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

When Weihua came back from buying groceries, Ranmo helped her as usual and let her fully demonstrate her cooking skills, while he only made a stir-fried cucumber.

Wei Hua made her signature dish, diced potato and pork noodles, along with braised diced eggplant. The aroma was palatable when it arrived. These hand-rolled noodles were chewy, flavorful, and incredibly refreshing.

Ranmo recalled a habit of Weihua's. After eating her mixed noodles, she would definitely not order them the next time they went out to a restaurant, nor would she let anyone else order them. Even if a restaurant listed the more expensive mixed noodles and the cheaper fried noodles for the same price, she would still order the fried noodles.

Ranmo was speechless. He didn't know what the point was. Your noodles were delicious, but what was the harm in trying someone else's? Did he lack confidence in himself?

At this moment, looking at Qingsheng eating with sweat on his forehead and shining eyes, Ranmo smiled secretly and said, I hope you don’t go to the restaurant with Weihua to eat noodles in the future, otherwise you won’t be able to taste the flavor of other people’s food.

After dinner, they chatted for a while longer. Qingsheng had wanted to drag Ranmo over to the lawyer's stall, but Weihua, saying it was rare to see him, insisted he stay a while longer. Qingsheng couldn't refuse, and the group chatted for a long time, getting to know each other better.

During this time, Wei Hua and Ran Mo would occasionally exchange a few words over trivial matters, but they just assumed Qing Sheng was getting to know him and didn't take it too seriously.

Qingsheng smiled as he watched them, their expressions either happy or angry. He somehow managed to add something else, saying, "You're both very handsome, but as siblings, you look quite different."

The two of them were stunned for a moment. Wei Hua came to her senses and said, "You're joking again. There are many brothers and sisters in the world with very different looks and personalities. Although she and I are not alike, we have a good relationship."

Ranmo struggled internally. She didn't want to sabotage her family, but Qingsheng's words had actually touched upon a secret of theirs.

Ranmo discovered this incident by accident. She had always believed she and Weihua were completely close sisters. Until one day, at a gathering of friends and family, her aunt from the city mysteriously asked her if Weihua's father, who was from another race, had come. Ranmo was astonished. Her family had never mentioned this to her. And her aunt assumed she already knew.

She was so confused at the time that she didn't ask her aunt what was going on, nor did she ask her mother or Weihua for details. This was also due to her personality. She didn't want to inquire about things that would embarrass others or that had little to do with her life, preferring to live a quiet life.

Apart from that, she did have the impression that there was a man.

In her previous life, all her relatives lived in the big city, leaving Ranmo's family alone in a remote county, enduring a hardship. Visiting her relatives in the city during the winter and summer holidays was the time she looked forward to most. Far from the oppressive small town, the city was her long-lost paradise, her relatives' home a haven.

Back then, my grandparents (they didn't have the term "grandparents" in their area) and their children and grandchildren lived in a large house facing the street, with a deep courtyard. When there were many people in the family, they would fill the living room with beds of varying sizes. At night, everyone would take their place. Although the space was small, it felt safe and secure, and we slept soundly.

Sadly, her grandmother passed away when she was only one or two years old. Her mother told her that her grandmother loved her dearly. She went out to breastfeed her at night and accidentally fell into a manhole, injuring herself. She was so young then that she has no memory of her grandmother at all.

Later, when Grandpa fell seriously ill and passed away, his children separated and lived separately, and the extended family he remembered was gone. When Ranmo and his mother returned to the city, they had to take turns staying with relatives. Life was tight, and with so many people in the family, it felt awkward to bother them in their old age.

Ranmo particularly enjoyed visiting her uncle's house. Her uncle had been a laborer, a short but strong man with a straightforward temper. Although her aunt was aloof, she felt comfortable knowing her uncle was there to care for her.

My aunt has five tough brothers, all of whom were completely subdued by my uncle. That shows how powerful he is. It would be great if my uncle were still with her family. With a strong man like him around, no one would dare to bully her.

Her uncle was truly devoted to her. Although he appeared domineering in public, he never scolded her. He was also a great cook. His specialty was stir-frying eggplant or potato slices with green and red peppers. Even vegetarian dishes were incredibly flavorful and fragrant. When times were better, he'd add chicken or lamb, creating a delicious and appetizing dish.

When they had free time, the couple would take her to visit her aunt's family. Walking down that narrow alley, Ranmo felt an indescribable sense of melancholy. She had lived here for a while, when she was about five or six years old.

Every time she came here, she pretended to be casual but cautious and watched the people passing by in the alley, especially the family diagonally opposite her aunt's family.

Occasionally, she would see a tall, slightly hunched man coming out of that household, and she would quickly hide. She had lived in this household for a year or so, and this man had been an elder with whom she had established a legal relationship.

The family was nice, with a stern-looking old lady and several little girls left behind by the man's ex-wife. They had two large rooms; he and his mother lived in the inner room, while the old lady and the children slept in the outer room.

What she remembered most clearly was that the other children would often wet the kang at night, but the youngest girl wouldn't. The adults would often joke about this, and she felt a little resentful, feeling that the little girl had stolen the limelight.

The family was from Henan and was quite generous. The urchins in the alley made up a jingle: "XX has a big crotch, so he doesn't need a basket to buy groceries." They didn't get angry.

Although Ran Mo has no blood relationship with them, if they continue to get along like this, they will naturally develop family affection, and she will also get the love she lacks.

Unfortunately, fate always plays tricks on me. My mother's relationship with him didn't last long. During that time, she was being tossed around, sometimes left here, sometimes taken to a relative's house. I don't know what they were up to.

She could never forget one night when a bunch of people gathered in her grandfather's old house: her mother, aunt, uncle, and others. They tried to coax her to sleep, but when she refused, they lost their patience, locked her in the house, and then disappeared.

She was left alone in the room. The light from the incandescent lamps was a dead white, and the room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Then a familiar yet eerie sound began to rise: the ticking of the wall clock. That sound was a nightmare from her childhood. The memory of being left alone in the room was rekindled!

The adults had gone to the man's house to talk and work. Ultimately, the situation was irreparable. Their brief relationship vanished with the dissolution of their mother's marriage to the man.

She didn't know the reason. She only knew that from then on, she had to move away from the city she hadn't even warmed to yet, failing to become the city dweller she had always dreamed of. She also had a vague feeling that expecting others to change some things was unreliable.