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

Dusk deepened. Ranmo and Qingsheng chatted for a while, then went back to their rooms to rest. She was busy making the bed when she looked up and saw Qingsheng standing at the door, holding the bedding.

Ran Mo's heart sank. What was this kid thinking? All his reading today was in vain.

Qingsheng looked like a child who had just slept in a separate bed from his parents and then came back to sleep with them. Children act out of fear or attachment to their parents. What are you, a little strong man, afraid of?

Ran Mo ignored him and let him stand there. He was not in a hurry and sat down on the threshold with his blanket in his arms. It seemed that if he was not allowed in, he would guard this place tonight.

Ran Mo really couldn't do anything about him. It was all because of the opening last night. He was thinking about him and relying on him.

Ran Mo lifted her leg and stepped past him, heading towards her room. Qing Sheng stared at her blankly, not knowing what was going on.

Ranmo stood at the door and said to him, "Come to this room and don't mess up my mother's bed."

Qingsheng felt as if he had been granted amnesty, and immediately ran over with his blankets in his arms. Ranmo then pulled another thin blanket from the cabinet. They both covered themselves with it, using a small mattress to separate them. He told Qingsheng that this was the Chu River and Han River boundary, and he was not allowed to cross it.

Ranmo recalled an anecdote. My mother had a male colleague named Hong, who was from Hainan Island. They lived in the same dormitory in the same compound, separated only by a wall. One time, two female colleagues from the county town came to his house for dinner and drinks.

Listening to the noisy sounds of them toasting each other, Xiao Ranmo even thought about them ridiculously: Where would they sleep tonight? Maybe they could put a board or draw a curtain over the bed, with the man and woman sleeping on each side...

She had never thought that such a ridiculous idea would be used on her and Qingsheng. Breaking down the wall was out of the question, so using a mattress to block it was better than nothing.

Qingsheng just said he would follow the instructions and didn't care. After the two of them lay down on the bed, Ranmo realized that he had miscalculated.

Qingsheng was a strong man, lying on Ranmo's small bed, taking up most of the space. He could easily turn over and wrap his arms around Ranmo.

Ran Mo reprimanded him several times. He also wanted him to sleep over there, but he refused. He also said that when he was a child, his mother left early, and he was afraid to sleep alone. He liked to have a companion to sleep with.

This reason softened Ran Mo's heart. He stopped arguing and fell asleep in a daze until the second watch.

In the morning, Ranmo woke naturally. He had slept peacefully and comfortably. He turned his hand, but felt nothing. There was no sign of Qingsheng.

Ranmo was puzzled. He had gotten up so early today. Suddenly, he heard the sound of running water in the courtyard. He looked over and saw Qingsheng squatting on the ground, washing something in a basin. After a while, he fished it out, wrung it dry, and draped a small piece of clothing over the bamboo fence.

Ranmo was about to ask a question when she saw Qingsheng turn around and walk into the house. She quickly turned over and lay down again. Seeing that she hadn't gotten up yet, Qingsheng went to the kitchen again.

Ran Mo thought he was eating secretly and quietly stood up to scare him. But she saw him staring blankly at the rice basin. Was the young master who never cooks going to wash rice for her breakfast? She was so touched.

Just as Ranmo was about to go forward to see what was going on, he heard someone calling from outside the courtyard gate: "Ranmo, Ranmo!"

The sudden shout startled the two men so much that Qingsheng nearly dropped the rice basin in his hand.

Ranmo recognized Pangya's voice and breathed a sigh of relief. He winked at Qingsheng and went to open the door.

When Pang Ya saw her, she said hurriedly, "Your sister asked you to go to Aunt Li's house to help move some things. I'll go too." Ran Mo wanted to ask for details, but Pang Ya couldn't explain clearly.

Ran Mo asked her to go ahead and then turned back to talk briefly with Qing Sheng.

When Qingsheng heard about helping move things, he immediately became interested and wanted to join in. Ranmo didn't hesitate. If there were a lot of stuff, Qingsheng could do the job of three.

After they finished packing, they walked towards the courtyard gate. Ranmo was in front, and Qingsheng followed behind. Suddenly, he thought of something and quickly took down the small clothes hanging on the bamboo fence and stuffed them into his pocket while Ranmo was not paying attention.

Arriving at Aunt Li's house, they saw several bundles of printed and dyed cloth laid out on wooden planks in the yard. Wei Hua was standing nearby, checking to see if the bundles were tied properly. Seeing Ran Mo and the others approach, and especially seeing Qing Sheng arrive, a delighted smile spread across her face.

Ran Mo asked her if she was going to move the cloth. She nodded. He wanted to ask more, but she stopped him. She simply asked a few people to help carry it home first.

There were four rolls of cloth in total, three large and one small. Weihua divided the work: she and Pangya carried the large rolls, while Ranmo held the smaller ones. Qingsheng volunteered to carry two of the larger rolls. They walked, stopping and starting, until they had the cloth safely transported home.

Wei Hua took a breath and wiped the sweat off her face before telling them that she had helped print and dye these cloths while working as an apprentice and helper at Aunt Li's house, and that the quality of the cloths was quite good.

Because this batch was quite large, Auntie Li discussed with Weihua that she could set aside a portion and ask her to help sell it. If it sold well, she would only need to return the cost, and the rest would belong to Weihua.

The others were stunned. Ran Mo asked, "Are you sure you can sell them?" Wei Hua said with a hint of pride, "I definitely can't do it alone, but I know a few young men from merchant families. I mentioned it to them, and they said they could help me find a market. Aunt Li also said that if I can't sell them, I can return them to her. Where else can I find such a good business?"

Upon hearing this, several people were secretly impressed. They had never expected a woman like Wei Hua to have such a business mind. Even Ran Mo had to admit that he couldn't compare to her.

In that life, Wei Hua took advantage of the social trend and, relying on the convenience of his family working at the grain station, became a grain and oil distributor. He made a lot of money.

What was a little frustrating was that when Ranmo wasn't in class, he helped her carry and sell grain and oil, doing a lot of heavy work. She vowed that from then on, she would save money for Ranmo and use it in the future. But in the end, Ranmo never saw the money for her.

At present, Weihua has started this business, which can be regarded as a way to make use of his strengths.

Wei Hua looked at Ran Mo and said, "We are all adults now. Naturally, we have to share some of the burden of the family and find some way to make money."

She used to be a lazy woman who only knew how to eat at home. But she was still in school.

Wei Hua had a skill after all. Even Qing Sheng praised her, saying she was smart, capable, and had a natural talent for business.

Wei Hua was incredibly happy to receive Qing Sheng's praise. After settling in, they ate lunch together. Pang Ya left first. Qing Sheng was about to leave, but Wei Hua insisted he stay to chat and help her analyze the follow-up matters. Qing Sheng couldn't refuse, so he stayed.

As they were chatting, a gust of wind swept through the courtyard, blowing a roll of cloth off the flat surface. Wei Hua, anxious, rushed out to check, but accidentally fell to the ground, clutching her foot and screaming in pain.

Ranmo and Qingsheng rushed out to take care of her. Weihua screamed in pain. After removing her shoes and socks, they saw a red and swollen ankle. She was worried she might have sprained her ankle.

Ranmo wanted to go find a doctor, but Qingsheng said that wasn't necessary. He had been practicing martial arts since he was a child, so he was adept at handling minor injuries like these.

He helped Wei Hua sit on the stool, then squatted down and placed Wei Hua's feet on his knees. Wei Hua was a little embarrassed, while Qing Sheng had a serious expression.

After a brief inspection, he held the two ends of the reed painting's feet with his hands, adjusted the strength and direction, and exerted force suddenly. With a click, the foot was put back in place.

Wei Hua cried out in pain, but then she felt better, the pain gradually subsiding. Qing Sheng and Ran Mo helped her to the bed and laid her down, then fetched a damp towel to apply to her. They would need to change it and apply a warm compress for a while.

Wei Hua expressed her gratitude repeatedly. Seeing it was getting late, Qing Sheng couldn't stay any longer, so he took his leave. Before leaving, he glanced at Ran Mo subtly. Ran Mo pretended not to notice.