes were hollow, tinged with sadness and a hint of coldness that was half real and half fake.

What happened to you? Ran Mo's mind was in turmoil, and he almost forgot the words he had prepared before.

She gestured for him to sit down. Then, like a doctor examining a patient, she tapped the small table gently with her folding fan. She looked up at him for a moment, then began to instruct him earnestly.

"Qingsheng, I didn't ask you to come here for anything else today. I just want to talk about what's going on between us." She watched his expression.

As expected, he seemed a little nervous and said, "I understand. I just want to make things clear so that we can have some closure."

"I'll say it first!" Ran Mo thought to herself, goodness, she guessed it right, this is why she wants to break up. She suppressed her anger and said seriously: "To be honest, I think the relationship between us is a little abnormal. It's better not to meet again in the future."

"Huh?" Qingsheng's mouth dropped open. Even though he was prepared, Ranmo's blunt attack was a bit overwhelming. "Why?" he asked.

"Is that even a question? You and I are both ambitious men. You want to be a general, and I want to be a lawyer. We have different ideals, so we shouldn't work together. Furthermore, men should respect etiquette. How can we be so fussy and squabbling all day long? How is that any different from those worthless little women?"

Ran Mo kept on bawling. Qing Sheng's face turned red and white.

Ran Mo continued, "So, let's not date each other anymore and say goodbye. I'm a man of integrity and I don't want to be coveted and manipulated by certain people!"

Qingsheng couldn't stand it any longer, so he pushed the table and yelled, his face flushed and his neck thick, "Just tell me clearly, who is this person? Who wants to manipulate you?"

Ran Mo was secretly delighted when he saw this. Great, the heat was on. He wiped his face and replied coldly, "Why are you so excited? Are you hiding something? If you weren't hiding anything, why would you be afraid to be openly dating me?"

Qingsheng was momentarily confused. Was this a sign of continued dating or a breakup? But the phrase "something's hidden" gave him a shudder. To be honest, he did have something hidden in his heart; it was practically haunting him.

What he didn't dare tell anyone was that day on the sand hill, as he and Ran Mo were playing and frolicking until they rolled down the hillside in each other's arms, his body suddenly experienced some strange reaction. Afraid that Ran Mo would notice, he quickly found an excuse to escape to the abandoned hut to resolve it. Worse still, at that moment, his mind was filled with Ran Mo's image.

After a moment of joy, my heart was filled with guilt.

Ran Mo's ridicule of him just now, accusing him of coveting and teasing him, was hardly untrue. His hesitation to continue his friendship with Ran Mo wasn't due to his indifference, but rather his fear of accidentally and intentionally desecrating the beautiful woman before him, which would be a grave sin.

What should he do? After calming down, he regained his innocent youthful demeanor and said, "Then what do you say I should do, Master of Law?"

"If you're here to ask a question, I won't charge you any money today. I'll give you eight words: The innocent are innocent, and have a clear conscience! Whether you are close or far away, it's all up to you."

After Ran Mo finished speaking, he left with a flick of his sleeves, leaving the man alone with his hair disheveled and combed in the wind.