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

Ranmo woke up in a sweat. He quickly got up, cleaned himself, and washed up. He sat there for a while, finally calming down. He pondered what meaningful things he could do today. He had no classes for the next two days. The teacher told him to study at home.

I thought about how I hadn't been to the lawyer's stall in ages, how it was almost deserted. Since the servant couldn't see him for a while, I was afraid he wouldn't be able to deliver the tables and chairs. Well, one must always start and end things. With this in mind, I walked out the door to the stronghold.

From afar, I spotted a figure standing beneath a tree. Was anyone here to ask about things so early in the morning? Ranmo quickened his pace, heading that way. He looked increasingly familiar. When he turned around, it was Azan. He'd changed into a more formal shirt today, so it was no wonder I hadn't recognized him at first glance.

Seeing Ranmo coming, Azan said to her hurriedly, "Ranmo, I heard you used to set up a stall here to take on lawsuits. You're really impressive. I don't have classes today, so I figured you'd come over, so I came along to join in the fun. I hope I won't bother you."

"Of course not! I'm glad you're here. I'm just practicing a little. I just hope I don't make fun of you, and my answers don't come off as irrelevant." Ran Mo said with a smile. It would be nice if Azan could be here to keep him company. They could ask questions and chat.

Azan felt relieved. He took out two small folding stools from a cloth bag on the ground beside him, unfolded them and propped them up on the ground. He said to Ranmo, "I brought two stools from home. They're perfect for sitting and resting." Then he asked Ranmo to come and sit with him.

Ranmo was stunned, a little touched. He hadn't expected Azan to be so thoughtful. Even though it was just a short little stool, it was better than standing or sitting on the ground all the time. They sat down side by side. The little stool was quite comfortable.

The place was deserted at the moment, so the two chatted about their school life. Azan asked, "Do you still remember Liu Chang?" Ranmo thought for a moment, and a mischievous, cunning fellow emerged in her mind. He was their classmate from long ago.

Azan told her about the funny times when he and Liu Chang sat at the same table as naughty kids. This kid always had some clever ideas. Under his guidance, the two of them would occasionally get into some funny situations.

While the teacher was away in class and the students were studying, they quietly put their hands into each other's pants behind their buttocks, and then rubbed the plump flesh to warm their hands.

Occasionally I look up and smile knowingly, it's really something.

This guy is a bit baffling. He was the one who suggested it, but when Azan felt like touching her, he looked at him with disdain, as if he was too dirty. What kind of person is this?

Ranmo blushed a little when he heard this. Azan didn't notice and asked again, "Do you remember when he sold us yo-yos in elementary school?"

Ranmo nodded. Liu Chang, who didn't know where he'd learned this from, had a knack for business. One time, he was selling yo-yos to his classmates. They were little toys boys often played with. They were small balls made of wood or stone, some solid colors, others vibrantly colored like petals. Everyone loved them.

In a yo-yo game, the goal is to see who can hit the ball the most accurately and the farthest. A skilled player can easily snatch all the others' balls in one fell swoop. Like the trump card in a cricket fight, whoever possesses the big, round "king" ball is so proud that every time they pull it out, the other balls tremble in fear.

Liu Chang spotted the business opportunity and started trading normally. Later, he told everyone that the supply was tight recently, but newer and more beautiful yo-yos would be delivered soon. Everyone could give him the money to make a reservation first, otherwise they might not be able to get the goods by then.

The balls he had brought were indeed good, so everyone trusted him and gave him their money for safekeeping. They were only a few coins, not much in total, but it was still a considerable expense for the children.

One day, the truth came to light. Liu Chang was late in delivering the marbles, repeatedly making excuses and refusing to refund the money. His classmates reported him to the teacher. The teacher, enraged, reprimanded Liu Chang and ordered him to return the money immediately.

The teacher also expressed disappointment with the students' behavior of spending money to buy glass bullets. The school does not encourage students to play this kind of game to prevent them from becoming addicted to it, especially since these round and smooth little things can be fatal if accidentally swallowed.

Some students took this into consideration and simply didn't mention the refund. Ranmo was a little hesitant, after all, it was only two cents.

She thought of a win-win solution and told the teacher pitifully, "I gave him two cents to buy a yo-yo before, but later the teacher said that students should not play with this. I immediately came to my senses and told Liu Chang not to buy it early on, but he still refused to refund me."

After listening to her story, the teacher's expression relaxed a lot and he comforted her by saying that it was okay and that she could get the money back.

In the end, the money was never recovered because Liu Chang transferred to another school. Perhaps the teacher didn't feel comfortable bringing up the matter with his parents.

Azan wasn't too concerned about the few cents worth of yo-yos, but he felt that Liu Chang had left without saying goodbye, which was very unkind. He had been so happy playing with him before.

Thinking back on these trivial things, Ran Mo couldn't help but laugh. He asked Azan, "I wonder how he is doing now? Do you have any news about him?"

Azan slapped his thigh and said, "Hey, guess what? This kid's still got his bad habits over at school. I heard he and his brother were reselling some small toys. They didn't cheat anyone, but it was said that their business was immoral, so the goods were confiscated and he was detained for a few days before being released."

Ran Mo was a little surprised, but not entirely surprised. This kid had gone from a petty liar to a petty speculator. If he didn't change his bad habits, he would definitely get into trouble sooner or later.

She asked curiously again, "What did he sell? Why was it confiscated?" Azan looked at her and whispered something in her ear.

Ran Mo was stunned upon hearing this. She knew about the item Liu Chang was reselling and had even handled it before; she had bought it for the client seeking advice on marital discord. She hadn't expected it to be a banned item after all. She had taken quite a risk last time.

Fortunately, nothing went wrong. Otherwise, how could she face her mother and Qingsheng? The good boy in their eyes turned out to be a filthy bastard.

Seeing Ranmo's big reaction, Azan hurried to comfort her, "Actually, this is not a big deal. The government doesn't allow it to be sold openly, but many people buy it privately to play with it..." He stopped here and glanced at Ranmo with a little embarrassment.

Ran Mo was lost in thought and didn't notice his expression. The two of them remained silent for a long time, each harboring their own agenda.

At this time, someone came over to ask something, which brought their thoughts back to their senses.

Ran Mo took a closer look. He saw the man in front of him was in his thirties, well-dressed and handsome. He asked him what he wanted to know. The man looked at their still slightly childish faces and hesitated for a moment, but then, figuring it was just a passing moment, he began to speak.

The man and his wife had been married for several years and loved each other very much, but they could not handle the most difficult relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law in the world. His mother and wife were tired of each other and quarreled with each other all day long, making the family restless.

But he was a filial son, and the idea that filial piety was the most important thing finally prevailed, so he thought about how to divorce his wife and marry another one.

He was talking about a common family conflict in every era. Ran Mo had wanted to explain it properly, but his words, "divorce her and marry another," still irritated her, making her feel that he was being unfair and had ulterior motives.

Then, she said in a slightly authoritative tone, "Divorce naturally requires conditions and rules. Do you know the seven ins and seven outs?"